Wednesday, December 10

It isn't overrated

It isn't overrated


Sometimes we are just
not doing it yet.
Confused, begin to call an
anthill a mountain.
no one is ever impressed with
conquering mountains
the size of anthills?
just as well as excitement dies
in cases of mistaken identity,
a common wrong made
popular by many.
While to those who have
reach the top and seen the view
it isn't overrated
You'll show with actions
and I'll use my words
while every now and then
just for the thrill to be able to
shake things up quite a bit
we'll trade spaces through
place and time.
and we both can agree
it isn't overrated.
my baby,
{joonam},
my heart,
{azizam},
my sweetie,
{kuchuluam},
my darling....
I want to call you...
I want to call you every name under the moon
just because...
I like to hear the way they roll off my tongue
and sing to you, therefore ....
it isn't overrated
I want to desire, to beg for a kiss
just one more upon my lips please...
{meboosamet}
just for the thrill of it, not
because I've been deprived by you
but I want to bring that rise in you.
it isn't overrated
I want to desire, to beg to sit on your lap
just so I can talk dirty in your ear....
{meekonamet}
just for the thrill of it, not
because I've been deprived by you
but I want to bring that rise in you.
it isn't overrated
I want to desire, to beg
just for the sake of begging....
{mikhamet}
just for the thrill of it, not
because I've been deprived by you
but I want to bring that rise in you.
it isn't overrated
we can buy tickets for two
and share a seat as we journey
on a ride to fill a lifetime
enjoying every
twist, curve, surprise,
just to confirm the truth of the wise....
hoping to do it right
for the good of it
for the bad of it
it isn't overrated





jfh-12.10.08 (4 my favorite...)

Thursday, December 4

selfish

let me hold the monopoly on your memories
because I'm selfish like that
give me
the good times
the bad times
the ones filled with laughter
those sentiments you captured
in pictures to be kept long after
the events have come to past
and when it gets tough
I want you to remember
how looking into my eyes
made you realize things would be alright
no matter what it seemed like, on the outside,
I want to be submerged and smuggled,
hidden in photos and dreams
and sections in between,
scents that linger
and song that trigger
memories .....because I'm selfish like that

let me hold the monopoly on your fantasies
because I'm selfish like that
I want
the kinky times
the freaky times
the ones with all things mushy
and romantically incline
that could make even the toughest
woman made out of hot molten rock erupt
and melt into warm lava
while she slips away inside your arms
until the morning sunlight comes.
give me those afternoon thoughts when
we've been apart for way too long,
and those pre-planned four play plots
from nights as you drive,
impatient and excited for the arrival home
just to act out everything
you mapped out
that you would do
to get me to that level of love supreme
just as you pictured
would happen inside your
fantasies ....because I'm selfish like that.

and in return I'd give you
the key to my soul
the book to my laughter
the movie about my heart
and the map
to show you the way back
to my eyes
just in case you forget the way
sometimes...
I've saved my touch
for you to come and stake and claim
selfishly keeping just so you can
treat my body, mind and soul as
your very own monopoly
as I sometimes tend to become
slightly selfish when making major decision
that happen to be just so important like that.





jfh-12/2008

Tuesday, September 30

4 u

4 u



You don't know how great you are,
while I can express it a thousand times
and say it in a thousand rhymes, all clever
carefully plotted lines composed of
the obvious off center climax.
You'll never truly know just how great you are,
so the acceptance of my gratitude you will
absorb in all your attitude like humble pie.
while that is the reason why you are ....
while that is the reason I love....
while that is the reason you become more...
while that is the reason that mere words..
You don't know..

Saturday, September 13

unfinished poetry

Sometimes I begin to write things and never finish them...this is one of them....sometimes the ending pops into my head but my process is usually to not write things down so quickly like in the past but I let them sit and if I can remember it 3 weeks later...then it deserve ink and paper to make it offical...this is stuck between the two worlds.... I have no name or real ideal where it may end up but I worte it to begin with as I did know back then a month ago until my mood changed...so I think I might finish it or just scrape it and use the parts I like for a better piece...like

"I bet the earth quakes
with each walk of your step
as it becomes excited
to be underneath
the heat of your body,
I presume in that same position
I'd crumble too,"



that is the part I like more or so over the rest...I don't know...just me rambling...

