Death is the consequence of life but
People die trying to have a life
Aug 26, 2016
Aug 26, 2016 at 2:49 AM UTC
When you left you took my heart
And I let you
Because I thought it would be easier
Not to care
But it doesn’t work that way,
And without it I am so dead inside
My body is a skeleton
Filled with crumpled leaves,
Hardened flowers,
Distant emotions, and fading memories
They subside like tidewater out to sea
I feel nothing, am nothing
Not even a ghost
Just a barely breathing being,
Dying six feet under the surface
Aug 26, 2016
Aug 26, 2016 at 2:48 AM UTC
Paint my heart as empty
all blue and black and grey
Around it perforate a circle
from beginning back to start
Paint it very gently
then quickly pull away
Tearing it out
without ripping it apart
Someday they'll surely place it
in the Gallery of Fools
Inside the Wailing Walls
out past the Hall of Shame
And when the people face it
they'll cherish their own hearts
As if anatomy has
anything to do with pain
©Jason Cole
May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 5:00 AM UTC
do you maybe wanna grab some coffee some time
I know we can't leave after and go on our special walkway
and I know you asked if you could "please have some time"
but after all, we'll still be alone and have to go our separate ways
when it's all over
yeah, I'll still have tears in my eyes and that pain in my side
when we say goodbye
and when it's all over
May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 12:43 AM UTC
I just want to tell you
I am nothing without you
I'm sorry and I still love you
the only thing I need is you
the only one for me is you
May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 12:43 AM UTC
You were my everything
now i'm your nothing
you loved me once
you never will again
not only were you my lover
you were my best friend
whether or not
you're in the arms of another
it doesn't matter
i'll never hold you in mine
i'll never forget our days together
not until the end of time
because that's when you said
that you would stop loving me
now i have to live in this reality
a hell you said would never be
May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 12:29 AM UTC
this poem
is not about you
even though
your spirit is in every word
your voice sounds strong
in the halls of my mind
telling me things
I am now sure
I want to know
this poem is
about me
trying to understand
you
May 13, 2016
May 13, 2016 at 6:04 AM UTC
I can t think
Only about how you taste
I wonder if you knew the feeling
I walked so many miles
Looking for you
You never saw it coming
I can see it still beating in my hand
You never knew how it would feel
To have your heart ripped out
So weak and helpless
Maybe i should give it back
It taste too good not too
May 12, 2016
May 12, 2016 at 5:41 AM UTC
My anger flares,
I draw my weapon,
And I pull the trigger,
My words blow holes in your mentality.
My vocabulary splatters your imagination on the ground.
I take another breath,
and reload,
Preparing to fire again.
Bang.
May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 12:00 AM UTC
i have to remind myself
that i am beautiful
or else i forget
May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 10:34 PM UTC