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Jack May 2018
As my problems begin to multiply
Like knives in my heart, I start to cry
In this moment I look to the sky,
And pray there’s no soul more pained than I.
I wrote this poem a long time ago but only just rediscovered it, I hope you enjoy it. JY x
Jack May 2018
The girl he wanted with such desire,
Now passion burns like a blazing fire,
Starved lips reach her gentle face,
On her tiptoes and I’ve found my place,
A distinct taste of cigarettes and wine,
Swallowed up by her, the ultimate crime,
As the dark surrounds our figures,
Silhouettes together our loving light flickers,
Delicate tongues marching on foreign turf,
Finally, the girl who shows me my worth,
The kiss i never wanted to end,
Ensnared within each other, my girlfriend.
i love you
Jack May 2018
He beheld her within his brown eyes,
A goddess on Earth in front of him she lies,
Blonde hair dancing over his black pillow,
A silent promise he’d never, again, feel so low,
Blue eyes staring back with wholesome love,
Now seeing an angel he’d never believed of.

In each other’s arms they lay all that day,
And in that moment it all went away,
One thought rang around his mending mind,
‘her’,
He looked up and whispered ‘please be my lover’.
Jack May 2018
Why do you smoke?
All your thoughts begin to choke
Your weak windpipe, delicate from pain,
And now you’re alone, hurting again.

Why are you smokin’?
Are you truly that broken?
So desperate to leave this place,
No one to have as a safe base.

Realising all the pain you cause,
in your head, sarcastic applause,
Recognising your life is a joke,
Is that why you choose to smoke?
Jack May 2018
So, I wrote a poem for you,
Because, like always, you were playing on my mind,
Refreshing as cold mornings, grass littered in dew,
You are always smiling and kind,

I spoke to a God I don’t believe in with tearful prayer,
Asking for you to love me, kiss me, play with my hair,
I know, to you, I haven’t been fair,
But I look at the space in my bed and just wish you were there.
i think i love you
Jack Apr 2018
Drink pressed against his sweating palm,
Cigarette cradled between two extended fingers,
Artic monkeys blasting out of a tiny speaker,
In his mind echoed screams of guilt,

Creature comforts from a world that doesn’t care if he’s sad,
A world that would rather he died just to make a profit,
Just a social security number on a screen,
Killing him slowly but he loves the peace,
His creature comforts.
Jack Apr 2018
Why do you cry?
Is all you think about really the urge to die?
Do you truly just want to let go and fly?
Have you honestly lost all hope to try?
When I look at you all I can do is sigh,

You’re useless, boy,
Thrown around by life like rag doll toy,
Why wont you get up and fight?
Use all of your strength and might,
Why wont you stand up, boy?
All things you love you destroy,
Self-destructive habits aren’t good you know?
Yet all this said you do it so,
Why do you cry, boy?
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