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Jack Turner Feb 2011
You're the only one I'm feeling
It's my heart you're stealing
When you come around
My heart is homeward bound
As we go to navigate
All our demons we eradicate
And that will be our tune
We're up at dawn and at noon
Sound the horn
I'm feeling reborn
You're the one I elect
You're mine to *protect
I had a friend come up with sets of rhyming words for the last word of each line and then I had to make a poem out of them.
Jack Turner Feb 2011
I know you'll hold me strong tonight,
But in the morning light
As the sunlight grows,
You begin to lose your iridescent glow,
And into my past you start to flow.

And I know that you'll always love me
And I will surely always love you,
But as I'm sure you know,
To those distances the heart can't always go.
So in that light, I let you go.

I can't really talk to you again
Unless you decide to be part of the conversation,
Because if you enjoy the attention
But don't want to contribute anything,
I can't live in that sort of plan.

So, as I said,
I'm headed for the door.
You can head to wherever your legs explore,
And it will be that girl I knew in the past
That I will forever adore.
Jack Turner Feb 2011
I've always written poetry
To drain the emotions,
To learn what secrets my soul is hiding.
I've written to see how I am truly feeling,
And to find those ghosts
Buried deep inside of me.

And I always feel the need to sing
Because its the purest form of speaking.
Its the combination of phrasing,
Its the pacing,
Its just how lyrically
You can build the intensity,
Which gives an interpretation to my words
That goes deeper than meaning.

I've always written poetry
Because to simply write a sentence
Grates on my economy of space,
As I state too little with words too much.
The impact,
The punch
The angst,
The anger,
My happy and sad,
All get lost in the punctuation of the paragraph

And I've always felt the need to sing
Because my lungs burn otherwise,
As I am restrained as I contain
All of the intensity that rides behind my song.
If I speak it out
It takes too long
For you to hear
What needs to be sung.
Jack Turner Feb 2011
I've got to write the poetry
Because it expresses the best of me
... and the worst...
And every emotion in between.

I'm compelled to sing
Because it allows me to say,
In such a way,
All that I've ever wanted to say
So that you can't help but understand their meaning
-
Despite your feigned ignorance,
And the way that you ignore me,
And every ******* word I've said.
-
When I sing these words I've written for you,
You'll be listening so intently
You'd think your ears might bleed
As you are deafened by my lips' whispering.
Goodbye
Jack Turner Feb 2011
I know you don't read my poetry,
So I don't think you'll ever see
What I write here about you,
And what you mean to me.

I know you don't want to be with me,
And I know that I don't deserve you
After everything I put you through,
And all that we've been through.

We'd fight, we'd argue,
Then I'd break up with you
- Or we'd resolve our issues -
And I'd still love you.

What went down then
Will never happen again.
I got lost in life
And went astray.

But now that I've gotten away,
Away from that, away from frat,
Away from Death and gotten my life back,
I see you're all I want, nothing but that.

But I know from what you say,
And despite how I've grown and how I've changed,
To be everything to you and more
Is a precious chance I'll never have again.
Jack Turner Feb 2011
I've never seen anyone, nor felt anyone, who made me feel the way you do.

And I swear, on sight of you, words fail, and writing dries up, 'til I'm left with nothing to tell you.

Only how I feel.

So, in lieu of that, I will combine the two,
That which I wish I could say about you, and all I wish I could write to describe you,
Into which I will sing about you,
Because I hope that maybe one day you will hear this song I sing,
Written about you, and only you,

And then maybe one day you will realize
Just how much you meant to me.
Jack Turner Feb 2011
All of the words I can say don't mean anything to you,
And all of the words I can write are illegible to you.
All that I see is how I am lost to you.
Maybe what I write and say combined into song
Can make you see just what you mean to me.

My darling little bug baby,
Why can't you just see
That you are beyond everything
And the stars above to me?

Thoughts of you don't leave me free.
All of my words are falling uselessly.
All of my lines are brushing off of you meaninglessly.
All I can hope is that my song can impart upon you
Everything that
I can ever hope that
You learn,
And you see,
And that I wish you knew about me, because
Without that,
And without those,
I don't think you'd ever see
That you're everything to me
In the world,
And my life,
And my time on this earth.
The globe
In my sky,
Above my mind,
In my eyes,
It's all I can see,
I can hear,
I can taste.
It's you in my face,
In my thoughts,
It's around you that I'm wrought.
I'm distraught.
It's by you who
I've been taught.
No other thoughts
Cross my mind
As I pine
Over you.
What a waste of my time
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