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Jowlough Apr 2019
Tell me all the things you want to see
Give me spectacles and mere advices
I will listen and I’ll believe
But never, forever

I will stay for as long as you wish
I’ll provide whatever you have missed
I will listen and I’ll believe
But never, forever

Tell me stories about your life
I will force my self with empathy
I will listen and I’ll believe
But never, forever.

I’m the perfect man but you can’t see
I would waste my gas for that long trips
I’ll pencil myself until you’re free
But never, forever

Enticing insights from A to Z
Well everything’s about your fantasies
I am all in, without a doubt
But never, forever.

I’m as old as what your mind can tell
You’re a demon hiding in your shell
Contemplate me more about yourself
But never, forever.
Jowlough Mar 2019
I don’t think I need anybody anymore
Whatever the consequences
The locks are fine whoever is outside my doors.
I’ve crossed the rivers now and I’ve seen it all,
I know what I wanted
This is my direction and the shots I call.
Today I will turn on the safety
I’ve missed this feeling called “hiding”
Tonight I have capped it off,
I don’t trust anyone’s image portraying.
I’m tired of hearing hearsay
I am glad getting off the grid
Well that’s what she said
As I watch her die and bleed.
Jowlough Mar 2019
I can still remember
When availability light was faked
You got all your stories
While browsing the lake

Of photos and images
Never a minute you’ve never checked
Advisory pills scheduled
Daily you cannot take

You’ve never put a single
Cent of appreciation you receive
All you were was a blind shamman
All he have to do is leave.

The misfits were the scene
The scene of the misunderstood
It’s where you’ve invested time
It’s where you depend your mood

And all he have to do is leave,
That kid who blew you away
What more can I say
You’ve earned all the prices to pay

And all he have to do is leave
The impression was saved to your brain
Despite of the ill advised belief
You took all the pain.

And all he have to do is leave,
After all the time spent and given
He’d took the easy way out
And odds aren’t just even

Eleven, all I see was tears
From undeserving creature, deceived
You had your time being fooled
And all he have to do is leave.
Jowlough Mar 2019
There’s a certain
Chemical reaction
Triggering inside
My brain, sensation
Intimate Relations
Missions and emotions
Fluttering square noises
Synthesizing signals
Massive sensation
Every word processed
I listen and observe
Through the questionable
Glasses, braces
Conscious awareness
That permeates
Conclusion
That feelings flickers
Fluctuates and lingers
In my head
As the heart falters
To the grandiose
Your Appearance,
I ought to snub
But I fail, miserably.
To that approach
Your mantra
I ought to oversee
But I do the opposite
Purposely.
Jowlough Mar 2019
Would you like to see me
Singing you about stars and magic
Tragic, whimpering haptics
Tricks and tips, kissing lips
Love-handles your hips
Trips, and malt brewed sips
Equips, my amygdala hits
Hots to every bits
You were lit.
Would you like to see me,
sit and chew my teeth
Working hard and grit
With jitters of ideas I rip,
When the heavens sent a gift
My spirits uplift
Shift, my tensions creep
Like a drug it whips
Shivers my wit
Writing poems I keep
Yes, we’re both sick
Pouted lip like a bird beak
Eyebrows on fleek
Wrists on flick
On one two bleeps
You’re personality clicks
The signals are weak
Then his phone beeps.
Now take a sneak peek.
Jowlough Mar 2019
Disbeliefs on dogmas
We ride south to pretend,
De-bliss your assumptions
On the ladders we ascend,
Climbing and huffing
We puff our lungs out,
Soldering the bonds
Through malts and stout.
Losing awareness
Baiting but not biting
Whimpers of warm wind
Shivers our feelings
Meeting on outskirts
Trusting guts and instincts
Wavering the solidarity
Of rights and critics
Hovering towards luck
On things we avoid
On things we never spoke of
Illegal and unspoken
Unclear and jokingly rotten
Candid thoughts
You ought to forget
Split second
When eyes are wet
Caressing my mind
As you are all set,
Future scoping
Towards my own death.
Jowlough Mar 2019
I am the process;
The traversing of mountains
In threadlike loopholes
And narrow passages
Of patient waitings
And trembling muses;
Stronger and sturdier
Than the age old woodwork,
Patient like hachiko
Emptiness was never
A strange phenomenon
That should be pondered
Wandered, instead conquered
Purposely testing
Water depth mocking
The norms and the usuals
People are unusual
Strange as it may be
Talkish boy you come and see
Coastal air and hot tea
Staples of synthwave
Let me be.
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