A peaceful slumber never finds me.

The sandman mustn’t have me on his list.

Tossing, turning my only desire is to close my eyes.

It’s all just too much pain to deal with.

Pills do nothing but make me high, so no sleep tonight.

Though I’m awake the nightmares still appear.

Seeing

Feeling

Hearing

The hellish visions seize me!

Making it too scary to close my eyes.

My soul has never been so afraid.

Have you ever looked into the eyes of the decayed?

Prayed it was all just an illusion to the eye?

It’s all just so wrong; I’ve been awake too long.

Exhausted

Inert

Lonely

The whole world is asleep.

My thoughts faster than a heartbeat.

I dream of the dreams that I cannot dream.

Night after night is always the same.

I watch shadows dance down the hall as

I listen to the silence of nightfall.

Moonrise

Stars

Sky

I wish there weren’t so many hours in the night.

Insomnia has its claws in me,

It won’t give up without a fight.

I wish dawn didn’t come so early.

How much longer till the sandman finds me?

I only desire eight hours of eternity.

© 2010 Jennifer L. Brooks

You lean toward me, the scent of your cologne draws me in.

You slowly back away, your eyes teasing me all the way.

Laughing, flirting, touching, staring we know where we want it to go.

You set down your glass of wine, then lean forward and take mine.

You caress your hand over my cheek; your fingertips make me weak.

You take off your glasses; untie your tie, secret whispers shared, lust in the eyes!

You run your manly yet, gentle hand up my thigh, all the while I sigh.

You pull me to you; I stare in your eyes and see into you.

Exploring each other we both find what we’re looking for, and want it all the more!

I run my fingers through your soft hair, you share a naughty thought in my ear.

I caress your hand, kissing each fingertip; you watch intently the curve of my lips.

I straddle your lap, you twirl my auburn hair, then again there is that ecstasy stare!

I let my soft words fall on your ear followed by my soft, wet lips.

I caress your chest, fall into your hazel eyes, as I reach down and feel your ecstasy rise.

You embrace me, as you pull me closer you lay me down our infatuation collides!

Ecstasy to ecstasy, the passion is building though our lips have not touched.

Finally, you move forward and embrace my lips with yours passion erupts!

Ecstasy rising, what good timing to end this poem, the rest is a secret between us.

None of your business about what’s going on…

© 2010 Jennifer L. Brooks

A writer is…
             A saint and sinner.
A writer is…
             A loser and a winner.
A writer is…
             A troubled mind.
A writer is…
             Never blind.
A writer is…
             A body in pain.
A writer is…
             A mind insane!
A writer is…
             Love and hate.
A writer is…
             Is give and take.
A writer is…
             Full of heartbreak…
A writer is…
             What they make.
A writer is…
             Full of bait.
A writer is…
             An angel of grace.
A writer is…
             A tired face.
A writer is…
             A demon within!
A writer is…
             A soul with a pen.
A writer is…
             Everything.
A writer is…
             Nothing at all.
A writer is…
             Able to lift you up.
A writer is…
             Able to make you fall.
A writer is…
             Uncensored!
A writer is…
             Raw!
A writer is capable of anything, anything at all.

© 2010 Jennifer L. Brooks

You can avoid the mantra of “A writer is…” or not, some people prefer it some don’t.
I wrote this because of everything that a writer is or capable of being. A writer can control your mind, your world with simple words if you’ll allow them. A writer can spend all their life as a simple John or Jane and never see their hard work reach fame. Some writers luck up and have their time in the spotlight. The point is not everyone can be a writer or should I say a successful writer at that but a writer can be anyone and you can compare a successful writer to a closet writer but they all seem to have the same things in common, when it comes to mind, body and soul, the biggest difference is who is published and who is not.