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312 · Nov 2017
Off to bed
Jowlough Nov 2017
I'm not the kind of fool
Who goes first on fondues
Wreak havoc on travels
And get lost and bruised

And fight for anything
And anyone of feelings
I am the son of cold
And the grand child of vulgarity

Never the strong man
Nor the spiritual insane
Running my highway
In my own truck lane

Never ink blotted
By the time I felt I'd like to
Overdoing scatterings
Forcing pusses to pop lingerings

Cropped out from photographs
I am the eagle from the south
A day older from my mere shadow
Of dandies and slouch

I am the charmer of ghosts
In this fatigued jacket
Taking charge of bullets
Triggered from your guts

From your sub standards
Pulled from the gauntlet
Off your misfiring ammo
Crash dummied rocket

Murmurs and prophets
Fake gay dimples
Soft brushes
First class test crashes

In the middle of the zone
Blows my head
Leaves my lights on
Off to bed.
Crook
306 · Sep 2020
Carlo
Jowlough Sep 2020
I got a mechanism
Called coping
demons knocking
In the head
Slaughtered by alcohol
All alone
Suffering’s inevitable
This should be the note
In case someone asks
But for all I care
No one should
I am the way
The truth and the temp files
You can always empty
If it’s worth the while
Random access memories
Trying to be fun
Better of recoveries
Secondary free will sun
297 · Oct 2017
Flagenda
Jowlough Oct 2017
I am not the kind of fool
Who tells you stories of the herd
And draws the moon and stars

You've been far off the curve
And dehydrated on the shore
Flung out the usual norms.

Captivated truly
As my trivial senses got hooked
In your stable who's a custom soil
By the drenched aged farm

Inside the active land and seas
In which you came from
Abundant spills of beauty
In your smile and in your soul

By the name of the french lady
Who gave me cold teas
Under the waitress of the resto
Beside the town of the fleas

She gave me hope, another chance
Another dance in the opposite polars
We trance.

And she gave me things I look forward to, another dance inside the collared cage, we tranced.
295 · Jan 2018
Vacuum
Jowlough Jan 2018
The traction of the skids
squeaks into the floor
as your fake smile and kindness
approached me by the door

You said you deserved more
despite your unripe fruits
summoned demons
to climb the stairs for

Your self-centered tendencies
kills the amour for the day
you don't respect authority
it's about what you say

achievements are never just trophies
I almost puked about your hive
I hope I never see you again
please go home to your tribe

You see things revolving around you
as if you're the sun
you seek approval and attention
like a you're dying for one

The threshold for ******* cup
is few droplets from full
the good thing is that my tolerance
is insanely massively cool.

Cooler than your ex
I say ******* if not for obligations
or say humane way of things
catastrophic reasons
293 · Feb 2018
Anti Mob
Jowlough Feb 2018
Inviting Invitation's lurking
But I'm not showing up
It's very enticing
But I reserve my spot

I'm tired of playing normal
In the company you've dwelled,
Everyone is not interesting,
Only you I want, the rest is hell

People's man it is
They say from crowds I blew.
Except on all the events,
When you have your crew.

You are the lone reason
Why my cold body is in presence
I don't care about anyone
You're the only one that has essence

I'm tired of getting along
Just to get a fraction of you
I hope we'll go out
And it's just alone of us two

Don't bring your friends
For they're only be accesories
Hinders and barricades
And additional extra-carries

Let's set the pace
Don't you tell you want it too?
I want it one on one
Shall we make this thing true?
Old
288 · Sep 2019
Ideation
Jowlough Sep 2019
The spark that lights up
the inner tremblings
of my brainwaves
collapsing pride and guard
happenstance
gentle awakenings.
The future’s uncertain
but are there not any?
of all the people I’ve encountered
You’re the one I want to marry.
Or is it too soon to say
what life has to throw about
I don’t understand
maybe tomorrow’s
reprimand.
Maybe I am just contemplated
Just washed up
and not cemented?
The foundations
are all swept away
by the ideas we’ve created.
284 · Nov 2017
Childish wasabe
Jowlough Nov 2017
He doesn't know
He looks like a ******
To the masculine commune
Never the bro
Never a revolt
He will be slammed with a colt
In the near future
Acts like fifteen
Almost a ******* pristine
Scummy as it may be
A childish wasabe
276 · Apr 2018
Substance
Jowlough Apr 2018
This liquor held hostage in my hand
With no choice but to listen to me
Follow instructions and steps
Easy as one, two and three.

