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Jack Jenkins Jul 2017
I can run
                from
every monster in
my nightmares
                   But
I can't run from
       Me...
Jack Jenkins Nov 2016
What monster are you?
I'm like a werewolf every full moon.
I'm the best type of person everyday.
Someone you can admire and compliment.
Polite, kind, humble...
But every now and then I transform
Into a beast I cannot control.

Howling at the moon
Yearning for blood
Seeking prey to consume.

So be aware, as well as cautious
Lest you become my next meal.
Added 15 January 2016
Jack Jenkins Dec 2019
She danced on the rooftops with the moon to her back
Proud and shining on her elegant ballet
Whisps of fog entwined her shadowed figure
As she glided backwards with her final bourree, into the night
A secluded heart now followed her everglow light
//On love//

Bourree is that very quick tiptoe ballet move.
Jack Jenkins Dec 2016
Morn's light upon me
Sun's rays glowing slowly more
A new day thus born
Written 3 March 2016
Jack Jenkins Feb 2017
I believed I was immune, invincible;
  to the scorching heat of your surface.
  That I wouldn't be burned up or
  consumed by the fires you stoke.

I was not strong enough to endure
  and turned to crystallized glass
  and fell into your atmosphere,
  shattering into sparkles of dust.

I fell apart in your atmosphere,
  shattered like a comet across
  the scorched plains of your
  heart and soul.

& in the darkness of your being
  I look up to your skies and I
  see your Aurora Borealis &
  I know everything is okay...
//On her//
To be wounded by love is the sweetest pain I have ever known...
Jack Jenkins Nov 2016
I did love you
You just
Couldn't take a
Chance
//On her//
I don't think I've ever poured such heartbreak into such few words before...
Jack Jenkins Sep 2017
I write of broken
     t e e t h &
deep wounds
nobody can see
d a r k n e s s
     shadows
agony & pain
     it is my
m u s e
that I feast
     on
but I haven't
picked up the
             p e n
in a week
  because the
m u s e
is gone right now
   I feel
strangely
    *h a p p y
Surprisingly not a dark or depressing poem about a broken heart or a lost love. :)
Jack Jenkins Apr 2018
Feel the heavy the sharp
life that twists and turns
battered and bitter loss
unholy rage unfettered
takes without a given
heralded forever alone
with walls weeping
deep wounds in my spine
how does one continue
when the final page
was three chapters ago?
Jack Jenkins Jun 2017
I have a thousand and one
                       questions
yet my words break
              before they speak
they shatter
    but I am never made whole
even when I lay these
     words on the paper canvas
drawing
  captivating with a broken
                              heart

everything feels like its
       a fractal
invisible to the naked eye
               but still existing
       like heat from the sun
wind sailing through the air
it is a broken thing inside me
         this heart
this soul has seen too much
    but the show
                       must go on
I'm not entirely sure why I am still in this life, or why I continue to believe writing everything will stop the pain. I'm uncertain of many things anymore, and people tell me everything works for a purpose. But my faith is too wounded right now.
Jack Jenkins Dec 2016
You swallow up the light around you
And your shadows cover all beneath
The darkness within consumed your heart

But I fear you not
I see the beauty in your eyes
And I have no light you can steal

You are my Black Pearl
My secret and sacred treasure
I will always protect you
In the shadows of my wings
Written 10 February 2016... for my adopted little sister who I don't know where she is.
Jack Jenkins Jul 2016
I left my darkness wadded up in the corner,
but it didn't forget about me.
For a time I believed I was rid of it,
but just leaving it doesn't destroy it.

My darkness waited until the lighthouse grew dim
before making a timely assault against my heart.
If only I had left the lights on my vulnerability
would be nonexistent.

I once saw the world
through a ruby lens;
Remember my
Darkness.
Remember me
before I changed.
Remember...
Jack Jenkins Dec 2016
ᴺᵒᵗʰᶦᶰᵍ ᶦᶰ ᵗʰᶦˢ ʷᵒʳᶫᵈ ᶦˢ ᶦᶰᶜᵃᵖᵃᵇᶫᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵇᵉᶦᶰᵍ ᶠᶦˣᵉᵈ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵇᵉᵗᵗᵉʳ ᵗʰᵃᶰ ᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ⋅ ᴬ ᶜʰᵃᶰᶜᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ᵗʰᶦᶰᵍˢ ᵇᵉᵗᵗᵉʳ ᵃᵍᵃᶦᶰ⋅ ᵀʰᵃᵗ'ˢ ᵐʸ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐ⋅
Written by my friend (anonymous) 21 February 2016. Apologies for difficult font.
Jack Jenkins Dec 2016
Here I am faking my smile for you
Cracking jokes and causing laughs
I'm dying inside and you can't see
"Everything's okay" no it's not

I pasted on my signature cheerfulness
And wear a smile that nobody hates
I pour out care and love on you
All the while dying in my heart

Such a good mask I always wear
If you could only see the tears beneath
The salty poison running down
My face is shrouded in lies and shadow
Written 17 February 2016
Jack Jenkins Nov 2016
It's not the death of life that scares me.
It's that limbo between the two, where you just shuffle through the days of your life wasting any and every possibility your life can have.