*I know words are not spelled right and it looks a mess...this isn't a final stage so ignore all grammar woes*



you're so cool
the way your lips move
in that sly little curl and snare
can't help but stare
as you demand all eyes on you.
and I can feel your gaze penetrate my skin
so I begin to play it cool too

pretend like I don't notice
the amazing skills of your aroma
and how delicately
it wraps itself around the room
and creeps into my aura.

you're so cool
I bet the earth quakes
with each walk of your step
as it becomes excited
to be underneath
the heat of your body,
I presume in that same position
I'd crumble too,
shedding my outside ice cold boldness

pretend like I don't realize
the amazing ability of your fingertips
and how smoothly
they view every inch, every area
and sneak into my radius.

you're so cool
the sound of your voice dances
the melody so smooth the trees sway
hips second guess if they should
continue to be wallflowers
or begin to bend like the rest
that have become subdue

pretend like I don't acknowlegde
the amazing power of your gaze
and how digilently
it tastes the mood hidden inside of me
and breaks into my inner core

(to be continued or not....)

Friday, June 6

(untitled - this isn't a marathon)

(untitled - this isn't a marathon)

it always feels better
when I'm doing it alone
set out to conquer life
as a one woman sprinter
while in my soul, I can never
run fast enough or
jump high enough
to make it over
that one single hurdle,
that always appears
out of thin air.
and sometimes I start to feel
if I can just do it in peace
then I can make it.
As they always seem to slow me down,
while for him
even though I want to lessen the pace
I don't want to lose the speed
I've already acquire
as he shows no signs of keeping up
anytime soon.
And to them it always seems like a
good ideal, to watch my burst of energy
fly by so quickly...
until they realize it doesn't change
so they start to ease up and
the attention span of keeping up
starts to wane and disappear.
so when I look up, they are gone
out of thin air.
even he, one day will evaporate
so I keep praying while fearing
of when that time comes
and I'll decide to look back
cause I know, there will be nothing there
but just the thin air.


januari 06/2008

Friday, May 30

untitled (for u)

I miss those lips
and moments when
I would wrap myself around you,
while leaning towards those hips of yours
I move inwards trying to rest my body
into you as if you've become a wall,
I plead with big brown eyes
and a soft smile,
hoping it will be enough
to supplement as a valid form of payment,
as I stand here begging for a kiss.
balancing on tip-toes to reach my prize
and to smell your scent again
my arms around your neck
I plant them as an anchor
preparing myself for when I begin to melt
as your mouth interlocks with mines.

and this is a moment between us two
that I want to last forever.
so I fantasize about if I could freeze time
or even slow it down for a second.
since we live in a world of our own
with a population that is made for just two
with each touch and glimpse,
of you to me, I'll fall in love all over again
like it was the first time you discovered my warmth
and to you my heart than begin to belong.

and I miss those afternoon naps
and night time silent slumbers
when I can be my natural being
naked in insecurities
but comfortable lying peaceful next to you.
while I tend to use you as a blanket
covered my body within your arms
and you keep me warm
when I drift inside those dreams.
where I harvest the replays of our days
working to store the newly fresh baked memories
created between me and you.
the sound of your breath in unison
with mines, I will with ease
inch nearer to your soul
sly in my ways of moving
just an inhale away from your heart
hoping you haven't notice the gap close
while you lay there sleeping soundly.
so I adjust myself to lay on your chest
since it has recently become my favorite pillow
I've decide to rest my head upon its comfort
now and always until the end of time.


and this is a moment between us two
that I want to last forever.
so I fantasize about if I could freeze time
or even slow it down for a second.
since we live in a world of our own
with a population that is made for just two
with each touch and glimpse,
of you to me, I'll fall in love all over again
like it was the first time you discovered my warmth
and to you my heart than begin to belong.