Darkness Loves Us (A Poem)

Darkness Loves Us
by J. Dominique

Some speculate the world will end so soon,
Some say the world will end when He decides,
But no one thinks it will end quite like this:
A person with whom I can laugh, confide,
A person with whom I will love and die.

My story starts with singing, swooning songs,
I’d been pulled to the preening party place,
My friend fell for the first person she saw,
I walked around, invisible my face,
He saw me like no else ever did.

For me, that’s when the world started to end,
I thought he would destroy me with his smile,
His gentle voice, his soothing touch all helped
To aid in my destruction all the while,
I couldn’t help my thoughts gone wild for him.

It seemed like there was nothing to perfect,
Together we did any-, everything,
Light filled my days, constant rays shined and glowed,
I was the queen, and oh, he was my king,
That should’ve been the end of my story.

But darkness overcame to beat and kill,
We were so scared, we couldn’t run from it,
It overwhelmed, swallowed us whole — our hope
Solved puzzles pieces — there wasn’t a fit,
We hid, and waited for the light to come.

I’d imagined the end to be different,
Zombies and fire and ice or stars to rain,
This was too horrible to comprehend,
Had fate close for us, no more to ordain?
This blackness won’t end: Darkness reigns supreme.

— J. Dominique

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April Update

Hey, everybody! How are you all doing? I’m here to tell you that I’m doing quite fabulous. Here are just a few things I’ve been up to in the last few months:

1. I’ve been editing my “Eternal” series. Haven’t made a ton of progress on that, unfortunately, but I still have quite a while before I have to get it done.

2. I submitted my first chapter of my first book in the “Eternal” series to a few critiquers. I got a mix of reviews, but mostly positive, which is really encouraging!

3. I’m participating in this April’s Camp NaNoWriMo, and I keep changing my word count goal. First, I was at 20K, then 15K, then 30K, then 50K, and now 60K. I am crazy. But my cabin mates are great and supportive and . . . yes, they’re active!

4. In the middle of Camp NaNoWriMo, I started a new project (because I was so bored with editing . . .). I’m about 40,000 words into that, and I hope to reach at least 55,000 by the end of the week.

5. In my poetry class, I’m learning a lot about cool stuff like alliteration, consonance, meter, hyperbole, things I’ve never thought about before! They’re so cool, and I hope to use them tons in the future (without overdoing it, of course).

6. I’ve been writing so much lately. It’s been great, because before I was just editing which didn’t have a ton of writing involved. It feels good to stretch my muscles again.

And that’s about what all has happened to me that involves writing! How are your writing endeavors going? I would love to hear about them.

~ J. Dominique

The Bleeding Moon (A Poem)

the bleeding moon,
with its tainting touch.
the harvest moon,
with its foreboding frame.
the silver moon,
with its insidious irradiation.

the leaping fire,
with its tasting tongue.
the eternal fire,
with its fastidious flames.
the crimson fire,
with its irreverent incandescence.

moon and fire,
interacting, intertwining,
the fire colors the moon,
the moon reflects the fire.

the fire is duplicity,
the moon is deception,
they are so different,
yet so alike.

together, they can’t be one,
but together, they can be whole.

Some Poetry In Honor of Valentine’s (Forever Alone) Day

Poem 1:
You won’t ever know,
about me, about you,
’bout how I think of us two,
’Cause we’re not together,
and it’ll be that way forever.
You won’t ever know,
about the things I see in my mind,
’bout the feelings I had to leave behind,
’Cause we won’t be together,
and it’ll be that way forever.
You won’t ever know,
about the way I see you smile,
’bout how I haven’t seen you in a while.
’Cause we can’t be together,
and it’ll be that way forever.

Poem 2:
She walks by
I pretend not to notice her
her swinging hands
the gentle smile on her face
the way she just turns her head
slightly
To look glance at me
I turn away
before she can see
that I feel the same way

Poem 3:
I want to feel it:
The rain on my nose,
The sunshine warm on my body,
The rush of blood in my cheeks,
Your fingers around mine.
I want to smell it:
The apple pie cooling on the windowsill,
The freshly mown grass and clean linen sheets,
The scent of roses flowing on the breeze,
Your skin against mine.
I want to taste it:
The sweet strawberries,
The burning hot chili,
The fresh mint leaves,
Your lips on mine.
I want to hear it:
The morning birds’ songs,
The lilting orchestra music,
The rumble of an enthusiastic crowd,
Your voice laughing with mine.
I want to see it:
The curve of the mountains in the distance,
The sprawling city, people moving,
The ocean spreading on for now and forever,
Your smile to mirror mine.
I
Want
To
Feel
It
You make me feel it.

Poem 4:
Valentine’s hearts
are too easy
to break in parts.
Because, you see,
They’re fragile things,
only mended
just by two rings,
some pretended.
Because, you see,
Valentine’s hearts
are too easy
to break in parts.

~ J. Dominique