Jason Rimbaud Posted August 25, 2008 Report Share Posted August 25, 2008 Boy With Dancing Eyes By: Jason Rimbaud Written July 13th, 2007 He speaks to me in riddles And assures me that he loves me This boy with dancing eyes And though I barely know him I can't help but love him And trust him with my heart I wished I never kissed him Because now I can't resist him This boy with dancing eyes And now when he whispers Take me to your bed again The way you did last night Promising everthing will be okay He holds my heart dangerously tight But when I'm inside it feels so right "It's been over twenty four hours And I already miss him laying next to me I cling to his pillow and choke back the tears He still hasn't called And he didn't show up for work today I hope he's all right and wish he wasn't It's like going through withdraw My body aches for his touch and causes anger Beating myself blind does little to ease the tension Still no word from him And I'm beginning to clear away the lies Finally I see his words for what they are A new me emerges to the light For the first time in five days I slept without crying And the world is strangely clear and bright I think I'm finally over him The stronger me overtaking the weaker self And I stand tall and face those that doubted It's two Am and the doorbell rings Before I open it I know it's him my pulse races He stands before me and I let him inside" This morning I wake covered with cum and sweat Our bodies are entwined and I wonder why I chose to believe this boy with dancing eyes Because now I can finally see our future And there is no happy endings Just the two of us and our wasted life And I promise that it will be all right And that everything will finally work out I sink into the powder and suddenly I'm not okay Link to comment
Richard Norway Posted August 25, 2008 Report Share Posted August 25, 2008 I liked this Jason. It clearly shows the trepidation, that self doubt we all feel when in love...'does he still love me?' I love happy endings too, but felt that fear that it wasn't going to happen. This poem truly had my blood rushing until I realized it's fantacy. Richard Link to comment
aj Posted September 22, 2008 Report Share Posted September 22, 2008 One of the many 'unfairnesses' of life is that as I get older - and consequently more financially stable and capable - I meet a lot of 'boys with dancing eyes.' Some are outright predators, others are just boys who don't mind accepting a little help from someone who is willing to go there, but they all of them aren't serious about much of anything...except getting what they want. One must deal very carefully with this kind of person, I find. It is a mistake to think that any dealings with such are anything but commercial in nature - if one leads with one's heart, it will end up a punching bag or a bumper, neither of which it is designed to be. One learns to be suspicious and guard one's heart rather carefully in this time when being known as a 'player' is a commendation, and honor and honesty are despised. cheers! aj Link to comment
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