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Jara Jones Dec 2015
When you read this think of me,
And know I'm thinking of you
Goodbye to my friends
Goodbye to my enemies
Most of all good bye to you.

It's true it was good
It's true it was bad
But all I can ask to do
Make believe that time is cheap
Waste it, but stay true.
Jara Jones Dec 2015
I’m fallin’ over laughing, hear all those things that you say
Like you got a leg to stand on, like you got a place to stay
And every word slithers like a snake from your lips
From the death of your heart comes a brand new kind of hate

It’s hard to see you from so far away
But you pushed me here, so here’s where I’ll stay
It’s hard to take, hearing all of your lies
That’s what you give, your soul withered and died.

You can stand your ground
Just remember you don’t own the land
Jara Jones Dec 2015
Well everybody's thinking
They're the ones that know
And everybody's knowing
They're the ones to show

Well I can see
So don't try to tell me
You got some kind of line
To the other side
Where it's too green
To be good
And so free
The prisons are in ruins

I heard all the people
Talking to the preacher
I followed where they're going
Until I met a teacher
He told me many thing
He taught me very few
I asked, "Which road shall I travel?"
He said "That's only for you."

I've paid in my dues
And I've returned my keys
To the resting places of my fathers
Now the wind on my face
The dust at my feet
To choose the direction to follow

I'll ask now again
As I think the timings fair
Please, won't you tell me?
When the map was lost back with the compass
To escape this broke down place
The direction I travel...
Which way may I find grace?

The times are getting heavy
And the rains are coming steady
So I'll pick my hole to crawl in
Moving on with the weather
For worse or for better
Just as long as my health allows
Jara Jones Dec 2015
Everyday I'm still here
Everyday my path seems a little more clear
Thanks to my past resistance
I still feel so beat
Resolutions to happiness
Lay at my feet

Every night I'm still laying
Here weary but awake
Thinking about the good times
We had between the sheets
Resolutions to happiness
Lay a before my feet

This morning when I got up
Out of my half-hearted daze
I lite up a cigarette
And then went on way
Resolutions to happiness
Lay a path at my feet

And when I get there
To the end of the day
I wonder what I'm still missing
Wondering why thoughts of yesterday stay
Resolutions to happiness
Lay at your feet
Just out of reach
Jara Jones Dec 2015
Calm, smoke rises vertically
Smoke drift indicates wind direction, still wind vanes
Wind felt on face, leaves rustle, vanes begin to move
Leaves and small twigs constantly moving, light flags extended

Dust, leaves, and loose paper lifted, small tree branches move
Small trees in leaf begin to sway
Larger tree branches moving, whistling in wires
Whole trees moving, resistance felt walking against wind

Twigs breaking off trees, generally impedes progress
Slight structural damage occurs, slate blows off roofs
Seldom experienced on land, trees broken or uprooted,
"Considerable structural damage"

Devastation Occurs
Jara Jones Nov 2015
Impossible to be looking down from the bottom
So we're staring at the top
Drop of water, just a drop
Might fall from the leaking roofs, catch it before it's lost
Or from a broken gutter, still better than what we got
Down here just something to moisten the lips
Maybe wet the tongue
Enough to shout out whats wrong

The smog in the atmosphere
If I had three wishes I'd give up two
For one breath of fresh air

Sit in the mud
Wallowing til it drys
The drops coming from my eyes
Ought to call them the sky
But it's not rain
That turns the dirt back to mud
To wallow in
Re-***** up my duds
When I fall again
The days drag on
And the cycle repeats to no end
Like near every other thing I've ever done, this may not be complete.
Jara Jones Mar 2014
If I never slept again the world would dream on with out me.

And upon their waking I will ask, "what have I missed?"

I will not understand.

And I will close my eyes forever, but never see beyond the black.

Then I will ask, "what have I missed?"

And I will not understand.
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