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Jack Jenkins Dec 2016
Welcome to America
Land of the Mirage

You probably thought we were free over here
Had all of our liberties and rights
But we're tied down and *****
Without ever fighting a fight
Corruption is rife
Hypocrisy is rife
Freedom is oppressed
Liberties are exchanged
For false security
And you'd better fall in line
Keep your mouth shut
If you really want to
Keep your life
Written 3 February 2016... obviously a Pre-election poem. Make America Great Again!
Jack Jenkins Dec 2016
This is my coffin
I dug the hole six feet deep
It's actually quite comfortable
Except soon I can't breathe

I laid down in it
Then nailed it shut with headless nails
Pulled the string to let the dirt bury me
Ignited a glow stick so I won't be in the dark

Except now I'm reconsidering
The life of the afterlife
I'm thinking I signed my death warrant
A little bit too hastily

So now I'm six feet under
Dying and wanting to live
Looks like I'm in need of a savior
But nobody knows where I am
Written 3 February 2016... schizophrenia...
Jack Jenkins Dec 2016
Your grace is good.
On my worst day I'm never beyond the reach of Your grace.
On my best day I'm never beyond the need of Your grace.
Forgive me, Abba.
Written 3 February 2016... God is greater than I.
Jack Jenkins Dec 2016
I lay here slain. My body is dead beneath me.
Ambushed from the front, hit with a poisonous dart... why did I not take the antidote?
I just sat down and let the poison slowly **** me.
Placed my left hand over my heart and passed.
Now, as a ghost, I see myself. Eyes are glazed over just as they always were.
I guess I'll just float around, or whatever ghosts do.
At least until I live again.
Written 2 February 2016
Jack Jenkins Dec 2016
This
    Desire
      Is
        Killing
          Me
         ­   But
              I'm
                Dead
                  Fulfilling
                    It.
Written 1 February 2016
Jack Jenkins Dec 2016
Holding the skull, trying to see the soul
But the sunken eyes, nothing they behold
This darkness in me it feels so cold
The darkness in me is starting to show

Yes, I'm a skeleton at heart
No flesh or organs in me
Stare into these eyes, you will see
The shadows I love, darkness pleases

Skull and crossbones
Poison and acid
Handle with care
I'm quite fatal
Written 1 February 2016
Jack Jenkins Dec 2016
Just a bit lonesome, tonight.
Wanting a little company, maybe.
Written 31 January 2016... what was I thinking with this poem?
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