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 Nov 2014 Jack Solomon
ryn
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 Nov 2014 Jack Solomon
ryn
Step 1: Make the decision.

Step 2: Take the blind leap.

Step 3: Follow through with conviction.

I think the last is the hardest to keep.
It comes in blankets
Grey blankets that cover the sky
And it churns in blue and black
Like purple bruises painting the sky
I want to cry
But the tears won’t come
So I’m stuck looking out window
Searching for any bit of sun I can see
Only stormy eyes show themselves though
And tears streak cheeks
And if I cry myself to sleep every night
That’s only for me and the stars to know
They twinkle knowingly at me in the dark
And I want to yell at them
Don’t tell a soul
But they ignore me
They tell me I’m sad
And I knew that already
But I only see the stars when my grey blankets are gone
 Nov 2014 Jack Solomon
psyche
our song had just ended
no more rhythm
no more lyric
no more tone
I swallowed my pride
and play it all over
again.

Again,
I heard the tune
that bizarre tone
that once we used to sing
It’s just that...
I sing it all...

alone

right now.
 Nov 2014 Jack Solomon
farahD
Hurt
 Nov 2014 Jack Solomon
farahD
Maybe,
There is,
Something you're afraid to say,
Or confess,
Somewhere you're afraid to go,
Or leave,
Someone you're afraid to love,
Or let go,
Afraid of those things,
That will make you hurt,
For hurt means,
It matters.
 Nov 2014 Jack Solomon
farahD
Despite the fall,
Even if morrow,
Is barren of promises,
Continue to share,
This heart of broken pieces,
Hoping one day,
Along the way,
We collide,
And burst,
To colourful pieces,
Of love and peace.
You love
If I painted happiness,
You'd be on my canvas
If only I could paint
Your smile like
The first bloom of spring
Your eyes like
The morning sunrise
You're heart like
The warm afternoon sun
If I painted happiness
If only I could
If I painted
Your love
You're love
My love
It would be on my canvas
If only I could paint

This red only does so much
For your eyes
For your warmth
My love
If only I could paint
The warmth in your heart.
This blood my love
It doesn't bring out your eyes
My love
You're love
If only I could paint
You'd be on my canvas
It's all a game
Your name
Isn't the same
So much changed
These mere names
Their not the same
But you are he
One live ago,
You were there
I wouldn't dare
Call you another

I still hold on
To one live ago
We swore we'd remember
I promised to find you
Before these names
Things changed
I'm apathetic
It took so many
Years of loneliness
You've forgotten
I've only just remembered
These names
If only
These names
Stayed the same.
This will be a draft for something much more meaningful.  Just needed to get my thoughts together
 Oct 2014 Jack Solomon
Athea
Bleed*
Bleed out every emotion you were too afraid to speak;
let the pen be your razor.
the ink, your blood;
let the ink flow and speak for you.
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