Saint Jimmy

Saint Jimmy Aug 2017

I'm living lies as a death sentence runaway.
A panicked decision to fake it cause I won't make it.

17, and a third of the way through my life.
17, with a list of lovers longer than my age

17, a fatal heart disease inherited from my father
17, with global connections in every continent

17, an increased risk of cancer from both parents
17, with a planned career for straight out of college

17, a hearing issue that slowly gets worse
17, with several classic cars in storage

17, with at most 40 years
17, with likely 30

17 and living lies as a death sentence runaway

Saint Jimmy Jun 2017

Lil' Devil

Lil' blonde she devil,
With eyes that steal the souls of a thousand men.

Lil' blonde she devil,
With a sweet embrace, through cowardice she was sent away with sadness on her face

Lil' blonde she devil,
Always crossing his mind, reminding him of mistakes made,

Lil' blonde she devil,
With an angels smile, now she's gone, and so is her smile

I ******* it up, it could've been great, I panicked and it fell apart, you have to appreciate the sheer cowardice from me, but if she ever does read this, all she needs to know is that she's still on my mind and in my heart

#romamce #regret

Saint Jimmy May 2017

Once upon a time

There was once a time when...
Many years ago, of course,
People wanted happy endings,
And fairy tales came true.

When the dashing prince,
Would vanquish the dragon,
And if you were a boy
You'd wish the prince was you

When the damsel in distress
Would go to the ball,
be back at midnight,
Waiting for her prince to call

Only now...
Midnight is not so late,
People thrive in the dead of night,
A ball became a rave,
The Prince, some mdma,
The damsel called Mary Jane

A fairy tale happy ending,
Is dream no more,
For all those who
Have loved and lost

And fallen for their sweet prince,
Or damsel in distress

Apr 2017

Carlyy

As I Wished..

What's going on in my head,
Is something I cannot explain
A lot of **** goes unsaid
bottled up and emits pain

I am the sparks leaving a fire
looking for a place I belong
Deep in the forest, I find my choir
I go to sleep, after a little song

Here I am, peaceful, as i wished

A little late night something

#rhyme #pain #peace #sparks #fire #within #head #feelings #emotions #truth

Apr 2017

Sam

Of all the people who have Worth...

Everyone is insignificant to someone.
Irrelevant, likewise.

There will always be someone - scratch that, there will always be people -
who don't care, about your life,
your well-being,
your existence.

Who don't give a ****.

But there will also always be some who does, one who truly cares.
Maybe they're your family.
Perhaps they're your friends.
Or you mightn't have ever met them.

Imagine all the possibilities, dream out all the outcomes.
Maybe there's no one there now,
but nothing lasts forever.
Maybe you'll encounter someone new.
Or maybe someone you know does care, and you just haven't noticed yet.

Because if there isn't -
if there's no one out there now, and there never ever will be -
Then there's no hope either, is there?
and if we don't have hope -
that someone, somewhere, thinks we have some kind of worth -
Then what is there left to have?

Saint Jimmy Apr 2017

Whispering sweet nothings

I'm a mess,
My heads not straight and I can barely think,
I'm barely alive just going through the motions.

I see you,
And you're gorgeous,
But shy,
Thick lidded eyes, Thick dark brown hair, dark enough to be black,
Heavily shaded eyes making you look dangerous,

It scares me,
I don't know how to feel,
Before you go,
I beg
"Can you whisper sweet nothings to me like no one has before"

Mar 2017

Alaska Young

Thin Line Between Madness and Insanity

Read between it.
No answer lies.
Not even a hint could survive.
Madness.
Hit the dead end.
Comfort yourself.
Pain is part of the game.
And you can never win.
Acceptance.
Not even acceptable.
Insanity.
I could wait.
Forever if you want.
Even I hate waiting.
Even if you don't come.
I'll still wait.
For the nth time.
Madness and insanity.
Both at once.
Because when it comes to you,
everything happens at once.
Like being danger and being saved.
Like my favorite almost and my biggest what if.
Like living and dying.
Like loving and hating.
And between those paradoxes,
is a thin line
A thin line that sets the limit.
A stop.
A big NO in my world of yeses.
A boundary in what I thought is a never ending madness.
A wake up call.
And the thin line tries so hard to limit my madness.
But it cannot contain my insanity.
It overflows.
Like diffusion.
So passive that it didn't require any aid to flow.
Like it destined to spill and divulge everything I hid.