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jkjosh
jkjosh
24/M/Colorado I like it when ink from a pen or pixels from a screen somehow cause me to think differently or view something in a new light.
Rain reminds me of all the tears I'm too afraid to shed And all the times I rejected you By closing my heart and head. You're there no matter what I say even when what I said- Might have made you wish that you hadn't died in my stead. But all the same, Through thick and thin You came back time and time again And that is why I ask forgiveness for my failures and my sin. I can't do this on my own So help me to remember That when I fall and break my heart- Your love is great, your eyes are bright, Your embrace is calm and tender. So let it rain and let me cry. Take away my fear so I- Can learn to trust in who I am. In who I am In you.
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Oct 7, 2017
Oct 7, 2017 at 11:34 PM UTC
It Rains When God Cries
little as i am-- there are things smaller still but as I think this through My Cranium Grows LARGER AS BIG AS I AM-- I AM STILL small
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Oct 7, 2017
Oct 7, 2017 at 2:17 PM UTC
Powers Of Ten
I saw the forest-- --for the trees.
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Oct 7, 2017
Oct 7, 2017 at 1:56 PM UTC
The Lumberjack's Epitaph
If home is where the heart is And you find yourself on the streets I’d be glad to break my heart in half So that you could have a piece I’ll give you my whole guest room It’s down the hall from my arteries I’ll give you food and oxygen Even take a house key if you need I hope that you enjoy your stay And accept my offerings I don’t care when or where you go Just so long as you don’t leave My mind is a repulsive place You might be better off on the street Than swimming through my synapses And believing what you see The world outside my beating heart Is more dangerous than you think So please leave good enough alone And promise not to leave Finding out the truth about Who I claim to be Could end up being worse for you Than it ever was for me Nevertheless I’d dare to love You are so dear to me But no matter what you’d do or say I would never set you free My blood type is B negative And no matter what I do I’ll never be an optimist Or anything like you I’m offering you a part of me So now you have to make A choice to enter my home and take my heart Or choose to let it break So if I give you this bit of myself I’ll need you to promise me Not to stray too far from home Or ever try to leave
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Oct 7, 2017
Oct 7, 2017 at 10:43 AM UTC
Heart Is Where The Home Is
glass half empty or half full? why do we even ask at all? all this thinking takes its toll on our society of analysis anti-action and paralysis it really is a dangerous thing overphilosophizing i mean we've fallen victim to the allure of thinking that we can cure anyone anything and or any problem with enough thinking tinkering and or solving but truly there's really got to be more to cure the modern malady of paradoxes and dichotomies and meta-epistemologies we've come too far for us to merely be just because i think we think if i can really only see what's standing right in front of me once it's gone to the periphery then i'm positive that we'll all have been over inacting and underachieving for far far too long we think too much and do too little it's not like it's a test or a riddle we write creeds and manifestos but there's no credence manifested if we don't give precedence not to kings queens or presidents but to becoming a society- a people who won't go quietly whose thoughts and bright ideas suddenly begin to coalesce into lives being lived to the absolute fullest we need something more we need a paradigm shift made from something much more sure than a philosopher's two cents but if we don't act now if we procrastinate and wait our dreams will just be dreams and tomorrow will be too late so then- if you don't mind instead of stopping just to analyze and think i think i'll take that half of a glass and maybe take a drink
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Oct 6, 2017
Oct 6, 2017 at 7:07 PM UTC
The Glass Half Had