Dark is the night, by the light of day

Harsh are the words, which some people say

Grievous the malaise, which we often feel

Deep are the wounds, of a hurt that won’t heal

Lasting the wrong, to whom it is done

Fleeting the moment, when praises are won

Tragic the loss, of someone we love

Empty the feeling, when they are thought of
WIZDUMBs BY JA 619

Words can be silenced
Only for a lifetime
But my words will live on,
And my ghost won't be gone
Until night til the dawn,
My poetry will spill
Like ripened wine.
I'm everlasting
To everlasting.
My body may be passing
But my eternity is forever,
Like a perennial rosebud
My locution hangs with the
Good that's to come,
And hushed I shall not be.

Are you brave enough?
Are you afraid to be afraid of fear,
can you squint your eyes in the darkness,
face the Devil in his chambers?
Fighting him to win?

Then can you search for me?
Can you come take me,
grab me from his hands,
break the long fingernails
that's formed a cage I'm locked in?

(It's a nice place,
the valley of hell,
realms of the dead,
Deep in the core of shadows,
It's a nice place.) ….. murmurs

Can you come?
Free me,
fix me,
hold me together until I'm whole again
Yet undone in your arms?

(I sing him lullabies
Though he doesn't go to sleep,
it's for him to easily devour me.)

Before I wake to nothingness
Can you come save me?

Remember that the most miserable man in the world smiles and tells everyone he's okay.

I'm just an idiot in love,
A hopeless romantic,
Seeking and hoping,
But never actually expecting.

Why is it so common,
in social media,
in movies,
in shows,
in gossip that circles students' minds,
that the act of cheating is so frequent?
Why can't people stay loyal anymore?
Why do I have to fear the idea of some girl
making you feel the way we felt
at the beginning of this?
Why doesn't "I love you"
actually mean "I love you"?
Why does it sometimes mean
I like you
but in the moments that I don't
in the midst of arguments and raised voices
I like someone else too.

when words become flat,
their definitions frail or forgotten

they blur and mingle with each other,
like a cluster of long-legged spiders making love

no longer a block of text to be interpreted or understood,
but an illustration triggering loose and fleeting thoughts

thoughts uncoordinated and fatuous,
but there they are