- insert name here -

- insert name here - Jan 2015

I was so close,
So close to reaching the inevitable,
But before I closed my eyes...

She was there,
I believed what I couldn't as,
Eyes met across the room,
Never looking away,
She threw herself into my arms,
And I held her tight to my chest,
With the warmth that I felt,
The world stood still,
It was all good until,

She was there,
But she was not where I last saw here,
Instead,
She was over there,
And again eyes met from our path,
This time, she stopped,
She just, Talked,
But our conversation grew,
And I watched as the hours would go by,
And before I could even say goodbye,

She was there,
We were together watching the stars,
Staring into the night sky,
Just reminiscing our past,
Talking about the present,
And what our future holds,
We cried,
But after trying to dry her eyes,
She locked into mine,

She was there,
Holding my hand,
Making the stand that she would,
Forever be with me,
She promised that she wouldn't leave me,
She would not cheat,
And with her trust,
It became,
Til Death Do Us Part,

I woke up this time,
And to my side,
No one was there,
I looked around,
Hoping to find her,
Nowhere to be found,
I looked for something,
Anything,
And that's when I knew,

She made me feel,
She made me touch,
She made me hold,
She made me love,

She made me,
But,

*She never existed

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JayCee Russ-Cuthbert
I found my poem to end in three ways.
The first way I saw it was that, he was basically living his dream and it almost felt as if the whole thing felt like a reality, only to find out that it truly was a dream, never being able to find true love.
Another way I thought of it was trips to his past that he remembered, but in the end, she really did leave him even after everything she promised.
A third, but strange way of thinking about it, was he's about to reach his point where he's going to die and remembers all about the one he loves, in the end when he reaches his point, he is in heaven and is unable to see her again thinking that she was never there....
It's up to you to decide. But where is the love?

#love #dream #poem #poetry #reality #she #made

- insert name here - Dec 2014

She Whispers

He loves me,
He loves me not...

She did not speak of it,

And yet,

Clueless with confusion,
Clearly, it was only an illusion,
...Or so they said,

Everyone just stood there and began to stare,
And just beyond their wonders,
From there,
Right there,
There was but a girl,
With her,
Lifeless face,
As her long, light-brown hair covered her place,
And not knowing if she was really there,
She followed my trace,

He loves me,
He loves me not,

Looking up,
I could only hear the whispers,
No matter if she spoke,
She was a passing of ways, but,
How could her voice come across from where I stay?

But that soft, gentle voice,
It became clear as it,
Ran through my ear,
As if there was nothing,
Nothing left to hear,
But the sweet, silent tone,
That ran through one,
And stayed in the other,
I knew she was there,

He loves me,
He loves me not

She would never shout,
She couldn't,
She wouldn't,
She only whispered,
The knowledge and the struggle,
With her words of complexity,
From the inside out,

But the truth lied within the fire,
And that fire never died,

As a part of her dexterity,
Her hands moved,
As the paper reached for the tip of the pen,
Her words then became as smooth as waves,
For those waves reached for her feet,
And the cycle repeats,

He loves me,
He loves me not...

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Jevon Cuthbert

Oct 2014

Marolle

I may, I have and I used to think

I may* have put up a happy surface
but* my soul is not happy
I may have put up a joyful face
but I am not enjoying any of it
I may always seem fine
but inside it is all poles apart
I have lied to myself
but I am not any more
I used to think I was happy
but now I know I am not

*(Marolle)

#soul #unhappy #lying #face #facade #denmark #lied

- insert name here - Oct 2014

Questionable Answers

There is never a wrong question,
But questions could lead to wrong answers,
Some answers that could be questionable,
While others just seem to be answered,
But what, is, the answer?

Something short, can't really make much more out of what I already have. Hope this make you think about the next question you answer.

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Jevon Cuthbert

#poem #poetry #wrong #question #answer #right #jbucrew

- insert name here - Oct 2014

Where Are You Now?

This is not what I wanted,
I never wanted it to go like this,
It shouldn't end this way,
Why is this happening?

It was too late,
Already falling into the streams of darkness,
I let go of the last strand of strings,
And I was fell like the angel who lost his wings,
****, was it pitiful.

Despite all that happened,
You begin to ask yourself, *why?
Was it what it was worth?

In this world, there are two people,
With the ability to bear children,
They upbring one subject,
And with that project,
They teach them the truth,
The circle and the way of life,
It's a different experience for each,
But there's always something certain that one can preach,

So preach Preacher,
Have others explore your ways,
But don't force them to live out your plays,
Just say what you have to say...
Say it, and don't betray it,

But what is this all about,
Why am I,
The speaker saying things like this?

Well, if I may,
You have to live out the life you want to live,
Not what others want from you,
Learn by losing, but,
Also learn by winning,
There are no wrong answers,
But there are always decisions at hand,
And not only are those decision made by actions,
They are guided by the smallest reactions,
Take it how you want, but,
Overtime, when you continue the same path,
You will notice the pattern,
And you will either push away from it,
Or keep moving forward,

So,
Answer me this,
**Where Are You Now?

I couldn't think straight, but I hope this makes sense.

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Jevon Cuthbert

- insert name here - Aug 2014

The First Time

Good job,
No,
Great job,
Now look what you've done,
You got a whole mob in front of you,
And you had just one job,
As the mother of a son,
You have failed to improve what is yours,
And now he is simply,
Worthless,
He means nothing to the world,
As of me,
It is only he,
That now can fend for himself,
For now of everything that falls against him,
May he only see,
What he may take by a whim,
For it is not what he has done,
But for what he did not do,
So now that there is nothing left,
There's nothing left to turn to,
He shall rot with the earth,
And stay stuck at birth,
And rebirth as the dirt,
Only to be stepped on,
He will no longer be what you thought,
But more of what satisfies in order to be bought,
And you will ignore his sight,
For how tasteless and bland he may be,
But also how boring and slick you see,
You see,
He is just like everyone else,
Homeless,
Worthless,
Good for nothing,
And to think you gave birth for something,
When you could just easily,
Throw him away,
And one day,
You would pass by him,
While he sits in a lion's den,
Waiting to be eaten...
Waiting for his death,
But no,
This is not,
The First Time

#poem #anger #worthless #vent

- insert name here - Jul 2014

What Time Is It?

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock

Can you hear it?
It's beautiful...

Some can only continue to live in their sanity,
Others **** for their piece of mind,
And whilst I live to save humanity,
Am I killing what's most hard to find?

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock

I can still hear it,
Can't you?
It won't stop,
I don't think it ever will,
But still,
It continues,

Why must you go on?
I'm too far behind,
It's almost like your gone,
Because again,
You're simply hard to find,
If only I knew you were right in front of me,
I wouldn't be so lost,

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock*

Do you hear that?
It just keeps on ticking,
No, not the clock,
Not this time,
There's another...

What time is it?

#time #clock #out #gone #ticking #tick #tock #jbucrew