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Jayme M Yaroch May 2015
A great man gave this to me
advice from the lips of a father
like a father
but not my father
but like him
if he were a self-made millionaire
with advice to give
that this self-made business owner
ought to pay some heed to
and so it went,

"By yourself,
darkness can overcome you.
You can't do it all alone.
But we're here with you,
all of us, that's what we do.
If you don't succeed
we didn't succeed in teaching you."

So like a parent
concerned with the fate of a child
telling us to be stronger than we feel
braver than we have known
and to follow that great gleaming WHY
the WHY we do what we do
the WHY we are in this room
with a new father
teaching us all the principles

To every day improve
to control our emotions
to live in peace
that we are all accepted
for who we are
and that we are complete
within ourselves
that we must all serve others
before we can succeed ourselves
to never let fear in
and know we are truly blessed
and above all
that integrity means more
than all the affirmations in the world.
Jayme M Yaroch May 2015
the cold wind blows
across the fragile pieces of a heart
              shattered by the hardness
                                     of your hand.
Jayme M Yaroch May 2015
Squeezing
a heart held hostage
so tightly
is it held back
from expression
Held away from the pain
from its expectation
inadequate
the entirety of how I feel
for you are too good
far too kind and generous
to ever love a thing
like me
I am so very broken
everything wrong
a desperate soul
so afraid
for the first time in my
miserable life
I am truly afraid
that there are no more
tomorrows
no where left to look
that I am done
(what I have done)
that I am used up
alone, forgotten, discarded
trash in a ****** world
blending in so well
becoming what
I was always told I was
told to be
so many times
before I even knew you
abused and forsaken
the only way I knew
that any happiness
all love
was fleeting and terrifying
and to be avoided
though my loving heart
will never let it be
Then there was you
with your light, life
kindness
when you didn't have to be kind
I can never repay you
no one can
no one is worthy to stand
by your side as an equal
and maybe one day I'll learn
how to properly esteem
and repay you
but for now all I know
is how to love you
from over here
away from that light
to take care of your needs
small as they are
a squire of sorts
a housekeeper, a maid
and a friend
a friend who will follow you
anywhere you choose to go
shadowing your way
defending you to those
who do not want to see you
for the generous soul you are
for being the mirror
no one wants to look into
because no one wants to see
themselves reflected by you
so sharply, such contrast
yet with such patience and kindness
you are truly wonderful
a wonder
a gift
to be cherished
appreciated at every turn
and I can never repay you
for all the kindness you have done
because when I looked into that mirror
I saw where I could be
where you see me
that something was inside of me
that wasn't broken
wasn't worthless
and you are here
helping me
caring about me
loving me
and I can never repay you
and that is the only truth you've given me
that I don't know if I can bear.
Jayme M Yaroch May 2015
Don't let your mind open!
they said
Things will get in you don't want!
Bad things!
Radical thoughts!
The sort of madness
that can change the world!
I once heard someone say
that all that information
was brain washing
what a funny phrase!
washing a brain
just get right in there
with a loofa!
Haha!
but someone
wiser
also said
that our brains could use
a little bit of washing
just enough
to scrub off the grime
the accumulated dirt
of prejudice and bigotry
rising away the hypocrisy
all of it down the drain
right along
with all the rest
of the frightened masses'
*******.
Jayme M Yaroch May 2015
What is it to a mind
that cannot make discovery
of the forces that bind us
to our whims and our ways
and yet continues onward
as though we already knew?
Are we so arrogant
that we think we know all
and yet are unable to express
even a simple sentiment?
Why do we feel at all
if we believe no one will understand?
What is the point of it?
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