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Oct 2016 · 549
What Is Going On With Me?
Jakob Walker Oct 2016
My mind is stuck between the everlasting feelings of admiration and the cold wonder of hesitation
What is going on with me?
The feelings that I used to trust so much have become nothing but mere suggestions and a hunch
What is going on with me?

It should just be so simple
To recognize and act on every symbol
But the fact is that it is not always so simple
And the feelings that once were my closest friend have become a stranger in a familiar place

I shouldn’t have to reintroduce myself to my feelings
What will I even say?
As I glaze up at the ceiling I sit and ponder
Will I ever come up with a solution for this worry and wonder

I run on heart alone
Because my brain deceives me
But as cracked and weathered as an old stone
My heart is beginning to be

I need to restore it
Give it new light
Bring it to a place where it can restore
And give it something to see

I need to turn this stone heart into a flourishing plant
Never to be killed because the light will never disappear
But that future doesn’t appear to be near
So for now I will just sit, waiting, wondering, over here.
Jan 2016 · 393
What We Learn
Jakob Walker Jan 2016
A friend I once thought to be true
Turned out to be unreliable and crude
Someone who provided a sense of false hope
But ended up taking me on a downhill slop

I guess I shouldn’t be surprised
Most people are taken on a ride
And we’re told a false right
When we’re losing what makes us bright

It’s part of life
It occurs every day until we see that final light
And some people will cover the windows and make you think it’s night
And they will make you believe they are right

Ultimately we are forced to find out who is a true friend
One who will be there until the end
Ones who will help our broken hearts mend
And be there, despite our disagreements, to hold our hands.
Jan 2016 · 1.2k
My Daredevil Moment
Jakob Walker Jan 2016
I am coming to the end of a road many have travelled upon
Hardly beginning to fathom the magnitude of what’s to come
It feels like I’m waking up at the brink of dawn
Unsure of the day which has yet to arrive.

The final semester of a twelve-year journey
I remember a time when I didn’t want to think of the future
But now with the future close enough to see
I realize that my confidence is not as pure

It’s easy to think of what you’re going to do when you graduate
Talking is easy
What about when it actually happens?
Most people like to talk about being a daredevil, but hardly ever do it.

Graduation is like my daredevil moment
It’s like I’m jumping out of a plane without a parachute
And I don’t know where I’m going to land or what I’m going to do when I land
And all I have to guide me is my head and my own two hands.

I’ve always had a plan in life
I’ve always known what I wanted to be
But why is it when the opportunity is in my face
That I am cowering under the idea?

Why is it that the boldness I once had
Has turned into fear?
Why is it that the person I wanted to be come
No longer feels achievable in my head?

Maybe I’m just in shock
Graduation is nearly here
All I can do now is watch the clock
As the time grows near.
Graduation is coming up and although it's exciting, I can't help but be slightly afraid of what's to come...
Apr 2015 · 316
The Broken Soul
Jakob Walker Apr 2015
A broken soul
As cold as coal
Someone's striking at the hull
The boat's beginning to stall.

Lost at sea
With nothing to see
Feeling all alone
Without any sense of hope.

No sense of comfort
Unsure of how to triumph
This growing cold
That afflicts this poor soul

But alas,
A ship comes at last
Filled with souls of the same past
They arrive in such a mass.

"We're here to help," they say
But the soul will not leave today
The soul is scared
Unwilling to give a chance fair.

"Don't be scared," they say.
"You're not alone," they say.
Do they know the pain?
Do they know the way?

Do they take the poor soul
Into a world unknown?
Do they trick the poor soul
To going to another ship alone?

"We will protect you," they say.
"We promise," they seem to know the way.
But seeming and knowing are two different things
Are they to be trusted?

They look like the souls who abandoned the poor soul before
But they act with sincerity
They are unbeknownst to the poor soul
Yet they come with a sort of protection.

"I'll come with you," the poor soul says.
"But I am scared."
"Do not fear," they reply.
"We are here."

As the poor soul grabs the accompanying hand
The sun begins to rise
"Maybe," she says,
"My world doesn't have to be so dark after all."
Mar 2015 · 414
The Ground
Jakob Walker Mar 2015
Forever we sit
Above an eternal pit
On a trembling floor
That one day will break in a fit

The floor is unstable
It comes with no label
It is simply known as “life”
And it’s too much to handle

At the point which it caves in
We begin to fall
I don’t know what will happen then
But I know that we can’t grab the wall.

Life has a way of surprising us
We think it’s stable and that’s when it’s the most weak
It crumbles when our happiness has reached a peak
Your balance you’re forced to keep.

So stand on this ground
Stand while you can
For when it finally collapses
You should not regret standing on your feet.
Mar 2015 · 665
Why Must We Wait?
Jakob Walker Mar 2015
Atlas is missing

The sky is falling

The world is crumbling

My heart is breaking



Rivers form from my eyes

Sniffles emanate from my nose

It won’t get better

Not much can help



A feeling unlike any previously experienced

How does one handle it?

When someone who you love dearly

Will soon be up above?



Someday I’ll be okay

But it is not this day

For now I lie in bed

And hate the waiting.
Mar 2015 · 452
Keep On Livin’
Jakob Walker Mar 2015
The world we live in
No matter what it continues to spin
Not enough time to wonder what could have been
If one has no time to live, what then?



We are on a thin line
Able to perish by even a small pine
Sometimes we like to feel divine
But we all reach an end to our time.



We must learn to cherish it
Not by laying back and taking a hit
Not by living your life like a skit
But by using your wit.



We are promised no second
We must live as if we have no second
Learn what we can
And not be reckless.



Enjoy life
It is the only one we have
It all can end so fast
Don’t let one dumb mistake be your last.
Mar 2015 · 332
His Name
Jakob Walker Mar 2015
At this time we cry
We cry right along with the sky
Why the sky cries, we don’t know why
But I think I know what it’s caused by.

