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Joliver Dec 2015
I've only ever felt truly happy in my dreams
Happiness in the real world
Is fleeting usually
And doesn't stick around
Joy
Joy is that feeling of content
That state of utter bliss
That never ending happiness
True joy, I have yet to experience
It all started with a dream...
Joliver Nov 2015
The thoughts flow freely
From my mind
To my pen
The ink gracefully sprawling over the page
As my own private little monologue takes form
The kind of things
I could never speak out loud
A forest of secrets
In the form of green ink
Where I
The king of my solitary kingdom
Wander its paths
Twisting and turning
Deeper into the labyrinth
Of my mind
From my notebook, to the internet. My how far these words have come.
Joliver Nov 2015
If I were to see you
For the first time again
Would I once again
Be struck with your beauty?
Dazed in a confusion
Of how something
So divine
Could exist on this earth
If we were to meet once more
Would I fall in love
All over again?
Joliver Nov 2015
I am a hapless lad
Fortunate of the "un" kind
What kind of world do we live in
That I would be in this state
From dawn, 'til dusk
Where is my joy?
I'm not a liar
But I never tell the truth
I just elect
To stay silent
I wonder
I wander
I don't know what I want
Or where I'm going
Or even what I'm thinking, often times
Would this be considered living?
I'm just going through the motions
I am alive, in the technical term
But is this really a life?
Every day feels the same
I've become numb
The days, weeks, months
Blended together in a rainbow of grey
What is the purpose, if not to enjoy
To bring joy
It's hard to be thankful for each day
When I can't tell the difference between this and the last
I am a product of society
Of the system
The school is all about the short term memory
I don't learn anymore
Why?
Am I just ungrateful?
Or am I one of the few
Who isn't comfortable with this monotony
Not blind to the plight of man
Or am I just a hapless, hopeless young man
Playing the part of a poet?
  Nov 2015 Joliver
Love
I guess I won that stupid fight of "I love you more."
  Nov 2015 Joliver
Juan Manuel Romero
I want truth
I want love
I want passion
I want loyalty
I want a relationship.
I want to wake up every morning knowing the woman I'm with loves me with her heart and soul.
I want to live a life where no secrets or strings attached.
I want to feel secure knowing the woman of my dreams is mine till the end of time.
I want to be her knight in shining armor  
As I give her everything her heart desires.
Maybe I'm doing to much?
Maybe I'm crossing the line?
Maybe I'm just a hopeless romantic that can't help but be everything  to do anything for that special girl..
Man.. why does love gotta make your heart go on a rollercoaster
Joliver Nov 2015
I'm waiting for inspiration
And I'm left wanting
Wanting my writing to be well thought out
And pleasant to read and hear
Even if the subject itself is not
But I hate to wait
It takes too long
I want to create poetry
But my creativity can't keep up with the demand of my twitching fingers
The want, the need
To create something
But not knowing what that something is
It's infuriating to say the least
So I rush
I put out unfinished, not well thought out pieces
In order to satiate that itch
I swear I'm not a boring person
I just tend to feel the same things
Over, and over
So all my poems start to sound the same
Monotonous, restating old ideas
Because I don't think about it
Or I think too much
I try too hard
To sound different
Unique
But that's not who I am
I'm just a boy
Who happens to fall in love too easily
And has a voice
But no clear message
Just some random thoughts I had as I was sitting in the hallways as a room chair for debate. Yayy, free time and collecting papers.
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