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Jack Jenkins Dec 2016
Can't carry a cross
Through sin's frosts
In this frozen hell
Under a crystal spell
Trying to stay alive
But I really need a revive
Because I'm taking a nose dive
And I can't contrive
Locked in this wretched maze
Under a demonic gaze
If only I could give You praise
I could see that You always
Amaze
Written 9 March 2016
Jack Jenkins Dec 2016
Can't fall asleep when you want,
Then drop off without a warning.

Push your closest friends away from you,
When you're trying to stay as close as possible.

Have a heart torn asunder,
Give up on your hopes.

All alone, abandoned and discarded,
Forgetting how poisonous I can be.
Written 9 March 2016... still just as poisonous
Jack Jenkins Dec 2016
Whistling softly
In the summer heat's sunshine
Happy walks down paths
Written 9 March 2016
Jack Jenkins Dec 2016
Chasing after you is like a merry-go-round ride...
You're always in front of me, close to me...
But I can never actually get you...

Yet I always get off and put another quarter in the **** thing...
So in the end...
You're not to blame...
Written 9 March 2016... the wheel keeps turning
Jack Jenkins Dec 2016
One red ball amidst all the silver *****,
A matte finish amidst all the metallic shimmerings,
One that is entirely and unmistakably different,
A unique and individual thing in a throng of unity.

One red cube in the midst of all the blue cubes,
Totally different than all of it's monotonous neighbors,
One who has no fitting in the lineup of sameness,
The red cube is wholly and entirely it's own master.

The red ball is someone who loves when nobody loves,
The red cube is someone who lives when nobody lives,
Are you going to be someone who loves?
Are you going to be someone who lives?
Written 8 March 2016... If our eyes only saw souls instead of bodies how very different our ideals of beauty would be.
Jack Jenkins Dec 2016
Just feeling so... so empty anymore
Trying to feel the fire that was in me
The wind gust and made my flame fickle
Rains fell and toppled me over an edge

I remember the brightness of my countenance
I recall the passion in my woozy heart
I still feel the fragrance of peace in my nose
I am an alien to my own soul

Sojourner
Stranger
Outsider
Intruder

A broken road before me
A broken self in my past
A fractured will in my mind
No reflection in my eye
Written 8 March 2016... the beginning of my current broken self...
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