The cigar that burns my lungs
Listens to what's in my heart
Without hesitations
I am validated to the mark

The substance stays with me
Through ups and downs
Right on the spot
Relieves me from frown

Now you're asking me why
I should stop and think about
These vices kept me alive for years
Trusting my will without a doubt

Now you're telling me
That I'm a lonesome bloke
Broke and bleeding
But first let me drink this coke.
274 · Sep 2017
Unicob
Jowlough Sep 2017
Shed me a glance
through vices you won't
***** until you savor
gravity's at fork

Idle faced question
she's stuck and bare
opened mouth before
the flick of the hair
269 · Sep 2018
Trust issues.
Jowlough Sep 2018
The prudence of the acts
despise your inner motives
Cranks the rusty handles
of your inner steep core
throttles that bespoke
all the omnibuses of hope
ends with a single shyness stroke
ending the tempest
closing all the doors
burning the bridges
of unthankful and unhappy
total erasure of persona
granting peace at last
and I should have known
And be laid back careful
Whom I trusted last
******* cement cast
268 · Mar 2019
Studio work.
Jowlough Mar 2019
She’s the girl
That kept on fighting
Despite of the odds
And dimmer lightings

The one who has grown,
Hidden sadness
Behind the smiles
She is burdened.

She’s the girl who’s true
Hiding in plain sight
Shedding new light
When things are never right.

I know the temporary
And I don’t know what’s ahead
For I know I am an absorbing man
Then, off to bed.

I will never get tired
Of our looped talking.
Until you’ve bloomed into a flower
Then you will leave me hanging
258 · Dec 2019
Twenny Twenny
Jowlough Dec 2019
I haven’t reached the farthest goals
Of mastering the inner calmness
Inside the solitude of being alone
Makes my mind wander for more

I needed other trusted channels
More than any art form I can rely on
To free my mind from excruciating slavery
From my own thoughts that I roam.

When all others get their bacon
Nobody loves you when you’re alone
I am somebody’s option
But it doesn’t make sense at all.

New decade is up for living
And all that matters is those that doesn’t
When all your friends are there
As if it they were your friends at all.

And now you’re up to ending your own
As if the end game you got nothing at all?
I’ve given too much and I am tired
From rebuilding up this faulty walls.

This pain is lingering from the inside
I can’t grasp to anything at all cost.
Mediocre moves doesn’t matter
From the intensity that was all, lost.

What it is written I will leave it all here
For ****’s sake, Tina,
Is this the end of the noises
You’ve wanted all along.
255 · Apr 2019
Spectacle Spectator
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.
254 · Mar 2019
Happy ending.
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.
252 · Mar 2020
One track mind
Jowlough Mar 2020
The only thing keeping me
from killing myself these days
is the thought of falling into
Disappointments and setback traps,
dimensions, I’ve etched
In my small mind, as you watched me
Flicker my mistakes
With a sleigh of majestic hand,
Round and round towards
A looped circuitry of failures,
Missed opportunities and chances,
Enchanting offers I’ve withdrawn
Tearing myself apart, wasted,
All until, the precious time -
you’ve finally laid
Your beautiful eyes on mine
And now I realized
That there’s more to life
Than being a one track mind.
And there’s always a hope
If there’s some believing,
And it’s so much better
To have the same different kind.
244 · Feb 2020
My bad
Jowlough Feb 2020
I suppose
you are making
me guilty of things
of the jokes I'm saying
pretending
to be someone else
turning me off
purposely

I suppose
you are telling
me half baked information
agitation and frustrations
sending me false signals
to my brainwaves
you're altering

But guess what
you've been poked
by a six-inch needle
in the right eye
bleeding and crying
begging for life
in my mind
right now,
my bad.
241 · Feb 2018
Omega
Jowlough Feb 2018
When will you stop
Hiding in the bushes,
Of bannered hourglass
And deal breaker muses,
Of mysterious voyages
And undecoded patterns,
Drenched in your lips
Coated with wine;
Guarded in sublime.
When will you etch
Your lone marches,
Upbeat through spectrum
Of your impulse purchase;
Of the things you dream for
And the extravagant churches,
Of your complaints and pains,
Of your rigid achievements.
It's all mysteries
And twisted verses;
Of all the missed mid weeks
Of all the inside curses;
At the cohesiveness of stories
With all the vague bars
We are at the same range
Fighting different wars.
When will be the endings,
Of should be happy endings;
Of all the struggles and fake friends;
Lurking in your future wedding.
When is the moment,
The blooming of the fields
Your mornings and my night wields
Raising our shields
Improving our builds
With all these crates
We suppose to create
Is it too late
Or is worth the wait
For time's sake
Will you flake?
239 · Nov 2019
Immortal Being
Jowlough Nov 2019
Isn’t it the feels that never goes wrong
When you’ve put someone
Immortalized in a song

When every statue perishes
At each tick-tock of the seconds;
The song remains as-is, unblemished.

Isn’t it nicely done
When the words are all said
Like an open book, a spread in a bread.

Sweet belongings you can always own
and listen on a post-**** day
When you’re down and in frown.

Isn’t the one you needed
Was just the song, I am emphasizing
Hyperbolic statements that I am wrong

Isn’t it that I am wrong
To assume that feelings are just for rhymes
A word play to listen as you sip your wine

Isn’t it delusional
That I am feeling this feeling
A song is just a song, and love is just a feeling.
238 · Mar 2019
Imagine, Imaginations
Jowlough Mar 2019
I once had one
of the happiest nights
Recurring dreams
of justified universe
Fights I had
with my own mind
Getting the victor
In my own terms
Rigged the realities
Without harm
Imagining possibilities
Redefining norms
Of what could be
A dementia
And a spur of
honest moments
Demystifying hopes
And relations
Imagine, imaginations.
231 · Feb 2019
Tomorrowland
Jowlough Feb 2019
Free as a bird,
promises marked thy word.
Limitations are switched off,
bounds that were never heard.

