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Jace Kassem Jan 2016
I close my eyes to catch sleep
But sleep's already caught me.
I looked too weak, too dumb to keep
I was thrown where no one can see.
My heart started pounding
My face seemed to just go.
My veins, from the way they were sounding
Had too much blood to flow.
The sun melted to black
Skies exploded with pitch
To all, I turned my back
My wounds, I would never stitch.
Monsters haunted the streets
Biting from front and from behind.
I jumped up from beneath the sheets
And no monsters, did I find.
I sighed with relief, waking up
Scanning the place around.
But the pain would never stop
Reality's harder, I found.
I'm tired, oh and way beyond
I'm done with misery and hope.
To the blade, I've grown quite fond
But my next friend would be the rope.
Jace Kassem Nov 2015
Have you ever heard
Of the said-free bird
Whose legs are chained still?
He looks ahead
He bobs his head
And sings in a voice, so shrill.
He's told he's free
He's told of glee
He's told of joy and thrill
Oh, how I cry
For a bird who doesn't fly
But is told that it's his will.
Jace Kassem Nov 2015
An arc of a slit
Beautiful to the sight.
Forever brightly lit
Illuminating the night.

What is a crescent
If not a piece of your grin?
What is it if not a present
That everyone gets to win?

Cherish that Crescent of red
And watch me and learn
How I change it instead
How, to a full moon, it would turn
To your smile
Jace Kassem Oct 2015
I'm just waiting for the winter
For when people light fire on the streets
For when they're huddled up to absorb the heat
And I'm standing on the other side.
Your letters in my hand
Your smell in my nose
It was I who chose
To throw the letters aside.
To see them devoured by the flame.
To hear them calling your name.
Hoping it's the last I see of you.
And behind my finger, trying to hide.
Praised be the lord who sent winter
A blessing to broken hearts.
We can burn our sorrow,
Forget tomorrow,
And pretend to have a fresh start.
I'll be waiting for the winter
for when I can burn all that you've sent.
Then I'll watch it curl in the fire
And I'll watch it fueling my resent.
This poem is out of rhyme because I didn't wanna give much thought to it. I just scribbled down the way I felt, cause I needed to let it out. I needed to admit how hung up I am on someone who left, and how I'm still trying to get over it.
Jace Kassem Feb 2015
The types of people
vary as they do.
And here I will count
the types of people for you.

Type 1:
They pull you close
and say it's okay
and you would just nod
so they could go away.
They pretend they understand
and that you're like their soul.
They try to help
but in your heart, they leave a hole.

Type 2:
They say they don't care
and just leave you to rot.
They say that you always think
they're something that they're not.
You think you're lovebirds
They think you're less
You always expect the best from them
which leaves you in a total mess.

Type 3:
They're there when they need you
but not the other way around.
When the sky starts turning gray
you won't be hearing a sound.
Do what they want,
then leave them be.
That's what they're asking
from you and from me.

Type 4:
They give flowers and roses
and say they'd give you their life.
They smile to your face,
and to your back, they hold a knife.
They talk sweet all the time.
At least when you look.
But when you turn they wouldn't think twice
about hanging your head on a hook.

Type 5:
They like to see the pain.
It gives them joy.
They like to remind you
of how you're a little boy.
They hate you openly,
which is better than type 4,
but only if you could take the curses
and the hurt anymore.

Type 6:
They're the closest to your heart
and the best you'll ever find.
They understand your soul
just like they understand your mind.
They care about you,
but they're so very rare.
They're the type of people
you could never spare.

So check on yourself
and see where you belong,
for sometimes with less than a word,
everything could go wrong.
Type 1: People who want to help but end up hurting you.
Type 2: People who you like but they don't like you back.
Type 3: People who are only there for their own good.
Type 4: People who are backstabbers.
Type 5: People who genuinely hate you.
Type 6: People who are true friends.
Jace Kassem Dec 2014
It was dark against a blanket
Of skin as white as snow
And I've hidden it in a way
So that no one, it, saw

But whenever I got naked
I look at it with fear
With despise and with helplessness
For I can't make it disappear

It had been there
For as long as I recall
But I never had enough courage
To break down that wall

I was never enough able
To show them that mark
'Cause I've seen people who did
And to their fire, it gave the spark

But to a selected few
This deformity, I've shown
Some would show me theirs too
And I'd say I'd never known

What if I wasn't born
With this godforsaken thing?
What if it's a scar that's due
To a young me's suffering?

So my despise melts
And in comes my sorrow
For because of this birthmark
I might not live to see tomorrow
This is not a naive poem about a birthmark. It's something way more serious.
Jace Kassem Dec 2014
My body wants your heat
And my heart wants your voice
You just sweep me off my feet
You're the reason for my rejoice
And I just hope you'll know
How that I'll burst
How much I thirst
To the days when I'm with you

I want the warmness I feel
When you breathe on my skin
That makes me doubt what's real
And weakens the greatest of men
I want to feel your lips
And send my hands through your hair
And in your eyes, I want to stare
And feel the skin around your hips

I want to be your guy
I'll even help you when you're sick
Our love castle will reach the sky
Our feelings will be each brick
And if the time ends
I'd beg you for a kiss
For something to miss
Since your heart, you won't lend

Happy, happy love
Just isn't your thing
You like to keep it tough
And the troubles, you like to bring
And thats how it happens above
Some place in heaven, this is possible
While here on earth, it's impossible
It's just another perfectly impossible love.
This is my first ABABCDDC poem. Hope you like it :)
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