That Stirring Night


“She was never crazy
She just didn’t let her heart
Settle in a cage.
For it’s the horrors
In her heart
Which cause the flames in ours.
And she was always willing to burn
For everything she has ever loved.”

You asked
“What are your thoughts”
As I was lying in the grass
I looked upon stars flying in the night
I didn’t answer
For my sacred thoughts are my own
I don’t give them freely
You’d never understand
The monster
Stirring inside of me
This restless rage
I hide from you
This desire
To be everywhere
Do everything
It oozes
From green eyes
And ivory pores
So I watch the stars
And say nothing
As it requires all my strength
To rein myself in
And pack myself nicely inside
The box that better suits you
You won’t see me
You never do.

-LM Jones
(Quote: RM Drake)


Caress my Mind


“The night was meant
For people like us.
For people who use it to get away.
For people who see themselves in
The city lights
And for those who lose themselves
In the long walks home.

The night is where the gentle madness is,
My friend,
And that is where people
Like us belong.”

You, my dear
My mind
In a way that is
More sensual
Than my body
Has ever been touched

Ever so slowly
You draw me into
Your world
Binding with
This cageless
Wild mind
Never taking for granted
The surrender.

-LM Jones
(Quote: RM Drake)

Like Trees


I rarely reblog unless it’s something that truly touches me. You all know of my great love for trees. This poem is beautiful to me ❤️ Please enjoy!

Mistakes & Adventures

If you must be,
Then be like trees,
When the wind howls,
And the sky turns ferocious,
Be like bamboo,
Sway and bend but refuse to break,
Or like Oak,
And remain steadfast,
Tackle that storm head on.

If you must be,
Then be like trees,
As the seasons change,
Adapt and overcome,
Always seek out that light,
And when parts of you die,
Falling from your lofty height,
Enjoy them as they float with elegance,
Brim with acceptance,
Refuse to go out without a beautiful dance.

If you must be,
Then be like the trees,
And offer shelter to those who need it.
A home,
A safe haven,
To those that seek it.
Unfurl your branches,
Offering them to those scrambling for help,
Because no matter what form you take,
Someone, somewhere will love you for it.

Whether you’re evergreen,
Or deciduous,
Do what you must,
Be all you…

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“And the ocean taught her how to
Drown in all the things bigger than
The ocean loved her
And knew everything that made her.
And every time she’d walk to the shore,
She’d smile at the ocean
Because the waves
Told her story.”

I look into the ocean
Feeling it’s depths
In the corners of my soul

It’s trails
Have been called fathomless
I alone know them well
I walk them often
Over the treacherous
Of my own mind

My depths call to yours
Meet me at the shore
Under a cherry blossom tree
I’ll ring you with
A garland of love
And baptize you
In the sea.

-LM Jones
(Quote: RM Drake)
(Image: Rosario Piazza)

Even Now


Still I can taste you, even now—
You, who led me to lower worlds
You, who are the origin of my tears
Who made me uniquely vulnerable.”

You love
Who are the Jupiter of
My universe

You, who baptize these lies
From my flesh with your fingers
And cleanse me with your gaze

You are the thrum of my blood
And my breath
The axis mundi of my passion

It is you…
Only you
Who will bring me to my knees.

-LM Jones
(Quote: Segovia Amil
Painting: Arnulf Rainer)

I’ll be in the Air


“I will never
Be a morning person,
For the moon and I
Are much too in love.”

Will the words of our lives
One day enrobe
The stones of our graves?
Our pages will be
The memorials of our lives
Let others pause
Or simply pass us by
Some will take for granted
Our souls laid bare
But I
I’m beckoned by the moon
And I’ll be in the air

-LM Jones
(Quote: Christopher Poindexter)



Those long summer days
When I was seventeen
Sun kissed skin
On the lake
Unbuttoned life vest
Bikini underneath
The power and thrum
Of the jet ski
Between my knees

You would watch
From the shore
As I’d race
Shooting straight across the water
Then a jerk to the left
And I’d spin into a 180
Sending a spray of water
Into the air
The freedom of it
As I’d giggle
And race out again
I always had a need
For risk
And speed

Oh, those late summer days
All of us piled into the back
Of an old station wagon
Singing along to Weezer
And U2
“Where the Streets have no Name”
That was our theme song
As we raced along
Those winding mountain roads
We had trails to climb
And waterfalls to slide

Then there were those fall days
Alone on the back deck
I’d watch the evening light
Play on the leaves
Of my favorite tree
I’d blow him a kiss
As I skipped down the steps
And waltzed toward my bike
Adventure and the night
Always called to me
So I’d follow the sunset
Toward that ancient church yard
Where I wondered among the stones
Reading the stories of their past
All the while
I’d be spinning my own
And stories
Of all that I’d be
Even then
Innocent as I was
The moon was my lover
And still he beckons
To the tides of my spirit
“Come and twirl with me, Leah.”

-LM Jones