walking through forest-
i close my eyes and enjoy
birds and wind singing

I just want to scream
was it a dream?
Made me feel something,
when I was nothing.
Added colour to my world
and filled my heart with his word.
Lifted me up when I was down,
like a sunrise in the dawn.
Held my hand & made me walk,
assured that  I'm not just a stalk.
Followed me in the hot desert
and served me cold dessert.
Shared my pain ,
without any gain.
Gave me a shoulder to cry,
when everyone wanted to fry.
Taught me to love from my heart
and never let anyone to hurt,
Brought smile on my lips,
with lots and lots of funny tips.
Hey, I just wanna scream ,
It was a dream ....

Kissing you was like
getting lost in a candy store.
Too much sweetness
Yet I always wanted more.

All those colorful feelings
little moments of happiness.
I kept on kissing
But I never confessed.





I miss those sweet treats
And the magic they created.
The candy store is gone now
And I only know what I had tasted.

The thought of loving again sends trembles down my soul
Breaking it down
Like earthquakes destroying homes
My love is as precious as gold
But I find that at a cheap price
It is always sold

I guess I'm a hopeless romantic
And when my love is thrown in my face
I become frantic
I can't have it
Its just madness
When gold is treated just like plastic

Set on fire
The flames burst
The deepest cut in my heart
Is from the one I loved first
My heart died when he left me
And my body is the hearse
He trampled all over my heart
Left me so hurt
I don't know why I get so attached
Surely I must be cursed

The shallows are up ahead, I think I'll rest there,
make a rock my easy chair so I can sit there,
shed the burdens and
cast away this life's care
There are shallows up ahead
I think I'll cross there.

There's a mountain to my right,
I may just climb it,
look into the distance of the dark pit,
find that if I fall
the path is well lit, by
others who have fell
before their time.

Tears are fast...
...expanding...
...metaphors.

© 2014 J.S.P.

The cemeteries are full of "if only's" and "I swear I never meant what I said's"

* My eyes hang like torn hammocks after a thunderstorm.

* You can't turn poetry into prose, believe me, it's like turning a goodbye into a bowl of narcotics.

* Burning cigarettes in pairs like a reenactment of the twin towers.

* I see your shadow in the corner of dark alleys, clutching a bottle of whisky and my notebook.

* I am having a conversation with every doorway you've stormed out of.

* I am the drunken murmur on the lawn of a funeral home.

* Your ringtone is the sound of a pistol being reloaded.

* But does he kiss you like you are an ocean and although he's terrified of the water, he's perfectly fine with drowning?

* Drowning myself in alcohol because your eyes make me sea sick.