Jay M

Jay M Aug 2019

Weary with sleep
No longer yours to keep
In that night,
It takes flight
Moving undetected
An itching to be dissected.

A butterfly;
What more is there to it?
It goes through a grand
Metamorphosis
From caterpillar to a chrysalis
Chrysalis to butterfly
Then it mates
Lays eggs
And dies.

A human, on the other hand;
A spiders web of complexity.
It is born
It grows for years
Quickly learning
Speaking, crawling, walking,
Eventually going off to learn more
A few hours a day
Carefree, naive,
So blind to reality
That one day
It will mature
It might mate
It will have stopped growing and learning
Stuck as it is
Then slowly deteriorating
Withering away
Until one day
It dies.

Like millions before it.
It is insignificant
Unmemorable
Soon forgotten.

Why?
Because that is reality
You live, you die, & everything goes on.
In 100 years, it is but a skeleton
Just bones; mass
No brain, therefore no consciousness
Only black.

Unless it made a difference.
A change to the world.
Then it is still remembered.
But still,
All is black.

- Jay M
August 15th, 2019

I just kinda....followed my train of thought.

#butterfly

Jay M Aug 2019

Contemplating

As I sit here,
Alone in my own thoughts,
I cannot help but wonder;
Am I ever truly alone?
No, I dare not say,
Alas, if I do not,
I fear my heart may explode,
Shattering me into a million pieces,
As my soul cries out in bewailment.

- Jay M
September 6th, 2018

A little older, but here it is.

#contemplating

Jay M Aug 2019

Old Bit Poems

1

Thoughts, dreams;
All seem so real
Yet reality
Seems false

- Jay M
May 6th, 2019

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#2

Forced down
So deep
Far beneath the surface
Writhing in agony

Days dragged out
Made eternities
Stretching my torture
Far beyond the breaking point.

- Jay M
May 6th, 2019

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#3

Failure;
We don't deserve happiness
Not a drop
Not an atomic second

Reminded;
What you love most
What you raised
Will go
If you don't stop fighting.

- Jay M
May 6th, 2019

I just found these in a journal of mine from last school year, and thought I'd type them out.

#bitpoems

Jay M Aug 2019

Emotions

Melodies of sorrow
Whispers from below
The deepest prison cell
Invisible, and so is its prisoner

Marking off the times
That nobody knows
I can't help it slow
It festers beneath my skin
Burning within
Hotter than a flame,
Boiling like magma
My plasma

Coursing through my veins,
Unstoppable, irreversible,
Taking control
These emotions
Bring on oceans
Just going through the motions
Watching it all go by
Leave me behind.

- Jay M
August 3rd, 2019

#emotions

Jay M Aug 2019

Two-Face

When you are alone,
With me by your side,
You talk and you talk,
Making me believe
That
This person is sweet,
But they're cold,
Spilling innards behind closed doors,
Yet
When they open,
People walk in,
I'm a rag-doll,
You throw me around,
Terrorizing me, I dare say,
A slap to the face
From Two-Face

What am I to you?
A tool - that's obvious,
But I thought we were friends,
Well,
How naive am I?
I'm an ear,
I'm an easy trusting fool,
Always a tool,
How cruel..

When I try,
You shoot me down,
I'm the idiot,
You're the mastermind,
So I wouldn't mind
When I'm put in my place,
By Two-Face..

We're so close,
So there's no running away
From your fists,
Or your words,
No escape,
But then again,
There never was.

- Jay M
August 3rd, 2019

#twoface

Jay M Aug 2019

The Coming Day

An event in the present,
Disguised as the past,
Laughter fills the air,
Dancing court members,
Flowers here and there,
Chalices raised,
Memories shared,
And a child becomes a woman.

A fawn, prancing about,
A skirt spinning to and fro,
Following with each cloven step,
Small horns upon her head,
Decorated with flowers,
Blues, silvers,
Greens and reds,
Purples and browns,
All colors can be seen,
In this land of magic.

A doll, given to a daughter,
Then tossed to the young,
Whom have yet to reach the special age,
The transitional age,
Of 15.

Alas, this day has not come to pass,
There is much to prepare for,
Stress, anxiety,
Oh, what would the people say?

"Hush",
My mother tells me,
"It's for you, not them",
"You decide, and don't care what they think."

Even so,
I fear the day,
Approaching so swiftly,
Unavoidable,
Pulling me towards it with each passing second,
Tick, tick, ticking away,
Growing closer,
To the day of my Quinceñera..

- Jay M
August 10th, 2019

I'm so stressed, and scared for it! I need to go work on it, anyway...

#quince

Jay M Aug 2019

Bit #3 - Call

Silent
For seemingly an eternity
Saying nothing
Not a single sign of life

Then
Out of the blue
Comes the call
Announcing life still lingers
In this barren land

- Jay M
August 2nd, 2019

#bit3 #call