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Brooklynn Nights Sep 2015
composition books and the first tastes of autumn
this pen is bringing forth feelings
i thought i'd forgotten
she's so small, and you can carry her in your pocket
i'm just lonely, depressed, and awkward,
but i can still turn on that song and smile
it hasn't made me cry in quite a long while
i've been meaning to text you or hug you
or something
reaching out so shallowly will only get you
nothing
Brooklynn Nights Sep 2015
i'm writing like i never do
haven't done it in months at this magnitude
just a simple little page or two
spilling out my love for you
i wish you could read this and everything else,
but i can't convince you it's for my own health
there's enough of my heart left
if you could only take it for yourself
you're busy being perfect
while i'm busy needing help
  Sep 2015 Brooklynn Nights
Jason
I want love-
Not the little love
That makes the
heart skip, and
The face blush.
I want to indulge in the Love
That ignites the Spirit

The love that fills all voids,
Heals all grievances,
And
has no boundaries,
No limits,
And
no preconceived notions.

I want the love
That is contagious by presence.
The love that
eradicates insecurities
And replaces them with ecstasy,
I want the kind of love
That sets people free.

I don't want the love
That beats around the bush.
I want the love that
bangs
down my door,
Sets my heart
a blaze,
And keeps
fueling
the fire.
The original works and writings of Jason Deegan.
All Rights Reserved. ©2015
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a day is long
and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station
when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.

Don't leave me, even for an hour, because
then the little drops of anguish will all run together,
the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift
into me, choking my lost heart.

Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach;
may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance.
Don't leave me for a second, my dearest,

because in that moment you'll have gone so far
I'll wander mazily over all the earth, asking,
Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?
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