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Jay M Aug 2019
Thump

                  Thump

                                 ­      Thump

                                                        Go­es the heartbeat

Drip
          Drop
                    
             ­            Drip
                                       Drop

                                                     Drip
 ­                                                              Drop
                                                            ­                 Goes the rain

All the while
                          I'm sitting
                                               I'm waiting
                                                         ­            For the right moment
                                                          ­                                                    To say
I         i    s          o
      m   s         y     u


- J      y
      a         M

August 24th, 2019
  Aug 2019 Jay M
Anastasia
her heart was filled with rocks
stones of many kinds
a heart so very heavy
she was running out of time
she needed his love
she needed it now
her heart was so heavy
it weighed her down
it hurt to walk
it hurt to breathe
she still had
things to see
she loved his eyes
and his lovely dark hair
whenever she saw him
she couldn't help but stare
her lips ached
they ached for him
a taste of his love
a taste of his skin
she was so weighed down
she knew she'd drown
in pretty blue eyes
and locks of dark brown
she couldn't help
but obsess over him
such little time
lights growing dim
i need you
he means too much to me
Jay M Aug 2019
Seated
Waiting
For what?
Who shall know?
For it is a great mystery;
Unknown to any
Unless you can see through those eyes
The eyes of murky times

Can you hear it?
The laughter
The screams
The footsteps
The heartbeats
The repetition
The chaos?

I can...
I see a child
So small and fragile
Sitting alone
Tucked away in a corner
Out of reach of the light
Kept in such solitude
It's surprising she knows what she does
Yet
She is still so dumb
Empty
And needing of someone to show her the way

"When,"
Asks the child,
"Did I become so naive?"

Over and over
Internally
Bashing a skull
It hurts
But it doesn't bleed
Doesn't bruise

Words overflowing
Like the waves of an ocean
In the midst of a tempest
Skies swirling
Thunder echoing
Lightning crashing down
The gusts of wind
Wailing

Yet
None can see this

Why?
None of it exists
Besides in the confines of her mind

Time and time again
Memories race about
Filling every available space
Overwhelming
Alas
It's nothing more than the usual tussle
The same as the day before
And all the previous

"When,"
Asks the child,
"Will this end?"

Never, it seems

Freak, tool, ******,
Idiot, r----d, monster,
Dumby, demon, mental,
Twig, weakling, wanna-be,
Try-hard, kiss-a--, f-ck-up,
Lazy, scatterbrain, broken,
Wrong, ugly, shortie,
Hideous, fragile, cutter,
Liar, cold, empty,
Failure, loser, creep,
Fool, b-tch, little sh-t,
Nobody, depressed, anxious,
Nervous, suicidal, painfully shy,
Lonely, miserable, void,
*****, undesirable, timid,
Unfix-able, mistake, loveless,
Worthless, clumsy, underweight,
Tiny, strange, always tired,
Emotionally drained, blank,
Dead inside, third wheel, out of place,
Annoying, pointless, purposeless,
Hated, thing, useless...

It all repeats...
Over and over
Nonstop
Continuously for years...

Is there a cure to this madness?
Such is unknown.

Medication after medication
Still
No significant change
No stopping it

Maybe for a moment
But soon it disappears
Fading away
From whence it came
To return soon
Unexpectedly...

- Jay M
August 22nd, 2019
Jay M Aug 2019
In the night
A yell
A cry from the elderly
A wailing
Piercing the calm
Alerting all

"No! Demon!"
She cried
"Deja me!"
She screams

Getting up, she is touched on her shoulder
Her granddaughters
Hope to sooth her
Then go back to bed
At last she is quiet
But only for a minute..

"Deja me demon!"
She cries
It's 4am still
Mom walks in
"Mamma, Mamma, Mamma..."
She soothes
Wakes the poor woman
Sighs of relief
Explanation
Then peaceful rest...

- Jay M
August 20th, 2019
My grandma is staying for the week, and had a nightmare last night. She woke everybody, and scared my siblings and I. She's okay now.
  Aug 2019 Jay M
Stained Glass
"....replays
                ......what the heart can't delete."
Jay M Aug 2019
Where can I go?
Where can I run?
Where the darkness can't find me?
It's closing in
It never hurt like this before
Drowning all else out
Drowning me out
I am under the surface
Locked away
Shackles holding me down...

I look up,
A glimpse of starlight,
Then the moon fills my eyes,
Encompassing my gaze,
And from these depths,
I am in awe,
For still,
I can still see beauty.

- Jay M
August 16th, 2019
Once more, I follow my train of thought.
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