If you would just focus,
lenses fixed on a one-shot mind.
I wish you have the decision,
truth can never be blind.

Evaded realities,
reluctant and hidden feelings.
brings joy to the horizon
of jittery nerve endings.

Options are in front of you,
choosing should be easy.
when you're a mere shadow,
past is not necessary.

Choose me if you will
As you've picked the real.
I don't want no sharing
unless you're not completely healed.
230 · Mar 2019
The Staple
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.
216 · Mar 2019
Sneak peeking
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.
215 · Mar 2019
Irrationalities
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.
212 · Jul 2019
Dualisms
Jowlough Jul 2019
The numerous number
Of slated slumbers
Stunningly stumped upon
The rightful rifles
Firing worst words
From toasted tongues
Of the shocked showman
Hazing Hazards
Towards towers
Of guilty guides
Of labyrinth laborers
Casting catastrophic
Negative negligence
Of wasteful washed
Mimicking minds
And sinking signals
Decrypting dead-eyes
And staring statue like
Dancing dark side
Gushing guts
Bow-tie bonafides.
207 · Mar 2019
FutureScope
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.
194 · Mar 2019
Misfit
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.
192 · Mar 2019
Slow hands
Jowlough Mar 2019
Transcended filters
Converted to humming and whispers
On a violet sunset kind of evening
All those bagged lifters

Indecisions you ought
Not to drop and decide
Not to hit the road
Less traveled and abide

You take the kinder approach
No shortcuts or take overs,
Patience in your ammunition
Never taking chances ever.

Doing the bad thing,
Is this the real life you’ve wanted
And you’re young enough to **** this ****
But old enough to take things for granted.
190 · Mar 2019
BB
Jowlough Mar 2019
BB
Baby you’re one of a kind
And I’ll be straightforward
I dreamt about your face
Last night in a courtyard

Free spirits in a haze
Dandelions in your main photo;
Harassing my inner faith
Like I won the lotto.

Like I’ve mastered my art
Like I’ve recovered from hardships;
I worship your beauty
Secretly in public.

Tallying zeroes and ones
Whether your heart is open?
I don’t know baby
But mine is even.

I’m so mushy
And I dont even realize
What you’ve done to me
Is making you immortalized

Through these rhymes
Stored in the servers
Oh god, let me be
A secretful lover.
Jowlough Feb 2019
You may not get it
And I don’t say it straight
That the eyes shows it
More than I can fake.
That the heart is pounded
With a heavy mallet
Like jabs thrown at the face
Without the gloves guarded.
Without the tears
Dripping cold on my fluffy face
Withered taste buds
on the raw sashimi’s taste.
Like a dagger triggered
Or a bullet to the head
When your lover and bestfriend
Announced they’re newlyweds.
Like I can say a thousand more
Adjectives and metaphors to tell,
How it cuts like a knife.
How it burns like hell.
Like the shading light
On the stage you take flight
Please don't talk to me
When you are high.
173 · Oct 2019
Fuck feelings
Jowlough Oct 2019
I am floating at 2 AM
Puffing smoke
It’s such a shame
I think about you
Despite the mumblings flock
Reserved towards home
So constant in my mind
Memories intertwined
No rhymes generated
Cracked membrane
Are we the same?
Or am I just that plain
No ***** given
Zero attention span living
In my mind I need to free up
Until next year I am keeping,
165 · Nov 2019
Spin Cycle
Jowlough Nov 2019
Spin Cycle

Verse 1:
The tragic tales of your past
which can’t be unheard of
You pick to close your eyes
instead of choosing your path

You never really gave a clue
on what you were thinking
Unspoken words are hidden
Deliberately

Chorus:
By the time my eyes met yours
You send me shivers down my core
I never caught the words to say
Stuck in a spinning cycle

Verse 2:
The blessed curse of the times
you picked to waste with me
are all built from the lies
as you’ve told all your friends

Never wasting anything
never needy
You go buy me a souvenir
when you get here.

Repeat chorus 2x

Stuck in a spinning cycle x4
154 · Feb 2019
Reluctant Doctor
Jowlough Feb 2019
You know I am no magician
Not that kind of fool;
Who sings you lullabies,
I don’t use the victim tool.

You make my day amazing
Like the sunset from manila bay,
When I am drowned with sickness
You shone bright I should say

I have the wonder serum,
Exclusive, To heal those wounds.
To seal and recover immensely.
Your precious stolen goods.

To delete random access memories
In your complex mind storages,
Citrus beverage you don’t finish
When you rest those tired hinges.

But when time passes quickly
And we’re cornered in the elbow room,
I must be restraint,
I’ve crossed the waters like a saint.

But before we heal,
I have to carefully check.
If you are willing to give up.
The things that made you sick.

— The End —