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Jack Jenkins Sep 2019
it lingers
hovers
encircles me
this simple fear
in the twilight of my reflection
your face
your voice
not the same as my memory
im afraid
i have forgotten you
not your memories
but you
hold my breath in my lungs
to replicate your hugs
it's not the same
am i the one who changed?
i don't remember you as you are
but as you were to me
the painting on the walls
the halls of my loneliness
the emptiness of my heart
still love you always
still love you always
//On her//
Jack Jenkins Sep 2016
Your blood soaked hands contradict
   your peaceful words
Fields of clover and wheat fed by
   rivers of blood and guts
Seek the individuality you deserve
   Seek no poisoned wells
When your casket is lowered
   nobody remembers why...
Jack Jenkins Feb 2017
Why is it I see nothing but my death in front of me?
I promise you it's not dying that scares me so much.
What scares me is that I could die completely alone.

*That really ******* scares me...
Jack Jenkins Feb 2017
Some days
Jesus and coffee
Are all that keeps me
Going...
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 May 2019
scared to touch
these feelings
so I'll just watch them
float away
like a bubble
wonder about life
being alone
so used to it
but so uncomfortable
pity the mirror that reflects me
who wants to be scared
who wants to be alone
who makes the choice I made
to amputate your own heart
sometimes I still play make believe
except this time
my bed is a casket
not a pirate ship
and I won't have to get up
tomorrow morning
and face the same day
that was faced yesterday
and today
I'm worn to my bones
my bones worn to marrow
cannot stand anymore
so just sit on the floor
weak
weeping quietly
should I drink or should I ****
I hide both from the ones I love
until the feelings disappear
and let in the jealousy
that they get to float away
while I stay grounded
too scared to
let it all go
//On life//
im not sick with depression
im not sick with depression
im not sick with depression
im not sick with depression
im not sick with depression
Jack Jenkins Feb 2017
Raindrops on the window
A sigh from my faulty lungs
What a day this is
When you wake up feeling blue and grey
Jack Jenkins Jul 2016
I hold the last picture of you in my hand,
gently caressing my thumb across your face as if the glossy texture would give some extra warmth on this freezing night.

Your beauty is tantalizingly flawless; not just of your physical exterior, but also of your warming character that beholds exquisite charm.

I fell for you that one day at the fairgrounds where I failed to claim that fuzzy pink penguin for you. Somewhere between the cotton candy stand and the mirror house I got lost in the tranquility in your eyes
&
In a moment time itself stopped to witness the miracle of two racing hearts standing like statues for an eternity before I moved my lips to yours and we finally, for the first time, kissed.

The world began to move again, not that we cared or noticed, simply grinning as we held each others faces, locked in embrace...

That was the only time we had ever kissed and I know why.
But the arching of this dream across the years hasn't spent me yet; your reflection is etched into my heart deeper than any scar could ever hope to reach.
Jack Jenkins Jan 2017
I can see it now
Just over the horizon
Glorious meadows
Inspired by my recent trip to visit my grandmother in rural Washington.
Jack Jenkins Feb 2017
Oh, the sheep have fangs!
   They have buried them
   within my fickle flesh!

They tear and gnaw until
   I am, to the bone, broken.
Woe to me!
Jack Jenkins Feb 2017
There was never a Valentine's Day
I have hated more than this one.
Because I think of you, my friend
You're not here to share with me.