I'm not suicidal, I just desire the finality of death over the agony of a living coma.
Written 24 December 2015
Jack Jenkins Dec 2016
Do you hear this heart thumping? Sounds normal, doesn't it?
Sounds like a healthy and steady heart. But there's death in it.
Sometimes too much blood pumps in it. It regurgitates back into itself, fills it with too much blood and it stresses to pump it all out in time. So if you're lucky, you might hear it do a big thump followed by rapid thumps. Then back to normal.
Normal... I thought it was normal until recently. Now I know it could be fatal and there's nothing I can do about it. It could enlarge my heart over time, or it could pop like a balloon. Or I can live to be a hundred; it's in God's hands.
It never hurts, but it does feel weird. Like one of those rubber toys filled with water, and you squeeze one end of it. Feels like that for only a second.
I'm okay with the possibility of dying. Just know if I do, I loved you all as much as I could. Don't cry for me.
Written 11 February 2016... shortly after learning I have heart murmurs.
Jack Jenkins Oct 2019
picture me as nothing more
                             than a
      deflated balloon
         clinging to the walls of your heart
//On her//
Jack Jenkins Dec 2016
Whistle silent,
Against the drapes,
Leave me alone,
Don't let go.

Soothing peace,
Upended by burdens,
Strong will,
Sliced by harm's way.

You are my peace,
You are my burden,
You are my strength,
You are my harm.

So whistle loud,
Against the window,
Don't let go,
Leave me alone.
Written 20 March 2016
Jack Jenkins Jan 2018
My eyes only focus
on my regrets of the past.

My fingers only touch
my scars that never heal.

My ears only hear
my own vitriol.

My words only mention
me, myself, and I.

Self-absorbed in pain.
Reposted due to glitches upload
Jack Jenkins Apr 2016
This drowsy heart is robbed of all love,
Stolen away in criminal fashion,
Put on the black market,
For a one night stand.
Jack Jenkins Dec 2016
Forget the rules
Follow the rules
Learn the wisdom between the two
And remember that sometimes I'm wrong

That's how I write
And honestly that's how I live
And love, for that matter.
Written 18 February 2016
Jack Jenkins Apr 2016
I had astounding potential
Such passion
Much drive
Deep conviction
But a habit to lie

I had great potential
Such love
Much care
Deep sympathy
But my character threadbare

I had some potential
A little valor
A little trust
Growing dishonor
Already too much of a goner

I have no potential
Such anger
Much pain
Deep wounds
Time to seal my tomb
Written January of 2016
Jack Jenkins Apr 2017
I'm losing my focus
so hard to concentrate
my mind is bouncing
like a rubber ball on
glass walls

Everything is weighing on me
like the fact it's been nearly
120 days since I last spoke
to the woman I love without
reservation

Or that I'm struggling
with my close friend
trying to mend the bridge
of the relationship is hard
when she never replies

Or the fact that my addiction
is spiraling out of control
burning me alive and yet
I can't bear to sleep with
a woman since my last

I'm losing sleep even faster
than the US debt is growing
no matter how exhausted i am
I wake up feeling drained
mostly dead

The worst thing about this is
I can't even commit suicide
because I'd rather ****** me
a little each day with the pain
because I hate myself
“I wanted to **** the me underneath. That fact haunted my days and nights. When you realize you hate yourself so much, when you realize that you cannot stand who you are, and this deep spite has been the motivation behind your behavior for many years, your brain can’t quite deal with it. It will try very hard to avoid that realization; it will try, in a last-ditch effort to keep your remaining parts alive, to remake the rest of you. This is, I believe, different from the suicidal wish of those who are in so much pain that death feels like relief, different from the suicide I would later attempt, trying to escape that pain. This is a wish to ****** yourself; the connotation of **** is too mild. This is a belief that you deserve slow torture, violent death.”
― Marya Hornbacher, Wasted: A Memoir of Anorexia and Bulimia
Jack Jenkins Nov 2016
When we lock the door, all alone,
Painting a masterpiece on the canvas
That is our bodies.
The bleeding hearts stop with the rhythms of one another, me inside you, we gasp for air.
A symphony of sweat and *** and pleasures upon pleasures, just until the sun dawns upon our tired skin.
For all the night we gave to each other, speaking not in words but in ecstasy and bite marks.
When the bed finally empties, we clothe ourselves and bar our hearts from the world.
Because only we understand our pain.
Only when we're together in bed do we heal.
Just insane ramblings from an insane man. Carry on.
Jack Jenkins Aug 2016
I know nothing of writing or the art of poetry. I just break myself in my hands and let my heart trickle through the cracks and onto the page.
//On writing//
This was the third poem I wrote. Christmas Eve 2015
Jack Jenkins Mar 2017
Lately I've been struggling to look Up
My faith is fracturing, not reflecting
I know God is just sharpening me up
To be the warrior that He's called me to be
In order to do that He's inflicting the pain
But I'm trying to handle it in a fleshly way

