Jack - Hello Poetry

Jack Jan 2018

Since she left I can not eat,
My fragile soul I’ve begun to beat,
Full up on nicotine and drink,
My aching heart has begun to shrink,
Torn up by crippling loneliness,
Unable to feel the warmth of happiness,
Connected only through a phone,
Oh baby, just come home.

No comment. Live well and be happy, JYx

#sad #lonely #lost #love #pain #hurting

Jack Jan 2018

He Misses You

The hole in his chest,
Left behind now you’re gone,
Now his head has become messed,
And he misses you,
He struggles now to rest,
Trying desperately to fight hours,
To have met you he is blessed,
And he misses you,
To make time for you he’s pressed,
Battling through lonely days,
Wrestling his way through life’s test,
And He Misses You.

You never really realise what you have until its gone. You won't appreciate it, you'll take advantage of it and then you'll be left completely alone and useless when its gone. Stay safe and life well. JY x

#lonely #lost #love #sad #depressed

Jack Jan 2018

The Boy vs Life

Fighting his fight,
Try as he might,
Beaten black and blue,
All because of you.

Life rotting him to his core,
All his body painfully sore,
His losing battle he fought,
Without help of any sort.

He shakes, struggling to cope,
Losing all his youthful hope,
Our silent warrior, making no fuss,
Postpones his fighting just to save us.

Why can't you save anyone? this is based on a close friend of mine who regularly suffers in silence. He is not alone and he will no longer have to fight on his own. Stay safe and protect your people. JY x

#friend #suffering #sad #depressed #lonely #fighting

Jack Jan 2018

My Aussie Treasure

Blonde haired, blue eyed and wearing a smile always,
My Aussie Treasure,
She picked me up from the depths of my broken head,
And Gave me happiness beyond measure.

Friends with anyone who would talk to her,
My Aussie Treasure,
Embraced in caring arms,
Indulging in youthful pleasure.

Owning the ability to dance wildly to anything,
My Aussie Treasure,
Although here for a short time,
She filled my time, distracting me with leisure.

Gone now,
My Aussie Treasure,
Half a world away,
And yet still held in my heart, without question

This is, very obviously, dedicated to My Aussie. she was always there for me and gave me the care and attention i needed to try to combat how i feel and to start to fight my way to happiness. she was always smiling wildly and adored us all, and any dogs she could find, with everything she had and treated us like we were everything to her. we will never lose you and you best be coming back in summer. See you soon you precious person and message me when you have your wifi connection again, my gem! Live well and find your very own Aussie Treasure, my lovelies. JY x

#sad #missingyou #missing #lost #happiness

Jack Jan 2018

Death Pressed to His Lips Pt2

Death pressed to his lips,
Eyes unable to look away,
Death in hand, she spins playfully in the night,
Long, blonde hair, cutting the darkness, flowing every which way.

Death pressed to his lips,
Friends around laughing, talking,
Plans for the future, travelling the world,
Stumbling hopelessly while walking.

Death pressed to his lips,
From hollow, drunken eyes warm tears pour,
She holds him tight and with care,
He doesn’t want to fight through life anymore.

Death pressed to his lips,
She promises it will get better,
On her tiptoes she reaches his cheek,
She’ll never know how lucky he is to have met her.

Death pressed to his lips,
He drops it to the ground,
Climbs into bed, her in his arms,
Calm and loved, he is found,
As death burns out, glowing in the night,
He lies in peace, knowing for the moment he’s safe and sound.

Sorry to use the title again but i love the concept of this. im my happiest when im drinking and smoking with my friends because its so perfect how similar we all are and yet we all bring something different. this poem is based on saturday night, and everything i mention in this did actually happen that night which is what i like too. reminiscing about it makes me happy which is why this is so positibe compared to my usual description. Live well and be happy my Lovelies. JY x

#love #sad #friends #smoking #drinking

Jack Jan 2018

The Death of Jack Youd

I hadn’t been told,
My recessive behaviour that took hold,
Had taken a destructive toll,
On my precious family as a whole.

She had called me to her room,
In a voice full of gloom,
She told me I shouldn’t drink,
For it had destroyed my ability to think.

As we cried in unison,
She tells me I don’t feel like her son,
The sweeping statement causes me to die,
As I watch my loving mother cry.

It was in this moment of heartbreak,
As my entire body started to ache,
I noticed in the last few months without a heart that sang loud,
We were all witnessing the Death of Jack Youd.

It's easy to forget the crippling affect our actions can have on those we love and, in an attempt to protect them, we cause them more pain than we could ever imagine. There is nothing more selfish in the world than a feeling of worthlessness as we search everywhere for a meaning or purpose without a second thought of how others may be affected. we must better ourselves for the sake of others and then, one day, we will find our purpose. Stay safe and live well, my lovelies.
BTW its pronounced ( Y-Ow-d) do it does rhyme with loud.

#disappointment #pain #mother #sad #death

Jack Jan 2018

Getting Better

As I try to get better,
Fighting hordes of darkness,
Slurring through words, letter by letter,
Praying someone will hear my cries.

As I try to get better,
Wrestling my restless mind,
Trying to figure out what’s the matter,
Attempting my painful self-therapy.

Now thinking I’m better,
A short-lived burst of happiness takes over,
Just glad I’d met her,
Dancing wildly to the laughter of friends,

I think I’m over her,
Thinking I can finally rest,
A killer stare fuelled by hate and anger,
Tears a hole in my once-mended chest.

From wanting friendship to realising I’ll never get her,
Please someone, help me get better.

The worst part about trying to get better is realising how cripplingly lonely you are and how painfully dependant you are on being able to fall into someone's loving arms when you're falling into your own never ending black hole of sorrow and worthlessness. The curse of human kind is that its never enough when you have it and once it's gone, only then, will you realise what it meant to you. Stay safe and live well, my loves, and don't make the mistakes of a selfish man. (dont worry, am not going to **** myself)

#lost #love #sad #depression #help #better #happy