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  Dec 2016 Jack Jenkins
Marina Drab
I can't imagine anything
More painful than watching
The one you love
Love someone else
They way they should
Be loving you.
Jack Jenkins Dec 2016
Creative writing
In spring's early morning mists
Is a grand blessing
Written 18 March 2016... why are most of my haikus about the morning.
Jack Jenkins Dec 2016
What would you tell me if you knew the greatest gift you ever received, you didn't know I gave it?

What would you do if the greatest sacrifice I made for you went behind your back unnoticed?

You forgot that you told me that very important thing.

I never forgot it,
But I let it go,
So you can,
Be happy.

Maybe if you knew you'd be happier than if you didn't know.
I can't tell.
But it's not worth the price if I'm wrong.

It keeps me up late at night,
Knowing that you don't know;
You don't know what you said,
You don't know what I did for you.

Maybe one day you'll know.
There's already a letter to be opened,
Upon my death.
If I die before you,
You'll know.

And your heart will break.
Written 18 March 2016... turns out she didn't care... ****, that hurt.
Jack Jenkins Dec 2016
Screaming until I bleed,
Screaming until I lose hearing.

Bleeding until I die,
Bleeding until I stop this pain.

Dying so I won't hurt,
Dying didn't solve the problem.
Written 18 March 2016
Jack Jenkins Dec 2016
Just a stupid tribute to my favorite candy!*

So many wonderful colors,
Forty-eight different flavors,
It's my favorite candy treat,
A whole jar full of them,
Makes me smile like the sun,
Every piece is so tasty,
So many flavor explosions in my mouth!
Written 18 March 2016
Jack Jenkins Dec 2016
My heart's been broken too long,
I should let go of it.
Written 17 March 2016... so glad I held on...
Jack Jenkins Dec 2016
Sometimes I wish I wasn't so very sad,
Not that anyone ever knows I'm sad,
Because I'm a master of disguise,
Happiness I wear in perfection.

Sometimes I wish I had no heart,
Everyone says I have a big heart,
They don't know it's broken in so,
Many inconceivable ways.

There is no vice that can dull me anymore,
Believe me when I say I'm incapable of numbness.

My heart has been longing,
Like a thirsty man longs for,
A drop of water,
In desert heat.

But there is no quenching for my poor heart.
Every oasis turns to a mirage in time,
And water holes dry up revealing cracked clay.

Somewhere, buried in a mountain of sand and salt,
Is a heart that had so much love to give,
But died of thirst on his journey.
Written 17 March 2016
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