I'm trying to say I'm sorry for getting so consumed
By all this hurt that I don't know how to let go of
I'd rather hang onto it and then blame You
Take it out of Your hands and lose my way
Lord I don't know what to do anymore
I'm angry at You for all the things I do
I'm so sorry, I never meant to become this way
I hate the fact You died so I couldn't condemn myself

God, please don't ever take away the anger I have
I just pray You show me how to redirect it away from You and myself
I pray you don't take my pain away, but allow me to endure it
Give me the strength to crucify myself and the demons in my head
Please let me trust in You again, because I know there's no other than You.
Jack Jenkins Nov 2016
Here Lies Jack Jenkins
--------
He had great courage
He knew no fear
He made a misstep
And wound up here
Written 13 January 2016... pretty funny, eh?
Jack Jenkins Jun 2017
there's a poem I have written
that probably makes no sense
to anybody whom would read

it's simply the names of every
person who has made a change
of great influence in my lifetime

most people probably wouldn't
understand it at all, thinking that
it was just a list of random names

but it's the most precious poem I have
//On friends//
There's many people on here who are in this poem. I hope I have shown you that you mean so much to me, even if we haven't met.

I love you all. <3
Jack Jenkins Dec 2016
As long as you wear glasses with mirrored lenses on the inside, you will always be right in the eyes of the person you're talking to.
Written 1 March 2016
Jack Jenkins Nov 2016
Wish I didn't feel this way
But I never change
Written 10 January 2016
Jack Jenkins Dec 2016
An apple fell from a tree
As I tried to breathe
The color violet
Which I thought was brilliant
But it filled me with rabbits
Who wanted some porridge
From this refrigerator door
Which I meant to plant in my living room
So I could marry my little loving broom
Which was pink and red and dusty
Like a flowing dove in the sky
Flittering bright and high
Only we live to sleep
In bathtubs of clay
Which I'm okay
As they are deep
Written 18 February 2016... it's a gibberish poem, not meant to make sense.
Jack Jenkins Feb 2019
I see all these blank pages of my future and I tear them to shreds//
I only want to live in the pages of my past//
I only wanted it to last//
For her to last//
I don't wish it was different just that I had done things differently//
Maybe it'd end the same, but not knowing hurts//
Not trying hurts//
Somewhere I stopped trying to grow and only tried to control//
I was just a boy in a man's frame//
Yet I knew how to love her//
I still love her//
But she's gone like the ashes of a wildfire//
Alone I still sing of her//
Empty, echoing, loneliness//
It is my new peace//
//On her//
Hurt is a wonderful teacher in the school of hindsight. God I miss her.
Jack Jenkins Feb 2018
I look at you now
Yeah what I used to see
Is breaking me down
Why ain't you like you used to be?
Still beautiful as ever, yet I feel no unity
Usually, I just feel like you're using me
You're telling me you love me, yeah, from the lips of your mouth
But honestly, honesty isn't what I think's coming out
Seems the people you love the most, push you down, let you go
That's why I'm here to let you know, we lie to people just for show
You pretend you care, but really it don't bother you
Wonder if it will when I decide to say goodbye to you
I'm trying to fix it, what you think I'm trying to do?
You don't like my attitude, then wonder why I'm mad at you
I've had enough of it
My heart, you ain't touching it
You say you're in love with it
But really, you're crushing it
I don't hate you, I'm just trying to understand how you feel
There ain't no point of continuing this if it ain't even real
Reminds me of my former best friend. Dunno why I'm so moody about her lately.

Just posting it because I can relate.
Jack Jenkins Mar 2018
...I fell in love with my pain and I slept with my regrets
Happiness saw it happen, maybe that's why she up and left
Joy called me a cheater, said she ain't coming back
I've always had a problem with relationships
But that's what happens when you see the world through a broken lens...
Jack Jenkins Mar 2017
I'm so sorry I lost you
  I never meant to lose you
   I love you beyond measure
    Why haven't you come back?
I saw you from afar
  I didn't know if I should say
   Hello.... hello...
I'm so sorry...
please come back
I never knew how bad love could hurt until I lost someone who loved me back......... ****
Jack Jenkins Mar 2017
I hate counting the days off that you've been gone from my life. I don't have any more ways to say I miss you. There's no more ways for me to say I still love you.