I had dreams of us riding into the sunset,
Until you disappeared, went dark on me...
Every Valentine's Day I'm totally alone... yay!
Jack Jenkins Nov 2019
I see my friends in new relationships, in bliss
I'm happy for them
I'm also a bit bitter if I'm being honest
And if I'm being honest I'm never really honest
It's a protection plan of mine like
the kind you get when you're at the checkout and the
cashier who's on her
second hour of overtime
says that for thirty extras dollars all your broken parts can be fixed
if you bring it back
There was an asterisk next to the plan
Terms and Conditions apply, please sign here
so when you bring it back with a shattered screen
they say they can't help you because you did it to yourself
And I've done this
thing
to myself
Over and over and over again
Waiting for the time it works
The right formula of time multiplied by distance divided by maturity
But the solution I come up with always equals zero no matter what numbers I move around it stays the same
I don't commit because I've committed too much before
I don't walk on those egg shells anymore
When I love there is an asterisk next to my heart
Terms and Conditions apply, please sign here
Don't get too close because you might see me without my mask
And unmasked me is brutal and burnt out
As frail as thin ice covering the pond of his regrets
I've grown old groaning on about these things
A cold king with a cold crown sitting on a cold throne
alone
And I don't want to be alone but I don't want to change
This is normal for me and it feels safe even if it is killing me slowly
Nobody has been through my shoes
You can sympathize but don't ever say you can empathize
You have not seen through my eyes or felt with my heart
There are parts of me I lost with every step forward I took in absolute fearlessness and faith and it crippled me
So don't act like I have those parts of me, still
There are things I just cannot do anymore
Like an amputee who can't feel his wife's hand in his anymore
Like a paraplegic who can't run a marathon anymore'
Like a young boy who spent his love in fullness and never got any back
Please, just accept that this is who I am and I can't change that
Because it's not in my nature anymore
It just can't happen
//On love//
Jack Jenkins Mar 2017
We were two star crossed lovers
too afraid to open our front doors
so we died to the flames of our fear
Just another moody, dark, angsty poem from your favorite depressed psychopath.
Jack Jenkins Dec 2016
"Hither, Feather, come from the wind!"

The Feather obeys, gliding
Gently to the voice.

"Feather be tethered tonight to the letters! The letters of lovers!"

The Feather floats on it's own breeze
Down to many sleeping lover's papers.
Gliding across each page so swiftly,
Feather penned every affection
Each lover felt for the other.

Bodies and personalities,
Actions and words.
All were described
In detail like a bribe.

The last letter being finished,
Feather fluttered around the room,
Waking each lover from snooze,
So their love would blossom and bloom.

As the sun dawned in the east,
Feather returned to the sky.
Seeking out the voice again,
Chasing it to it's joyful cries.

"You have done well, Feather! Return to your wandering ways."

The Feather returns;
Following its winds.

So the next feather you see on the ground
Pick it up, and let your lover not frown. :)
Written 20 February 2016
Jack Jenkins Oct 2017
I miss my friends that have left
Lost in a place that isn't right
My heart now has no guest
My heart wanders as a foreign stranger
All alone, never would have guessed
In the end I should have known
I am shaken in the excess
My needs know only deprivation
Oddly enough I decided to stylize this poem a bit. Rhymes mixed with antonyms on alternating lines.
Jack Jenkins Dec 2016
I've been on the cliff's edge a few times in my life
Staring at the sharp rocks that could claim my life.
Yes, I've wanted to jump before
To let the stones take my bones.

I could stay there for a long time, too.
Long enough for hunger to tear at my stomach
Long enough for my tongue to crack from dryness.

But I never fell off the edge.
Not because I had a revelation.
Not because I felt life needed living.
Not because I won against depression.

I simply turned around
And I started walking life again
And the days got better and worse
But I kept walking; I don't need to die.
Written 27 January 2016
Jack Jenkins Apr 2016
I rage against the waves of anger,
Slashing away at the waterline,
With a sword of cork and wood.

Relentless is my fury against,
This opposition vast and immortal.


I spend every millisecond of my frail life,
Swinging and swiping, fighting imaginary ghosts.
My haggard arms wash away in the receding tides,
And my starved body collapses and goes underneath.
My gaunt figure goes lifeless, filling with the departing waters.

