He Loves Me Not

He says he loves me but they're just words
and promises expressed, afterthoughts forgotten
once past the lips.

He lives a life so opposite from mine,
it could easily be several light years away.

I feel as if I'm in a sea of turbulence
about to be swept under
by a tidal wave of loneliness
with all lifelines just out of reach,

Attempts to save myself fall short once realized;
for a weight feels like it's been lifted
once I try to disengage from meager ties.

But new found freedom is short-lived
once challenged, I find myself back
to treading water with only faith
to support me.



Blurred Epitome

I just can't get through
the melange of indistinction.
With you
it's beyond compare,
a vast reverie
in the fast lane.
Only I feel we've yet
to get started.

Looking back,
it's all glitzy cocktail gowns
and crumpled tuxedos,
out of place
at the country side
lemonade stands,
when all I want
is a stiffer drink.


© Stephenie VanCamp-Jones

Bio: Stephenie is a poet and artist living in Northern California. In her spare time Stephenie works with animals, enjoys nature photography and sketching. Her most recent work has been published in the March 06 issue of The Rattlesnake Review and online at ACommonSense and AllThingsGirl.com. Stephenie is currently at work on her first chap book.