Jake - Hello Poetry

Nov 2014

WanderLust

I swear

Scream in the air to not cry.
Stomach twists like tangled vines.
Tears rise but refuse fall.
Violent sobs shake my all.

Legs give out after a while.
Back slides against cold tile.
Of course I'm okay.
Can't you see?

I'm just okay.
And this isn't killing me.

#depression #anxiety

Jake Oct 2014

If Looks Could ****.

If looks could **** then I would be a murderer.
My eyes used to be filled with hate.
Staring down those who have wronged me.
So many dead in my wake.

But if looks can **** then maybe they could also heal.
Because the way she looked at me reminded me of memory.
That once had to be told to me because I couldn't remember.

If you understand this you may be thinking to hard.

Jake Oct 2014

Tied In Knots.

I can bring worlds to life with a pen or keyboard.
I can tell stories that can make people laugh or bring tears to their eyes.
I can stare into the eyes of death and smile.
I know this because I've done all these things.

But why is it that whenever I try to make you notice me.
And I look into those icy blue eyes.
My tongue gets tied in knots.

Oct 2014

WanderLust

Battle Scars

Be brave
You already are
Look what you survived through
The wounds of your past have closed
The seemingly endless chapter ended
The dark bruises faded lightly
The battle left you scarred
And your still here
Be brave

#battle #brave #scars #survivor #rictameter

Jake Oct 2014

Untitled

I like the sound of the rain bouncing off my leather jacket.
I like the smell of the *** smoke in my hair.
I like the burn of the ***** in my throat.
And I know that this will get me no where.
But right now I don't care.

I sometimes get the urge just to pick up everything and disappear.
Leave no trace cut all ties to the life I've made.
Run to some foreign place and become so famous that the whole world can see my face.
Or maybe I'll vanish into the woods and become nothing more than a story parents tell their kids at night.
I just want something more than this.

Jake Oct 2014

Lost Keys.

I feel like I'm staring down at myself.
Locked outside of my own mind.
Its almost painful to watch this poor boy stumbling over his words.
Like he's not used to the sound of his own voice.
And I want to help him, but I can't find my keys.