He’s up there
Sad because he knows where
Watching over his loved ones
And friends lacking a bright sun

The clouds are grey
Nobody knows what to say
Nobody knows how to express in any way
But to lose a tear and forget about their day

His tears come in the form of rain
He sees our pain
The amount of response is insane
His fate has brought together a community

Those who are unfamiliar of his name
Still lower their head in the rain
Those who don’t know his name
Still run tears down their face

However, there is always light in the dark
While right now seems impossible
There has been some good to come out of it
Together a community has come, bonding and strong.

So let us all put our hands together
Cherish each other
Enjoy life
For at one second, it could all be gone.
Mar 2015 · 2.0k
Rest in Peace
Jakob Walker Mar 2015
The day is dark
The people with their heads down
The future has no spark
The circumstances cause a frown

We are promised no second
Spared no consequence
Anything can happen
And it could happen tomorrow

A friend who I hardly knew
Yet a friend still
Now rests in the clouds
Leaving his friends with their heads down

There’s not a lot someone can say
At least not today
We all have a lease,
And for him, rest in peace.
This was written for a friend I knew. He died on the night of Monday, March 9th. Rest in peace.
Mar 2015 · 530
The TV
Jakob Walker Mar 2015
The little boy lays on his side
By his TV he is hypnotized
No reason makes him want to rise
He wants to lay there and close his eyes

His life is hard
His body full of scars
The TV is blaring cars
While the boy's future seems as distant as Mars

The tele keeps him happy
The tele calms his mind
The tele keeps the demons away
For he knows no other way to make his day

As he inhales a new breath
He worries about the rest
How much he has left
His bed feeling much like a nest

As he closes his eyes
He thinks about tomorrow
In his bed he lies
Stuck in an inescapable sorrow.
Feb 2015 · 1.2k
Pure Fate
Jakob Walker Feb 2015
It's always pure fate
To find the one who will be your date
The one who is your soul mate
The one you could never hate

There are a lot of fakes
The ones who are always late
Ones who try to stipulate
And turn you into someone you hate.

When that one is found
Nobody needs to make a sound
It's just something obvious
Nothing needs to be discussed

Your heart skips
And your mind slips
Always thinking of another
More than their own mother

The one will make you feel
A little more than the real deal
Quickly they will help you heal
Together, both are like steel.

Together they resonate true love
High up on the wings of a white dove
Forever locked in an embracing hug
Never to be broken, regardless of challenge

So I say to you
The one who has my heart
My feelings for you are true
Easily expressed by an *"I love you"
Simple love poem for a special someone, thought I'd share it.
Feb 2015 · 1.3k
Pandora's Box
Jakob Walker Feb 2015
Swirling twirling
My life is whirling
My stomach is churning
And my head is spinning

I feel fantastic
The comprehension, nobody has it
My mood is somewhat lactic
Well, without the acid.

Nothing can deter my mood
Not even if, to me, one were rude.
I'd simply look at you
And say "calm down dude."

But alas
I know this feeling will not last
My happiness will not end fast
But like all good things, it will come to an end.

You see, there are demons out there
Nobody knows where
But they always show up
Leaving you like "what the chuck?"

But I'm ready
When they come, my voice shall be steady
My body may be shaking
But my will not breaking

These demons are always on the attack
When you think they're gone, they come back
They come so much I've lost track
And often with some distasteful hack.

But happiness and hope never go away
Like Pandora's Box, there's still hope to show
Everyone is a Pandora's Box
They just need to know.
This was mainly me trying to let out the demons and realize, they can't affect me. I was feeling stressed. Then I remembered, I also have a Pandora's Box. I still have hope.

By lactic, I was thinking most people are happy about milk. Milk has lactic acid, except acid is generally considered bad so I mentioned just lactic.

For those who haven't read Pandora's Box - http://ancienthistory.about.com/od/grecoromanmyth1/a/050410Pandora_and_her_box_or_pithos.htm
Feb 2015 · 413
Valentine's Day
Jakob Walker Feb 2015
Good things come to those who wait
That’s a lie because you’re not good, you’re great,
And I was all but lost for Valentine’s
Thinking I had no date

While my first impression was not the best
I promise it will be outdone by all my rest
And this opportunity I’ve dreamt about
Will become reality without any doubt

My words are not fabricated
I mean what I say
You are the reason for the beat of my heart
And my feelings for you have no clear start

My words are not fabricated
I mean what I say
You are the reason for the beat of my heart
And my feelings for you have no clear start

They are all inside of me
Wanting to come out
And all I need is one chance
For you to see that I can be your best.

I will not be hurt by a negative response
For you will always be in my heart
I’m not sure where our future will end
But I know where I want it to start

Will you be my Valentine?

"For you, I would give up my whole world for an eternity."
I wrote this mainly for fun. There's always a special someone out there and I think this is something that will be nice to read.
Feb 2015 · 1.3k
The Day
Jakob Walker Feb 2015
The day is near
The one where love overcomes fear
Where nobody is meant to shed a tear
But that's not for everybody this year

"Oh boy, Valentine's Day!"
All the kids seem to say.
Is it normal to be at home,
On a day where you're not supposed to be alone?

Is it normal to remain in a bed,
With no significant other in my head?
Is it normal to have my hand on a controller,
Rather than in someone's hand?

Valentine's Day is meant to be filled with love!
Everyone is meant to have a white dove
So why is it that I can barley find someone willing to give me a hug?
Well at this point, I'm better off just going for a tug.

Valentine's day isn't meant for everyone
And unfortunately I'm nobody's ***
So I'll just lay in my bed
My pillow becoming well acquainted with my head.

— The End —