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Jack Jenkins Jan 2017
People say that I'm a good poet, that the poetry I write is beautiful... Really the best poems are never read because I never write them.
Sometimes you can see a glimpse of them in the way I kiss.
Sometimes you can see a glimpse of them in the way I cry.
But they're never going to be put onto paper with a pen.
My love and my pain are truly too great for words.
Jack Jenkins Jan 2017
You are the one I'm talking about,
   When my words aren't there anymore.
Where the memories are bound to my heart,
   You gave my heart reasons to live.

My dear friend, I am only a skeleton,
   Stripped to bones by life's winds.
If you could feel my emptiness, death,
   So long ago, I was alive with you.

The raindrops fall in this desert,
   How I fell for you.
Reminders, remains, tell me all your secrets,
   Where is your heart, love?

The force behind my words, the reasons I write,
   Every letter a drop of our blood.
Sand falls out my mouth, you move on,
   *But did you know you were the one?
I have no heart left anymore. Just a bruised piece of flesh...        https://youtu.be/QUfs1R864Xk
  Jan 2017 Jack Jenkins
Keah Jones
So by now have you figured out that behind every word I write is your name?
Jack Jenkins Jan 2017
Though I have lost you from my life,
  You dwell forever in my heart;
Scars borne from being torn away,
  I shall wear as a badge of honor;
An unjust separation, too quick and harsh,
  Cut to my core, separated heart from flesh.

You were so much more than friendship and lust;
  You were true love, true love, oh you are true love!
You are my friend, you dwell in my thoughts;
  You are my love, you dwell in my heart.

I will endure for you these hardships.
Love torn away is far worse than love unrequited. I have suffered both in my lifetime.
  Jan 2017 Jack Jenkins
Katrid Cornell
The New Year.
Some say it's a fresh start, others pat themselves on the back for
another year down, even though they probably don't deserve the acknowledgement. Some use it as an excuse, to get high, drunk, and all the things that follow so.

I see another year closer.

Another year I've waited to leave this town with its overly feigned cookie cuter houses and plastic people, if you can even call them people at all.
Another year closer to the year I can stop pretending. Another year closer.

Another year so much nearer to showing what black and white can really do, to all the little lights and yellow flowers and raindrops and white canvas.

So much closer. But I'll start here.

Hello, Poetry.
It's nice to see you again.
Jack Jenkins Jan 2017
A solemn black sun enshrouds these lands
Darkness seeks my spirit
Oh echoes of this darkness haunt
Jack Jenkins Jan 2017
The bitter taste of losing you
   I'd rather lose everyone else
I miss you every day
   Think of you every day
Please come back to me
   Please come home
Yes, I love you...
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