I died thinking I had won.
Fin
Jack Jenkins Dec 2016
Fin
Found my old suicide note... decided to modify it in poetry form. Don't worry, it's like, five years old. I'm well past that stage of my life*

Put a bullet in me
Straight in the heart
Nobody becomes a vegetable
From
Bleeding out
I'm done
The devil won my life
Now who wins my soul?
Heaven or hell
I'm coming home
Written 3 March 2016... original note was written in 2012 or 2013 I think.
Jack Jenkins Dec 2016
My wounds are exposed and open
I'm bleeding out on the ground
The sky has turned to grey
And the rain pours down
The lightning cracks across
The thunder shatters my mind
The blood runs in rivers
My breath turns silent at last
And my soul is set free
Written 9 February 2016
Jack Jenkins Dec 2016
Fire is burning
Deep in my malnourished soul
Lurching to get out
Written 25 March 2016
Jack Jenkins Mar 2018
I burn trust to keep myself warm
but I'm freezing from the inside out
Jack Jenkins Dec 2016
Poetry is like fishing:
You cast your thoughts,
Onto your inspiration,
And hopefully something,
Will bite.
Written 20 March 2016
Jack Jenkins Dec 2016
Writing myself off as a goner
I had done too much damage
There was so much destruction
It could never be restored

My walls collapsed FLAT!
Not collapsed, in ruins
Not collapsed, in pieces
But collapsed FLAT!

My army was slain
Because they were
All on the wall
When it toppled

Oh boy!
This is going to be
A very long fight
And I'm out of army
Written 26 February 2016
Jack Jenkins Dec 2016
Crotchety old men reading year-old,
Newspapers and drinking year-old milk,
Suddenly assailed me for some frothy beer;
Jeering I jest that they don't look their best,
Wearing polka dot vests with feathered *******.
(Get those naughty thoughts out your noggins)

Speaking of noggin, I was jogging
With a porch light up Johnson's Hill,
And a dog dug a jig from a neon sign,
That had velvet written on it,
From a German gnome,
Born from a dwarf!
What a lucky find!

I'll index it next to the index finger,
But first I'll clean it with Windex.

Sleep? Sle3p? Sl33p?
Written 21 March 2016... guess I was really exhausted writing this, because I have no memory of it. Lol
Jack Jenkins Jul 2016
Slop along down the dreary road,
Rain burns against my weary skin,
The cold wind exhales it's ice,
And the clouds above roll over light.

The mud beneath me slips and slides,
On the boots I'm in, collects on the sides.
Tracks of wagons and people puddles in,
Like even the rain cuddles for warmth.

The path is skewed and twisted,
Broken by time and the elements,
My destination is unknown to me,
All I know is I'm following my destiny.
A poem I wrote back in February of this year
Jack Jenkins Dec 2016
My dear big sis! How I love you so much!
Your words always bring warmth to my heart
Your care always brings a smile to my face
Even in my tears, you hold me up
Even with my fears, you show me the light at the end of the tunnel

You're always here when I need you, and I'm so blessed you're in my life
I know you're hurting right now, but you aren't alone
We all love you so so much, and we'll never let you stay down
No matter what your sorrows, you'll never walk them alone.

Plus, it can always be worse. You could always end up being a ****** thermometer tester... (yes, that's a real job) :)
Written 26 February 2016... still love you my big sis... hope you're okay wherever you are.
Jack Jenkins Oct 2016
The thunder tells the story
Frail laughter and frail glory
Of my mighty love
And my mighty jealousy
Hear the whisper beyond the crack
Of lightning and rain and howling winds
Know the body of whom I long for
Beyond the miles of our division
The distance too great for warmth
For hearts of passion and a wild side
Take me in your arms I plead
Let's see a sunrise wrapped together
Decided to use no punctuation on this piece. :)
Jack Jenkins Dec 2016
Eye for an eye, we all go blind
But you're better than mankind
Through judgement we hide
Never reveal our darker side
That we all have fallen short
Of the King's holy court
But through a bent knee
And a broken heart
He gives us who ask
An eternal restart
Written 24 February 2016... Isaiah 63:7-9
Jack Jenkins Jun 2016
If you didn't forget me,
I wouldn't have forgotten myself
Jack Jenkins Dec 2016
I guess you solved me like a Rubik cube,
Put me in your closet,
And let me choke on a lifetime of dust.
Written 26 March 2016... Misery was the original title, but I didn't think it fit so I changed it to Forgotten About
Jack Jenkins Nov 2016
I thought after a couple of years, we could be friends again
Yet it clearly appears, you have changed for the worse

