You’re charming, witty, and brave
You’re enchanting, magnetic, and strong
Everyone you encounter is saved
As your soul sings them a sultry song

You are beautiful
But, no one need tell you so
For your scent is suitable
To everyone you know

You’re intellectually apt
To the struggles of the world
And you keenly adapt
To the torments that’ve twirled

You’re humor makes my heart hum
As brevity being the essence of endearment
Telling jokes that end in “ Pa-Dum ***!”
Makes me spit out my spear mint. (Non-Paid advertising)


You’re enchanted ethics and magnetic morals
Inspire a life that’s dutiful
While your charming wisdom and witty orals
Makes you, always beautiful

My chest swells,
filling with heavy emptiness.
Under this duress,
everything hurts.

Follow the sun,
little one.
Follow the sun
open your eyes,
rise. But
settle, too, nestle
in, rest.

The way she feels,
       her smell,
    touch  , taste,
        and how
   she  sounds  are
     all ingredients
               for
       the fix to my
          addiction.                                                                     Jon York   2019

i dread the day you learn
for the first time that
you can't just love all
the darkness in me away

and no matter how much
you care i will still toss
and turn at night and scars
might still appear on my skin

i dread the day you realize
that you can't cure me
and sometimes all you can do
is stand next to me and
hold my hand through fog
pouring out of my ears so black
and thick we can't even see
each other's faces

i dread the days i can't
get out of bed
the days you want to
take me out and all
i can manage is a prettified
shell of myself

i dread the day you learn
that sometimes no matter
how hard i try i still can't
pull myself together

the day you learn that
there isn't an answer
you can give that will
save me from my fears

you aren't the first person
who has tried to love the
darkness inside away
my family and friends
have given it their all
but someday you too will learn
that if love could
cure mental illness
the world would be
a much better place

It takes you to the past
forgetting the present

It makes you relive the happy moments
or creates repeated sad moments

It makes you wish everything was different
or you could turn back the hands of time

It makes you wail uncontrollably
or go completely mute

It makes you see life anew
and enjoy every moment all through

It’s grief and it’s different for me and you.