Jack Jones: Poems

18.0k · Jan 2014

Jack Jones Jan 2014

oh the joys of time travel
to be able to flit between moments of perfection
defining moments, inspiring reflection
and thought
nothing overwhelming
just joyous and sweet
and everlasting
oh the joys of time travel

15.1k · Jan 2014

pollution

Jack Jones Jan 2014

pollution

you've been on my mind a lot recently

polluting my thoughts
contaminating my very being
with idle inklings
and constrained affections

making everyday tasks
near impossible

I'm going insane,
but I love it.

3.1k · Jan 2014

jealousy

Jack Jones Jan 2014

jealousy

I see the twinkle in your eyes and I am jealous
Jealous of the excitement that lies behind them
So enthusiastic and full of life
I am old and grey in comparison
Tired and weary
But there's fight left in me yet
I'm going nowhere.

1.8k · Apr 2014

Infatuation

Jack Jones Apr 2014

Infatuation

This obsession
Has reached new limits
It has gotten to the point that

I can't look at a couch
Without imagining you
Sprawled across it

I can't get into bed
Without pretending you're
Tucked in beside me

I can't walk through the kitchen
Without seeing you
Pressed against the counter beneath me

Infatuation, it's a terrible thing, ayy?

1.4k · Mar 2014

Miss you

Jack Jones Mar 2014

Miss you

I don't miss you

I miss the smell of your skin
I miss your cold hands brushing against my back
I miss the way you stared at me in wonder

I miss the ***-grabbing, lip-biting, back-scratching in all it's glory
I miss the late night phone calls and early morning texts
I miss the hours spent aimlessly daydreaming about you

But no, I don't miss *you

1.0k · Jun 2015

release.

Jack Jones Jun 2015

release.

I'd be lying if I said I was happy for you,
But I do wish you every happiness in the world

I hope she knows how lucky she is
and that she's good to you,
1,000,000 times better than I ever was

But most of all
I hope that one day
Fate will catch up with us

And then, only then, will you be **mine

843 · Jan 2014

philospher

Jack Jones Jan 2014

philospher

writing a poem
makes you a philosopher
or so they say
so why do I struggle
to put the pen to the page
when that's what I do all day?

it's the job
of a philosopher
to explain the feelings
emotions
thoughts
of those that fail to express themselves

but you see
I am a philosopher
unsure of my feelings
emotions
thoughts
unsure of my calling
path
destiny

so how can I
solve your problems
when my own
are alien to everyone
but me

811 · Jan 2014

kiss me

Jack Jones Jan 2014

kiss me

you kissed me one evening
down by the old lake
when the sun was setting
and the water glistened

you kissed me one evening
and I felt my heart warm a little
with the idea of company
and anticipation

you kissed me one evening
and I haven't stopped day-dreaming since
my mind is filled with colours
my stomach with butterflies

you kissed me one evening
and I felt alive.

Do you think you could kiss me again?

792 · Mar 2014

Thoughts of you

Jack Jones Mar 2014

Thoughts of you

Your smile, your laugh
The way you smell like suncream
And flowery soap

Thoughts of you fly about my mind
Flitting from moments
Beautiful moments

Moments of perfection,
Last summer,

But I can't seem to hold on to any of them
Nothing is concrete
Nothing is safe

Nothing makes sense

I'm so lost without you
And it kills me to admit it

I need you
******* it

751 · Mar 2014

Not nice

Jack Jones Mar 2014

Not nice

I know it's not nice
To wish bad upon people

But I hope that you think of me
As much as I think if you

I hope not talking to me eats away at you
Like it eats away at me

I hope you're restless after long nights of thinking of me
Like I am, you

I hope your heart cries with regret when you hear my name
Like mine does, yours

I hope your eyes burn when you see me smiling
Because I know mine certainly do when I see you

But most of all
I hope that one day I'll be a fond memory in your mind
Because mine is full of memories of you.

729 · Jan 2014

not sure

Jack Jones Jan 2014

not sure

I walk around with a heavy heart
every thought adds to the burden
every unkind word strikes me deep within

you think I can't hear you
truth is
I don't need to
it's written all over your face

please
it's not that hard
show me a smile
lighten my load

for I am that perfect stranger
the one that got away
the creepy one at the corner shop
or the one with the cute eyes
that sits in the same seat on the bus
everyday

consistently changing
growing
in fear?
or courage?
I'm not quite sure

I don't know how much more of this I can endure.

685 · Jan 2014

alone.

Jack Jones Jan 2014

alone.

surrounding myself with people
never seemed to do me much good

as a child I often played alone
avoiding judgement

today I do the same
it's simpler that way

you call it lonely
I say it is peaceful

you call me strange
it's the only way I stay sane.

625 · Jan 2014

the beauty of poetry

Jack Jones Jan 2014

the beauty of poetry

The beauty of poetry
is that none of it actually has to make *sense

625 · Mar 2014

Untitled

Jack Jones Mar 2014

Untitled

The phrase
'Stuck between a rock and a hard place'
Has never been so relavent

I'm caught up in a constant struggle,
A battle of wills, so to speak

My mind plays cruel tricks,
Mutters sour 'loves me, loves me nots'

The phone rings,
A flourish of excitement

But it's not you,
A tsunami of disappointment

You said you'd call
I've been sat here for 3 ******* hours.

572 · Feb 2014

thank you.

Jack Jones Feb 2014

thank you.

and all of a sudden
everything's gone
the magic, the bliss, the innocence

I turn to you and smile
there's little else to do

I pretend that it doesn't matter
that I don't feel physically sick

and yet all I see is red

my mind mutters bitter "I told you so's"
while I smile through gritted teeth
and bite my tongue

thanks.

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