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When I met you
I couldn't remember
your name

When I met you
I tried to avoid you
And the other boys stares

When I met you
I had one thing on my mind
And you were not it

but you had snaked your way into my mind
and you had broken barriers I built long ago
and I still don't understand how someone like you
could destroy in weeks
what I took years to build
I'm dying.
I knew I was dying from the start.
I was reckless,
I knew I was dying so I took risks.
I took chances,
I knew I was dying so I didn't care.
I was heartless,
I knew I was dying so it didn't matter.
I was generous,
I knew I was dying so I gave my all.
I was living,
I knew I was dying so I did what I wanted.
I was falling,
I knew I was dying but I tripped and fell
and I happened to fall right into your arms.
you are the worst thing that's ever happened to me.
Because I knew I was dying,
but you made me want a little more time.
Walking away was useless.

They never came after me
because they knew
I'd always turn around
and come right back.


Mostly because I had nowhere else to go.
 Nov 2013 Jason Walsh
Megan
Untitled
 Nov 2013 Jason Walsh
Megan
All I hear is growling and rumbling
I feel empty
I remember
I am empty
there's a tsnami inside of my stomache
the waves pain are constant
And when I eat the tide goes in
then right back out
and its all my fault
I can feel the tsnami inside of me
I used to be in control of it
now it makes me dizzy when I stand
and my vision go black
I am a walking natural disaster
*And nobody knows
 Nov 2013 Jason Walsh
Megan
empathy
 Nov 2013 Jason Walsh
Megan
If I could take every ounce of your pain
and inject it into my veins
I would in a heartbeat
let him go
gently, gently now
let his footsteps echo
as he walks away
embrace the sound
and swallow down all the things
you'd love to say
this time, what is lost will not be found
let your freedom sing.

from the evergreen trees
to the dead and decomposing leaves
of trees that just don't stick around
the pitter patter, that silent sound
of the fall of rain, the drip of tears
the feathers of these past years
pluck away, **** the days
that you wasted with him
there must be some way
to shadow the agony with a graceful grin

do not drown yourself
in drink
do not harm yourself
in what you think
because the sun will rise,
the sun will fall
the world will surprise
by taking all
that you had

it might not be eloquent,
but these are instructions
on how to live with a broken heart
your fingers, your words will not mend
only time will tell

he will walk away
with a lack of empathy
he will never say
that you are what he needs.

accept, regret, and see what comes next
these words are yours to protect.
Whenever I think of her
I remember the good times.
The laughs and love we used to share.
The passion in my rhymes.

Whenever I think of her
I remember how we talked.
The long hours on the telephone
would never seem enough.

Whenever I think of her
I think of her blue eyes.
The purity of her perfect smile.
Her lips would tell no lies.

Whenever I think of her
I remember all the pain.
The despicable actions that she made.
The hope she gave me in vain.

Whenever I think of her
I remember how I changed.
She made me be a better man
by breaking what she had made.
I never quite understood
why you wanted that girl,
the one who wore too much lipstick
and flirted with your best friend.

I never quite understood
why I never bothered to say hi
whenever you walked by
or picked me up in your car.

You see,
I never quite understood
why I wanted you to want me
and wanted you to forget about that girl,
who wore too much lipstick
and flirted with your best friend.

I was never quite sure
why you wanted someone
who didn't care
about your favorite movies,
or books,
or people.

I never quite understood
how I would never get to study you,
underlining the most important parts
over the softness of your skin.

I never quite understood
why I thought what I thought
or how I felt what i felt
when I looked at you
and you didn't look back.
 Nov 2013 Jason Walsh
Guss
Star Trek
 Nov 2013 Jason Walsh
Guss
Stardate whatever.
The Klingons are attacking and my tricorder isn’t functioning.
Conjectural and anointing the furrows of my phaser blasted brow.  
There you are.
A messy image in the transporter beam.
Gleaming and swaying amongst the particles of dust.
“I’m impossible to save,” I say.
“So save yourself, this planet is about to blow.” I say again.
It seems our universal translator isn’t working.
Otherwise, you would have left me.
Trusting is the hardest part.
I’ll do without it.  
Beam me up Scotty.
You died around this time last year
I didn't go to your wake
I didn't say goodbye
I hope you forgive me

You died around this time last year
I never went to your grave
I don't know where it is
I was scared to find out
I hope you forgive me

You died around this time last year
I wrote to your family
I hope they got my letter
It took me awhile to write it
I never said I cared
I hope you forgive me
**11-23-12**
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