we all have grandfathers,
fathers,
brothers and sons.
Haven't they made you laugh before?
made you smile loads and tons?
beside the strangers,
that we don't know,
they're brothers to
females just like you.
They have
sisters
they make
their friend and foe.
when they make you cry or frown,
don't you want revenge?
...with no miserable
guys,
in your life:
no plotting plans
no fun challenge.
When you get them back,
you have them at your mercy.
laugh in their face,
at full contact.
be known for your
ability
© J-d S. J
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 10:48 PM UTC
He coughs on water,
Juice, milk, and tea.
...He does this coughing,
constantly.
I say,
when he's choking
on bread and bone,
water will have to be left alone.
A waste of drinks,
that are watery.
family and friends ,
....start paying,
your courtesy.
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 6:21 PM UTC
There
she
sat; little,
short
and cute.
holding
magic
stick.
...give
blank
page, a
salute.
© J-d S. J
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 6:16 PM UTC
I always tell myself,
when emotions seem to run..
to **** it up, and close my heart,
don't look forward to fun.
I want my mind to lead,
Have a stone-cold inner seed.
One that won't betray me,
and let in foolish need
You see you have to want in life,
take things, with strong strife.
What i always muse about,
is: focoused brain,
heart of ice.
© J-d S. J
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 6:11 PM UTC
Deactivate.
Go ahead,
Delete Your Life.
Deactivate.
You,deserve
demise.
You'll see the light,
when you close your eyes.
Do it, Do it
don't think twice.
The tears
will no more
be.
Don't you want
that
prize?
evil streams
frame
your face:
end it now.
make the choice.
© J-d S. J
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 6:10 PM UTC
Slippery (thief)
The sun beats down
upon
stagnant water.
revealing what should have been
a girl's
reflection.
But she's no longer standing up,
She went in with a plop,
and the light reveals a deadly abduction.
© J-d S. J
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 12:02 PM UTC
[ edit poem ]
Night Verses
It's at night and when i'm shutting off,
I'm tired,
seeking something soft,
..to lay upon...
:You'd think i'd be de-energized,
feeling groggy as i close my eyes:
my creativeness lacking size.
...It's that special time of day:
the repettitive hour in which i lay,
:that i find gold.
My thoughts add up to an endless sum,
Collective lines, begin to thrum,
Bright and bold, they always come:
....in my head.
...It's too bad though:
My night verses,
you guys will never know.
They're gone by morning ,
no pure gold to show.
© J-d S. J
Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 9:15 PM UTC
I see it there;
sitting.
Undisturbed,
by the living;
left alone.
If it had been tampered with ,
where would i be today?
thank the Guardian of Watchers for guarding it,
when i couldn't be there;
to do so myself.
Living in this disgusting time of life
everyone would want a chance to exploit it,
find a use out of it,
want to benifit
from it.
Because , yeah;
No one ever seems to find the state of mind:
that they can't give themselves permission
to unlock what isn't theirs.
© J-d S. J
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 4:40 PM UTC
foggy darkness
clogged
the air.
not a peep of light,
nor a nick anywhere,
for the trapped
darkness
to escape.
light footfalls
echo,
pitter patter,
through the halls;
young girl:
cold night,
clutching at her woolen shawl.
All doors closed,
except one.
The one
that's
getting
taller;
...calling
her to come.
Steady
steps,
unlead by fear.
The only thing
she's lead on by,
is her:
miraculous,
cautious dare.
Though she cannot see
she takes on the journey;
she takes on the journey
through the blinding sea
of darkness.
The darkness in which she
knew she would never miss.
© J-d S. J
Aug 17, 2014
Aug 17, 2014 at 9:43 PM UTC
Wasting time
shortens life.
Spending time
studying
other people.
...One's you don't
care about.
Wondering
'could you be like them.'
Succumbing
yourself
to doubt.
...doing
things,
you never
wanted to.
Telling yourself,
what you cannot do.
...Telling lies to yourself,
then saying,
that
you never knew.
...Qestioning
Life,
....rather than:
...trying,
..to find out ,
...the asnwer,
on your own.
Scolding at yourself,
...with a constant
pity tone.
If it didn't make you happy,
then it wasn't worth your time.
life won't have you,
doing over,
..mountians
you've past
climbed.
© J-d S. J
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 12:00 PM UTC