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  Nov 2015 JazzyJ
Charlie Chirico
None of this matters.
My words are stale.
An extended vocabulary is
as pointless as the pencil
this was written with.
My gift of gab may have
made women wet, just as
the ink smeared on my palm,
but dilated pupils do not
read between lines, they only
see yourself in yourself in
yourself. Then you blink.
You blink because an illusion
isn't a fabricated reality as
much as it is a cue from
your damaged brain that has
always reacted faster than
a mouth expelling empty words.
This goes for *** as well.
No matter how many times
you pull out, a disappearing act
doesn't wish away a pregnancy.
Only a pill the morning after can.
And only a ****** is as expendable
as the money left on a bed side table.
Or a mattress without sheets.
Not a man that walks away in
running shoes, not living up
to his full potential.
JazzyJ Nov 2015
Inside I'm crying
outside I'm smiling
no one notices
but its hard for me to control this
when you see me walk by
it doesn't look like it but I want to die
thoughts racing through my head
then comes the tears that I shed
how can I change
all the tears and rage
you say you understand
and all I need is a helping hand
that may be true
but first take a walk in my shoes
sadness, angers, and unbearable pain
you'll be taking a walk full of nothing but shame
as time moves slower
my self-esteem gets lower
am I nothing to this world
or am I just a worthless teenage girl?
JazzyJ Nov 2015
Loved ones are precious
I know this for a fact
And when you lose one
It's like an attack
I've lost some loved ones
To many different things
I hate losing loved ones
But it's a bell that has to ring
Loved ones are special
I have many I should know
But it just seems
I couldn't let them go
You try so hard
To hold on
But in one small second
Loved ones are gone
Sometimes at night
I pray for lost loved ones
Even though they won't come back
This poem is for them the loved ones
JazzyJ Nov 2015
I love the way you tell me that I'm beautiful,
and the way you make me laugh like no one else.
I love the way you move the hair away from my eyes,
and then kiss me on my face.
I love the way when you take me to the park
and put your hands around my waist
as we watch the sunset together and feel the ocean breeze.
I love the way you'd sing to me at random moments,
and look at me and smile.
I love the way you leave the smell of your cologne on my clothes after we hug
I love the way you would send me my favorite flowers
along with an " I LOVE YOU" card.
I love the way you speak your mind and tell me about your opinions.
I love the way you're not afraid to cry and show your feelings.
I love the way you call me in the middle of the day just to say " I LOVE YOU."
and say how much you miss me.
I love the way you tell your friends about me and smile when you do.
I love the way you whisper into my ear,
the way your voice sounds so close to me.
it feels like I'm dreaming.
I love the way you do all of these and the fact that you're not ashamed to do it.
I love the way you treat me,
and I'm glad to be yours...
  Nov 2015 JazzyJ
Dhaye Margaux
~~@~~

How many times I have to cry
this ocean of tears from my eyes?
How many times I have to smile
just to hide these heartbreaking lies?

Oh, beautiful tears from my eyes
come on, roll down in quietude
Beautiful drops like crystal clear
keep my weeping in solitude

Will there be beauty in yelling
letting them know that I'm broken?
I  want to keep my misery
a thousand words be unspoken

Beautiful tears, come hide with me
just stay behind my loudest laugh
Just let them know my victory
A perfect beam in your behalf.

~~@~~
Don't let your failure make any discouragement. Plant the seeds of hope.
JazzyJ Oct 2015
We thought of you with love today,
But that is nothing new.
We thought about you yesterday.
And days before that too.
We think of you in silence.
We often speak your name.
Now all we have is memories.
And your picture in a frame.
Your memory is our keepsake.
With which we'll never part.
God has you in his keeping.
We have you in our heart.
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