We were great pals who always hung out
Had good laughs, some troubles and fun
You helped me out with good advice
On problems I had with a wonderful girl

Then you met a couple new people
That had some issues with me and my brother
You started to be angry, more and more
Cared less, loved never
Cussed out my bro, trashed my girl
Then tried to make me feel the same

So today I called you
Hoping you had changed
Sadly you did change, more bitter and cold
No memories of the friendship we once did hold

Told me I was insignificant to you
That there was no point to my call

After you hung up, I raised a glass
To my dear friend Henry
Now lost, and still an ***
Written 30 December 2015
Jack Jenkins Dec 2016
to all the good and loving foster parents, thank you so much. :) To the bad, this is for you*

Adopt a kid for your own
And when they make you groan
Send them back to the orphan's home
And then let them freely roam
Don't feel bad when their brains are blown
Written 19 February 2016... when I wrote this, it was for a friend with bad foster parents... but now it's dedicated to my friend who killed herself this year partly because her foster parents didn't care about her... didn't love her... I forgot I wrote this but now as I read... **** how did it become so true?
Jack Jenkins Dec 2016
How can I love you with all my heart,
When there's only a fragment of it left?

Why were you always so scared to fall?
My promises weren't enough for you?

My heart has been broken so many times by you,
Yet with this remaining fragment I still love you?

How can this be?

I know there's no water in this pool of love,
But I'm still going to jump off the high board.

Someone please tell me they can set a broken leg.
Written 8 April 2016
Jack Jenkins Dec 2016
I have this amazing ability
To smile through the pain
And laugh through the torture
While my heart is carved like turkey

You never know when I'm dying inside
Or when I'm standing on the edge
The thoughts I have seeing sharp objects
You'd think I was the happiest guy alive

Everyone says how good I am
How much I help them up
Nobody sees the pain I cause
Or the damage I inflict
Written 24 February 2016
Jack Jenkins May 2019
friends that i've lost
i remember you in my heart
your graves stand tall and polished

promises
   that you wouldn't leave
promises
   that what we had meant something

i hate every time you go
without even a goodbye
it hurts more and more inside

promises
   don't mean much anymore
promises
   are an untold lie

someone take this damaged soul
i have no need for it anymore
just let me die under this moon
//On friends//
Jack Jenkins Jan 2020
He's worn the same clothes for a week
He hopes no-one notices the heart on his sleeve
the heart that bleeds
Lies that he's kept in the brim of his hat
Wondering what's the same
Wandering different towns that
feel the same
Pondering the shame
Longing just to be in control
But he can't indulge
So he self-medicates
So he can meditate
On all the things wrong
That can't be made right
On all the things he writes
Poems that won't be read
only seen
So he can hide behind his words
but he always gets what he
deserves
//On writing and reflections//
Jack Jenkins Feb 2017
I found my heart today;
   buried underneath smoke
   & sorrows not meant
   for this world...

Edges sharp as razors,
   cold to the touch;
   ice would be warmer
   but I'm so ******* cold.
Jack Jenkins Jul 2016
Just feeling a bit empty,
Lacking,
Whatever you can call it.

Somber music echoes around me,
Caressing,
Scratches on the record album.

Dim fireplace reveals my misery,
Languish,
Tears pool at my feet.

Heart is turning to stone,
Such cold stone.
Could anyone possibly save me?
Jack Jenkins Aug 2019
Gah
There is a stick in my throat
Emotions I cannot *****
Slice my chest open
Pull them out
Untangle it all
OCD has its uses
But
I get stuck
So I leave them out
To air dry
To suffocate slowly
Til I feel nothing
Gah
//On anxiety//
Jack Jenkins Sep 2018
In some ways I feel alright
But always I feel broken
It's not something that rides beneath the surface
It's something on the dark side of my heart
I'm too scared to touch my scars
So I bind my doors with them
& willingly blind myself to love
never to drink of that wine again
//On anxiety//
Jack Jenkins May 2016
To be awash in the depravity of your own soul,
To be bound by a fetter in captivity to your enemy,
To lose the greatest thing we could ever have,
And call it all "very good."

