Jermon: Favorites

Oct 2018 Jermon

Sabika

I want to create a masterpiece,
become a masterpiece:
to live in mastered peace,
to die a master in peace.
For that I master peace,
and die piece by piece,
to become a master.

Peace

#masterpiece #peace

Oct 2018 Jermon

Hair

Oct 2018 Jermon

Anya

Hair

My policy
is typically
*******
in a pony tail
easy
efficient
out of my eyes
But sometimes...
it gets monotonous
and tied
to my more
introverted me
academic me

I've tried braids
brings me back to elementary
school
Several people called me
cute
Certainly,
I embody a twelve year old

I tried a headband
not bad
yet,
the fluffy strands
continue
to get in the water fountain
when I'm drinking

Hair out?
The first one I tried
free
but messy
Everywhere
in my eyes
The me,
that will roll down a grassy hill
just cause

So, which one is it
or something...more?
Is it
just hair?
Is it
linked to my identity?
I dunno
But maybe I'll
find
out
...
What is it to you?

#hair #braids #styles #free #introverted #identity

Oct 2018 Jermon

Melodrama

Oct 2018 Jermon

Morgan Mercury

Melodrama

Where is the inspiration that I once possessed?
Where is the love that once sprouted from my fingertips?
Where are all the flowers that once grew around my feet,
with each step I took?

It seems as though
lately I've abandoned my gardens,
and left all the flowers to wilt and turn to dust.
The lives that I once cared for,
are now all scattered around the ground.

My spring light is somewhere lost in this winter cold,
and this winter has been going on for too long.
My body is numb from the breeze the December nights send me.
I once rose with the early sun in the morning,
but now I find my self serenading the moon each night.
Hoping maybe she will understand all my pain and issues.

These nights are graceless.
These nights are long.
These nights have me lost,
walking and searching for the sun.
Always ending up in places
that are just too dark.

Where is the sun that once loved me like a child?
Will I ever end up in a perfect place?
Am I just crying them to the moon?
Will this all be over soon?

my 2017 summer mood

#sad #dramatic #moon #upset #issues #garden #flower #dark #cold #melodrama

Oct 2018 Jermon

Walk Spherical, Deep Breaths

Oct 2018 Jermon

The Dedpoet

Walk Spherical, Deep Breaths

Walk as the circumstances
That surround me, run me;
I loosen the reins of my illusion,
And control is a word.

Where the river begins
A mountain captures,
It's cold up there
And though hope springs eternal
I will only be here for a while,

Breathe,
Deep Breaths,
And the universe will survive
Without me,
I reach still....

In the arena of hope
Willing to die in the moment's
arms,
In the commonwealth
Of the unreachable.

Oct 2018 Jermon

A soul we think we know

Oct 2018 Jermon

Marilyn Heavens

A soul we think we know

A silhouette in darkness
strolling through a street.
A lonely man, a lonely soul,
who wonders where he goes?
Heading home no doubt
or maybe he’s a lout.
Walking into mischief,
or just a ticket tout
No one could ever know
what lies within his brain?
Or is he just a guiltless man,
or someone gone insane.
Whatever he may be,
whoever he may be.
His world is just as normal
As he or she or thee.
He walks upon a crowded street
but lonely is his soul.
Passing by without a thought
a world he used to know.
But now that world has changed,
and he is so alone.
He walks beneath a blackness
of shadows from the past.
A past of joyful times,
a past of blissful kinds,
a past of smiles,
a past of tears,
but most of all a past of fears.
This lonely shadow heading home,
Innocent and free.
His work is done, its time for fun.
Gone from shadow into sun.
He walks across a crowded street
with one thing on his mind.
His wife, his strife his daily life
cuts through his soul just like a knife.
Now that's what this mans all about
he is no lout or ticket tout!
He’s just a soul we do not see
Or maybe just an entity

#man #lonely #strange #walking #darkness #innocent

Oct 2018 Jermon

I watched the news today

Oct 2018 Jermon

Marilyn Heavens

I watched the news today

I watched the news today,
I watch it every day
and every day It seems the same
painful terror without shame

As Mother nature makes her call
She devastates both one and all
She'll slice her way across the land
As father demon lends a hand
And seas rise up towards the shore
Where land becomes the ocean floor

I watched the news today...

War torn places on their knees,
The innocent no longer free
A starving child, he walks alone
across a stony path he'd roam
Searching for the freedom, a gift that he once knew
His mother dead, his father hurt his brother disappeared
This child alone keeps going, there’s nowhere he can go
He searches everywhere for someone he may know
But no one comes to ease his pain,
His search for freedom, all in vain

I watched the news today...

The starving child who walked alone
He walks alone no more
He’s found amid the war zone
crouched, cold and all alone
He stares into his fathers eyes
where pain and anguish clearly lyes
Hand in hand they walk together
father, brother, and memories of mother,
Along a stony path they roam,
towards the tiny shack called home

#news #war #child #father #hurt

Oct 2018 Jermon

I Will Survive

Oct 2018 Jermon

Manuel Hutchinson

I Will Survive

Throw everything at me,
My wings has been crushed from the hands of a dark horse
He held up my will
As His life brought up an unstoppable force
But throughout all pain and sacrifice,
I will survive,
I will survive.

Leave me without a home
Watch my faith
Make amends with my broken soul
I bow my head in hopes of seeing a brighter day
But smoke still circles the pathway.
Even though I scream to the sun
With weary dried eyes
I will survive,
I will survive.

You may stab me with your words
As you know, it is my worst enemy
My pain is discreet
Stand firm by what I believe
" Lord is my shepard, I shall not want! "
--What is evil ?
He does not know the remedy.
Disguise is incognito
Words do not match the book of my story.
You can mix, burn, or rip the pages up
BUT
I shall keep on writing..
I will survive,
I will survive.

Examine the road of my life
Can God hear my cries ?
Who knew envy could create dark filled nights,
I am like a trapped prisoner who only wants freedom for his rights..
Searching for my clipped wings
So I can one day fly again..
Until then, Write me down in history
As that lonely lost soul..
I will survive,
I will survive.

-©MH

#poetry #pain #story #inspiration #motivation #passion #survival #lovw

Oct 2018 Jermon

Opportunity

Oct 2018 Jermon

Sabika

Opportunity

Hands shake, my eyes gleam.
It's a clear step forward,
or so it seemed.

Every night spent restless,
dissatisfied,
now adding up to what's about to happen.

But what if my foot hits a rock and I stumble?
What if with this very step I sprain my ankle?
How do I even walk again? What if I tumble?

Doubt is progress' worse enemy,
procrastination is the fake friend,
imagination is the inspiration,
determination will determine the end.

My fate cries
and I can see time rising again
as I stare in awe
at the golden sun.

#opportunity #chance #doubt