I saw you on Xbox live the other day. First chance to talk to you since that we were torn apart by misunderstanding. I wanted to say so much more than hello, to say I still burn for you just like our first time.
But I was scared. I don't know if you miss me. I don't know if you need me the way I want you. The silence is agonizing and it's not getting any better, Queen.

I want to talk to you. I want to cuddle with you and kiss your forehead like I used to do every night. We'd stare in each other's eyes and we didn't even have to make love. We knew we were there for each other. We loved. We loved until it hurt and kept loving because... it was us.

I don't want to say goodbye to you. I'll keep marking the days with notches until you come back... I miss you.

You're my Sparkle of Gold. You're my Queen.
Do you not feel me bleeding out?
I didn't like how the first one came out. I was in too bad a place to effectively convey what I wanted to say. So, here's to v2...
Jack Jenkins Nov 2019
How heavy can a heart grow in one's chest,
When the weight is measured not in volume but in resigned grief?
//On depression//

Was starting to feel good and then this weekend just... weighed me down. For no reason.
Jack Jenkins Sep 2022
my heart no longer
wonders or wanders
but beats with a
serenity scorched
by chaos and
left alone

alone with my thoughts
pain but then
forgiveness
my thoughts
it is finished
peace in the storm
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
Jack Jenkins Jul 2019
... and when they find my body still and cold
i hope someone decides cry
but i fear they won't
i fear
they will simply see a man who lost
and perhaps they will wonder
at the peculiarity
of why someone would die
when they gave so much
loved so much
and failed every time
that despite his best
the only marker on his grave reads
"wasted potential"
so no one will grieve when
the back of my head disappears
in a red mist
that matches my love
crashing into the walls others built
one
    two
          three
i dont want to see morning
& every "i love you" was a lie
i cant swallow anymore
oh how many lies i gleefully swallowed
despite knowing
trust was already severed
and a dead end was the
upcoming feature film
of reality
**** it...
im done
//On defeat//
Jack Jenkins Dec 2019
Stop falling
you've been here before
you know it's not worth it
Do you never learn?
Jack Jenkins Nov 2016
In the aftermath of all our fights
All that's left is pain we can't hide
Nothing around to quench our wrath
So we maim our souls, to try and be right.

Never do we consider
That perhaps both of us are wrong
If we did we may discover
That our love could be lifelong.

So let's holster our guns
And hoist our white flags
So we can find peace with each other
For the sake of our sons.
Written 5 January 2016
Jack Jenkins Dec 2016
This heart is not for sale
It can only be given
But you wouldn't take it
Yet you had it stolen

Now I'm here without you
A gaping wound in my chest
You couldn't help but hurt me
Now you see I'm a mess

Actually you don't see because you're gone
You left me all alone with no heart
But I'm not going to break for you
I'm going to keep marching on

And you'll miss me
Written 4 February 2016... oh how time made me a liar...
Jack Jenkins Jul 2022
flickering, a spark, and smoke in my nose
lighter on and off, thoughts oppose
leaning
then flailing
then realizing
ive been standing
maybe not strongly
but still standing
and the steps keep growing
lighter on
lighter off
and my face still glows
Jack Jenkins May 2016
Here I go,
Trying to write about you again,
And my heart starts hurting,
Tears collect in the corners of my eyes,
And yet,
Nothing
Nothing
Nothing,

From unending pages in my heart,
Nothing
Nothing
Nothing,

From my flaming soul,
Nothing
Nothing
Nothing,

Reaches the pages,
Forms words,
Gets written.

Everything I try to tell you,
Gets lost in translation,
Because it's only able to be experienced,
The language of love.
Another older poem of mine, I think from February of 2016.
Jack Jenkins Dec 2016
Feeling helpless like,
A spiraling canoe,
Freefalling down,
A giant waterfall.
Written 30 March 2016
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...
Jack Jenkins Dec 2016
I will make you watch the fire you started destroy everything I hold dear. And then I will make you look me in the eyes and see what you truly destroyed.

Eyes are the window to the soul
And you just broke this soul
So now I'm going to bury you
Six feet under!

I'm not giving up
I'm not giving in
I'm not letting go
I'm not breaking!
Written 28 January 2016
Jack Jenkins Apr 2017
We talked for the first time
in forever it seemed.
Actually talked, I mean.

I forgot how nice it was to
trust you with me.
See I lost my way with you.

We're just two battered souls
trying to scrape by.
Come fly with me, girl.
Had a talk with one of my most valued friends. We talk almost daily, but it was like last night we actually did talk for the first time in forever.
Jack Jenkins Apr 2017
body of nature
mind of the cosmos above
spirit of the sky
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