JB Writes Too

Hi, I'm JB. This is a blog, where I put journal like entries. It is a record of how I feel about things at a particular time. For me, myself and I. Everything posted is written in a 'stream of conscious' manner. Therefore, only slightly edited. I have other blogs: explosions-in-my-eyes.tumblr.com & mary-christ.tumblr.com

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For Two

Rainfalls of hearts
Made of paper planes
Cascade
Like Waterfalls
Into your hands
Forgiveness is sought
And collected
Like china plates
and wedding gifts
Spoonfulls of honey
Soothe
and kisses on foreheads
to say
“It will be OKay”
Complicated I am
And help seems useless
As an equator line
whiplashes our backs
And moons
and suns
Laugh on the other side
Of their faces
And decide
this is it
Slow waves
And sundays
Are the things
that keep me afloat
Swimming with the sharks
In a digital ambush
I splash and I paddle
as teeth and jaws
grab for my legs
and try in vain
to yank me
to the bottom
of the ocean
Zeroes and ones
weigh heavy
Like anchors
Doing their best to antagonise
And google suggests
Did you mean?
Yes I did
They are mean
but here I am
In spite of their fins and fear

I swim toward a shore
And reach out
to life guards
who sit so far away
Grateful for their existence
and reminders
In my starlight horizon
and their slow sunrise
of long nights
and broken heart dreams
and breathless chokes
of salt water
on the sand
I know that in them
I see me
And with that
I become a lighthouse
A beacon to guide them back
tocalm blue and sunshine
Where no tears live
And hearts are whole
Made of paper planes
That cascade
Into your hands