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 Oct 28
Jack Harrell
If I'm an emotional train wreck,
would you be a first responder?

If I die and lay in rest,
would you love me any longer?

I question myself constantly
wondering what I could become.
Should I be more than this,
or finally will I say that I'm done.

I want to quit
I want to stop

But I can't

I have a debt to pay
and a price that will not drop

So I'll keep at it
Until someone want me shot, dead
someone other than me.
I seem to be the only who can see beyond the ******* and lies that I tell
to myself
Every day

You can do it.
Just keep going.
You got this

So like I said,

I'm an emotional train wreck,
but are you my first responder?
i liek trains
 Oct 2023
Jack Harrell
So you’re all grown up
You’ve made it this far
You’ve left the house now
You bought your own car

Your feet have gotten bigger
Big enough for your dads shoes
Your mind is strong enough to meddle
But your feet don’t even reach the pedal

You say you’re grown up now
But you continually act like a child
Giving up after a short time
I’ve never seen you smile

You can’t take the stress
This world has bent you
Out of shape you decompress
You’re completely torn in two

But that’s okay
It happens to us all
It’s a growing pain
It’s the wake up call
Ahahahha I remember exactly the context I wrote this in. I like to imagine that most of the people who would read this also have a locked collection of their own personal poems. Sort of a little journal of little sonnets and limericks that  aren’t meant to be shared. Anyway, this whole collection just comes from those. Those little shower thoughts that I take the time to jot down in my notes app.
 Jul 2020
Jack Harrell
My sunglasses twinkle
While they lay on your breast
I say “Go mingle”
You say “I’ll do my best”

We’ve been doing alright
We’re getting by
It’s been what, a week now?
Since either of us has cried

“Time to go” keys jingle
Crunching through the snow
It sounds like stale Pringles
“Why’d we have to go?”

“Why were we there at all?”
“I don’t know? Welfare call?”
“I just want to go to sleep”
“Our blankets run deep”

Keys jingle “Back. Finally.”
One slow upstairs trod

Above my door frame
A white board hangs on a rod

9 \ Days since last breakdown

“Scratch that”

Zero
I wrote this a while ago when I was a different person. May it bring you solace should you need it or a reflection upon your past self.
 Jul 2019
Jack Harrell
They say those
Who are afraid of heights
Aren’t afraid of the fall
But are scared they’ll jump

A leap of faith is all it takes
That’s all it took for me
To fall into the trap you made
I got stuck in your lemon tree

The fruit of the lemon
Is much too sweet
A whole lemon
Is quite a lot to eat

So sour it will purify your teeth

If my burdens be yellow
Then my teeth be white
My trouble they make me swallow
Until I blow out my light
 Jul 2019
Jack Harrell
Somethings I do
Just for me
Paint this picture under my tree
Pull out all my drawers to find one tee

Drive the hammer
to hit the nail
Swing my car  
to set sail

Hit cruise control from my chair
Stare off until I get a cramp
Lay in by bed and make basecamp
Randomly run my fingers through my hair

But that’s fine for me
It’s not all for you
Some parts are lies
Some are true

I can’t have everything I want
So I’ll imagine the rest
Even when I drift off
I’m never at my best

I’ve never fully realized my
Potential
Never completely fulfilled my
Aim

If life is a game
I
Forfeit and forgive
All
 Jul 2019
Jack Harrell
A jack of all trades
But a master of none
How many can I claim
Before I’m done?

Titular titles tumble from my tongue
Mumbling by mere menageries
Of often overlooked and occult occupations
Professional practices performed profusely

Waiting out the rain
Slumping through the pain
Perfecting nothing but aversion
New things tempt me like a ******
 Jul 2019
Jack Harrell
Big, sad eyes and heartless lies
Sitting alone she wants to cry
Making claims he wants to keep
Holding fast, we’re loosing sleep

We skate by time,
Were jumbled garbage
The Price of Love,
Is negative yardage

— The End —