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Cardboard-Jones Mar 2020
When your heart goes numb
You’ll do anything to feel again.
In the cold, dark, night,
Wandering aimlessly to see again.

Is this just a warning
Of who we’ll become in the morning?
Is this just a moment
Or is there a call we’re ignoring?
Choices and consequences.
Did you learn nothing?

When your heart goes numb
You’ll do anything to feel something.
Cardboard-Jones Mar 2020
I used to speak a language that had no limitations.
I could speak to the birds,
Ask them how it felt to fly.
I could speak to the trees,
Ask them how tall they could grow.
I could speak to the wind,
Ask it where it was going.
I could speak to the babbling creek,
Ask it why it was so talkative.
Ah, the visible world was so chatty back then.
I could even speak to the invisible world.
My imagination would sometimes come to life.
It would often be my company through the days.
As I grew older my world became less talkative.

How did that language go?
Cardboard-Jones Mar 2020
A brand new morning
The same old feelings,
I have to face the day.
Put on a good show,
Put on a great display.
It’s so cliche.
I don’t know how to say
That I’m not okay.

I’m falling apart now,
Fading away.
New moments keep coming,
Old feelings stay.
I need you to lean on,
I can’t stand today.
I don’t wanna sprint through this,
I just need to keep pace.
Cardboard-Jones Feb 2020
Done with me,
Ending us early,
It seems to me you got all you needed
I bet.
“It’s all me,
I know it’s hard to believe,
I didn’t mean to mislead,”
You said.
When did you know we wouldn’t make it?
Why’d you spend so much time tryna fake it?
Texting that guy, you told me not to worry.
But you ran to his arms in a hurry.
And here I thought I deserved love
But you only gave me hurt love.

It’s all blurry, it’s all faded.
All of the time that I wasted.
2 a.m. deep talks all wasted.
Charm City harbor nights wasted.
Foundation for love, I gave it.
Island trips and diamonds, you were chasing.
Does he do the things for you that I do?
Or were you looking for something new?
Does he know the games that you’re playing?
Does he know that your love is dangerous?

It’s all blurry, it’s all faded.
He’s probably thinking he deserves love.
He doesn’t know you give hurt love.
Cardboard-Jones Feb 2020
I am
The guy on the side,
The one you desperately try to hide,
But that’s alright.
I’m willing to let it all slide
Just as long as you show up on time,
Then everything is fine.
It’s lust, that I understand
But don’t get mad if I don’t hold your hand,
Because I’m not your man.
By and by, put your feelings aside,
And remember this it what you implied.
Cardboard-Jones Feb 2020
I heard them talking.
Saying how I was a fool,
And everybody knew.
Except for me I guess.
But nonetheless,
I had to see if these wings
Could fly,
Go beyond the azure sky.
What should I do?
Keep my feet safe on the ground?
But what if I
Find something no one’s ever found?
If I fall,
At least I know I tried.
When myself and fate
Collide,
I’ll greet it with a smile.
It’s better than
Lying awake at night.
Cardboard-Jones Feb 2020
A picture captures a dream of a time
That I was living.
A time where the sky was always gold
And no worries were given.
My only responsibility
Was to be back before the streetlights.
Nintendo 64 with my friends
And Nickelodeon all through the night.
I wasn’t bothered by thoughts
Of what people thought of me.
We were true to ourselves
Even if we didn’t know what that meant.

I wonder if I went back now
To meet who I was back then,
Would I be proud of myself
Or see I’m way off track once again?
Have I found my truth
Or did I forget the lessons from youth?
Can’t help but laugh at this photograph.
Oh, it’s time that I went back.
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