jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman) > Writing | WritersCafe.org

the day the world went away a frequency slipped its groove and my whole self paused listening to a blaring silence a roaring, deafening complete..

bit of an impromptu written straight to this page piece..

when the door closed, my golden dreams floated out the open window i forgot to shut a small detail, neglected in the day to day ..

a solitary dolmen i stand within myself listening to the beat of my own heart the quiet rush of blood through my veins... i used to lo..

do you know my soul when i gaze with my eyes into yours? can you feel my heart beating... a faster moving metronome hasten..

my heart longs for your touch my inner wellsprings slowly receding further with each fresh rebuff each new denial... i forge..

i am often alone, i lost within the walls of my mind i run my fingers along their pebbled surfaces sensing their solitary nature feeling the echo..

something about you holds me intriguedthis glimmering sheen that captures my eye and mind a circling of the flamea touching of our frequencies ~..

the beats create your form your smile bouncing within the notes giving off lighthearted joy in sonic waves yet in quiet times i sense your inne..

saltywave whipped foam churning with the tide's power gusts buffeting our forms as we stand on the barrier the wind lashes my hair into your fac..