Liberty and freedom, lies and falsehoods,
This people we have become, intolerant.
We have laid claim to unparalleled diversity,
All the while losing individuality, gaining isolation.

We have learned to **** freely and masquerade it as love,
While the greatest act of love- forgiveness- is buried beneath condemnation and intolerance.
Who are we?

We are a relentless generation,
Seeking a fill to the void in the fibre of our souls,
Prancing and skipping from one fad to the next,
Demanding rights for our wicked ways.

What is it that will finally quench our thirsts?
When will we start doing what we tell others to do?
Who are the people to finally break the chain?
We will all die alone.
A poor attempt at crying out to Western society's madness.
Jack Jenkins Oct 2019
The embers of my heart laid out in a line
Laid out like a pathway to the pines
Get lost in the woods and
Feel the darkness creep up to my throat
Let uncertain breath escape
See what lies in wait

I can’t do this anymore
There is no strength left
I can’t do this anymore
There’s no faith left

My skin’s so thin I could be a ghost
And fall right in with the dead
Blackened and blued and without a hope
What is there to l̶o̶v̶e̶  live for
I have no grave and must die
Let no one mourn for me
//On depression//
Jack Jenkins Apr 2024
what melancholy
could serenade me better
than a broken heart
a bottle of whiskey
and a head full of memories
that hurt too much
when sober
Jack Jenkins Apr 2016
Glimpsing her bathing on the roof,
He averted his eyes and looked away.

Wondering if his eyes remembered her beauty correctly,
He sneakily took a short glance to see clearly.

And that was all it took for King David,
Who gazed upon the wife of his own soldier.

Lured by a glimpse,
Hooked by a glance,
Swallowed by a gaze,
He didn't know the steep cost to be paid.
A poem about King David from the Bible with Bathsheba
Jack Jenkins Apr 2016
The early sun dawns
Light spreads out on land below
Good morning beautiful
//On nature//
Jack Jenkins Aug 2016
Another day lost
I don't know the cost
Good night
Written December of 2015.
Jack Jenkins Apr 2016
Another day lost
I don't know the cost
Good night
Jack Jenkins Aug 2017
I'm not sure why you're on my mind today
I don't know how my heart can miss you
after the grievous wounds you cut in me
Still suffering from that
Because you killed not only my trust in you
but you've made it impossible for me to trust anyone else
the same way I trusted you.

You were my best friend
the closest companion I ever had
You were a good and loving person once
your presence in my life an insurance that people
were worth fighting for
Though I am still in love with you always
you can never have a place in my heart
or my life

*I'm so sorry...
Jack Jenkins Jul 2019
All these efforts to keep the tide from taking the shore
Change always comes
Sometimes invited but mostly not
So I learned to sit and be still
Til the water took my air
I learned to breathe again
To die a different way
Better days are stuck in the past
Days that never would last
Pain learned to stay, though
Turns out she's addictive too
Or I'm just comfortable
Or tired and defeated
Fill in the blank here
My words are too small
Vocabulary died in '09
Or '12 or '16 or '19
Whatever year I choose, the loneliness is the same
The same slow-cooked ache between my ribs
That only cider or *** or songs can soothe
But today I face it
I face the tide
Maybe I'll go under
But I'll never have died
//On so many lost friendships//
Jack Jenkins Nov 2016
When you left,
The rainbows turned to ashen grey.
Stars stopped glittering off the waters.
Flowers closed themselves up in hiding.
Birds lost their love of songs, and fell silent.
My heart grew sand and become a desolate desert.

I couldn't comprehend living without you,
Without your life welded to my heart,
Earth suddenly lost seven billion people,
And I was all alone, forever.

Suddenly I could care less about moonlit nights on the beach;
Not if you weren't walking them with me.
A movie at the theater was a pointless trip;
Not if you weren't watching with me.
Life became dull, blunt, colorless,
Just a routine of numbness and apathy I couldn't endure.
Written in March of 2016.
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