You love her too much
I envy the power of it
She doesn’t know you
You don’t know me either
But I know you
And you feel like you do know her
Until yours become the only way
To end this agony
I want to love you too
Help me to end my own agony
But its too much
Too deep and hurt
But when will we meet each other
When we’re too busy
Catching the heart that doesn’t want to be reached
Mar 29, 2019
Mar 29, 2019 at 11:49 AM UTC
A fire burns within
Each flame igniting desires
For a passion I must pursue
Broiling my blood, searing every fiber
I once questioned why it chose me
Tried to fend it off for good,
But birth dealt me as a dreamer
Persistent imagination into adulthood
These words consist of power
Its control bestowed upon the unique
The responsibility of my talent
To share what others sincerely seek
Commitment and dedication
Discipline and sleepless nights
Believing in something bigger
Triumphant against all plights
As strength endures heartache
And my will to succeed prevails
My words shield me from naysayers
Because not everyone understand what my path entails
© JL Smith
Jun 26, 2018
Jun 26, 2018 at 9:22 PM UTC
This heart should be, already,
Hurt-proof
Or one side love-proof
'Cus I've learned it that way
That back you thrown at me
Walked off to the departing gate
Should have known it would be the end of this
It supposed to be die right there
But the feeling seemed lurking
They ghosted on the small side of my chest
Waited patiently there
'Till the shine of your light blasted through the flesh
I wonder what to call this feel
Should it be love or passion
Or an amusement, instead of possesion
To recall your embrace 'till my tears are all reckless
Supposed to hate you
Supposed to summoned you away
But these beats after beats,
They told me I'm dying without you
Boy, I'm dying without you
Do not ruffle my hair anymore
Do not smile at my joke anymore
Just do not, do not you dare at all
This time, do not you dare to love me anymore.
Jun 25, 2018
Jun 25, 2018 at 12:15 PM UTC
I became relevant
Everyone is watching me now
But This wasn't the attention i wanted
Seems like everyone was getting their blessing
But i continued to stay haunted
Maybe this was my spotlight
For them to see my life declining
This was the peak in my journey
I called it perfect timing
In the midst of avoiding depression
And escaping my anxiety
That whole entire time i had something growing inside of me.
"Extra extra! I have cancer read all about it"
Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 9:39 AM UTC
Once I was in a place to shed a tears
of the silent scream I don't let anybody know
to watch them all laughing,
as the agony I feel
for the invisible tears
rolled down my cheek
they laughed at me,
for always
at the sight of myself
and that's the truth
for what the lie is
I smiled at them in return
Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 9:36 AM UTC
you said that
you love it when it rains.
little did you know that
it rains
whenever i shed a tear.
maybe that's why
you seem happy
even if i'm hurt;
you enjoy
whenever i cry.
and i'll always end up
exchanging your sorrow
for my euphoria,
in hopes of you
loving the rain—
me, my tears, and my pain.
Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 9:26 AM UTC
I am lonely, not lonely
the choice up to now
has been mine
I will slip away
(at will)
into the recesses
of small shops
of empty rooms
or quiet spaces
to avoid her touch
or his gaze
or their judgement
our subconscious desires.
But all swallowed up
deep in the belly
of fog, of smoke
a vast, impenetrable
night sky
suddenly the
all-encompassing fear
grips me
washes over
so suddenly
I realize
I have not lived at all
that I am
suddenly
(forcibly)
the only one left.
Down a long, winding road
that trudges on endlessly
into the fading silhouette of trees
and broken sidelines
dim headlights
I am lonely, not lonely.
Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 2:17 PM UTC
I know of a land
where none but I have been
Not a land between seas
but a land of within
The familiar becomes fear
A home becomes a stage
The room whispers empty
I yell back in rage
The walls have me captive
Outside is but lore
For the clouds upon the ceiling
send floods through my door
A plea sent through the waves
for mere grace to stay afloat
But the sound heard in the gap
are the thoughts inside my throat
Like running from a bee
when you become aim of its sting
The past will pierce you again
with the daggers that it brings
The moon sings the stars' ode
My soul beside me it lays
for no one else would
I bid goodnight from the grave
Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 2:16 PM UTC
Whispered as a dark voice,
in an unoccupied night
there is, lonely, waiting
for me knitting in spinning
of the past and the future
and today is forgotten
like the wind on the skin
but feels just a snap
then disappear
Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 2:13 PM UTC