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Jara Jones May 2013
If I had the energy to write down all these memories
And craft them into delicate little lines
I could whisper in your ear
To remind you of the times
That ain't so far away from here
Maybe even dull the pain
As you loose yourself in the rhythm of what I'm sayin'
The experiences drawn upon
To make this line
Drawn out, ended with a period
That recall to my eye the tears that I shed
But if you follow that wet line
Up to my eye
Look deep inside
Ask yourself
"Do I really wanna take this ride?"
Because I know the questions fair
Life never seems to be
So watch out for the fallacies
You see in me
Cause they stand a lot taller then I could ever be
And I'm not one to take a knee
This solitary life
I thought I was ready for it
I've been threw it before
Never saw the struggle like I couldn't bare it
That life styles for me
I'd be the first to declare it
But sitting here now
With you only blocks away
Can't pick up the phone
Can't call out your name
The rains beating down
Weather seems to mirror me in every way
Guess that's why there's been such a lack of those sunny days
Maybe I should just get up; pick up this place
Nah forget it
What's the point of moving when you know you'll end up in the same ******* place.




(I don't know maybe I'll write more, someday, sometime. Probably not.)
Jara Jones Sep 2012
So now these will be
The last pills I ever take
Let it be enough
Jara Jones Aug 2012
I haven't been asleep in two God ****** days
In every dream I have
I die in too many God ****** ways
And it never is enough to stay in one place
So I get out to kick the ground at least once a day

Nothings come to me in the night
At least nothing I care to explain
With everyone I've loved, I still fight
I can't help but bring the rain
Told time to stop cause it's only bringing pain

And, now I'm caught
Up, in this society
Of, people looking out for me
Still, I can't seem to break away
Leaving some dust clouds in my place

The ground is moving, must still be in this race
I wanna call it off,
I'll throw the white flag just to slow the pace
And empty a glass at the end of the day
Cross my fingers to pass out in the bay

Gods got a grave already dug for me
So let me live large
To fill all that negative space
I'd rather be in charge
Just too call off the rest of the day
Jara Jones Sep 2010
I'm drowning
I'm scared
I'm desperate
Need air
Getting dizzy
Getting numb
Loosing sight
Crying for no one
Clenching teeth
Broken lips
Eyes of panic
Shaking out of control
Going crazy
Losing my grip
Taste the frozen
Take it slow
Jara Jones Sep 2010
Sometimes it's better when things don't make sense
Sometimes there's brilliance in broken parts
Sometimes it's better then you thought it ever could be again

And when the times turn to sometimes
And when that smile appears

You know

Sometimes happiness can find its own way home.
Jara Jones Sep 2010
Some things time will heal
A slow but needed process
Until then I'm scared
Jara Jones Sep 2010
I had something special
Once upon a time
I held her dear
Once upon a time
I made us one
Once upon a time
And then the fight begun

Rough roads
Rocky tumbles
The split began with a tear
and one by one
The inches divided
Inches, to miles, to years

Now we pretend to be tender
We treat each other with care
But in the back of my mind
The sirens still blare
They scream away the warnings
I should have heeded long ago
No, I know more
Now then before
And I use my knowledge so clear

You're all filled up with God knows what
You wanna dump it out, just to pick it back up
A pack rat of emotion
A dealer of brokens
Be it hearts
Be it promises
Be it *****
You don't care
As long as you get to be heard

All to make it one way
So you can yearn for the alternative
Promising to make it come
But you know it's not true
Change the world
The one in your head
And demand the rest to do the same
When reality strikes
And you know you're not right
Complain
Complain
Complain

A fictional vision
Of the world you live in
What you thought it would be
Disillusionment ***** big.
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