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Jonas Apr 2022
She struggles hard
struggles, each and everyday.

Still she does it so beautifully
so let's try and keep her safe.
Jonas Apr 2022
Just so we're clear this is personal.
I wrote this for me, I wrote this for friends, my mom, as therapy.
I wrote this for people to see,
to see me. Finally.

After I've died that is,
after I've done it, possibly killed myself.
Good riddance.
Now put the book back in the shelf.

This is my inner point of view, it is but a fracture,
a specific frame,
not the whole picture.
My solemn manufacture.

It's also me just fooling around.
I's also me just being lonely, being *****.
Find me.
Jonas Apr 2022
Ready your tea cups and bring out the biscuits,
chaps,
it's time for gossip.
Jonas Apr 2022
I'm sorry but.
I have words in my head.
I have to let some of them out at least.
Make space, I'm grasping for breath.
Jonas Apr 2022
hold up,
come back,
you left my jaw at the floor
Jonas Apr 2022
A warm tea in hand
the world looks brighter,

make me  a chai
my soul is freezing over.
Jonas Apr 2022
she jumped from the coffins lying in the window screen,
death casually says hello,
while we're strolling through the city
,
but when it comes knocking for real,
racing right up to her,
she stays still.
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