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May 2016 · 217
Stop
Jayme M Yaroch May 2016
stop for a moment
listen to the rain
feel the kindness of strangers
give the world a little chance
it's the only world we've got
Apr 2016 · 422
Bravery
Jayme M Yaroch Apr 2016
to  have                        any  hope
when  it  all          ­         seems  so  lost
is  to  truly  burn  with  a  fierce  fi­re
that  shall  never  be  quenched
driven  passionately  mad
for  a  life  worth  living
despite the  pai­n
of countless
shattered
hearts
Feb 2016 · 301
Today's Forecast
Jayme M Yaroch Feb 2016
drip
drip
drip drop
the sweet soft
sounds of drizzle
feel of a damp chill
permeating the air
a small sensation
so primal
and

so


*a l i v e .
Feb 2016 · 207
Running The Numbers
Jayme M Yaroch Feb 2016
Hold on, let me jot that down
make a note of what you said
I'm going to need to run the numbers
and I don't want to forget
the qualifications that determine
which one comes in first.
Jayme M Yaroch Jan 2016
It hurts
and I know it's silly
just looking at you
it makes me sad
yet happy
secure in having you
in my life
for the rest of my life
a friend to talk to
who won't let me stay mad
always bringing my smile
from the dark depths
it is rather interesting
the bittersweet knowing
in combination with
a deep understanding
that I'm only waiting
for the woman you choose
to come on along
taking what little happiness
and leaving me with this
hollowing, harrowing
s a d n e s s
but hey
I should be positive about it
isn't that right?
that's what you always say
as you watch me break
as my dreams die in my arms
it's only for the rest of my life.
Jan 2016 · 329
Inside
Jayme M Yaroch Jan 2016
Echoing
silence                 ringing
             on cold ears
So loud
  but     there        is
                nothing
      Only          a    ­        hollow
emptiness
                               inside.
Jan 2016 · 196
Untitled
Jayme M Yaroch Jan 2016
Love.                                                

           such a fragile thing
yet it is made of the stuff
                         that breeds
          
                                               ­                   legends.
Jan 2016 · 241
The Rules
Jayme M Yaroch Jan 2016
Here                      
Here you go
                   Have some feelings
                  Yep a big ******* helping
There!                    
Right there                  
All of them just for you
the whole mess of it, yours!
       Oh but don't show them!
         Not to anybody
Not for any reason
            Or else they will shame you
Because your feelings
They are disgusting
No one cares what feelings you have
Which ones were dumped on your tray
Thats your mess
               for you to deal with
S I L E N T L Y      
  and ALONE
          You don't want everyone
to hate you
Do you?
Because they will if you can't
        keep those feelings to yourself!
               Every thought you have
is always wrong
don't speak of them
And if feelings aren't allowed
don't get started even having
an opinion
Heavens no!
             What an awful thing to have!
          How revolting!
No no!
Keep all those thoughts
those icky little feelings
           and your stupid opinions
locked away deep          
                            deep
                               ­               deep
                                             ­                               deep
                         ­                                  down
                                      inside
Of your miserable little soul
               where there is no light
No warmth
                nothing to tempt them to live
because you don't need to be alive
not inside        
Don't you see?
Nobody wants that for you
      and you always, always
must do, must be      
                     what everyone else wants.
Those are just The Rules.
Nov 2015 · 283
Right Now
Jayme M Yaroch Nov 2015
I know right now it's very tough
to count every single blessing
that maybe you can't even see
the hands waiting to receive you
as you stand there trying so hard
                                    not to cry
they tell you that it's okay
that you can just let it go
to give your pain to the God above
and let Him control the show
I've heard those selfsame words from them
and I have seen the look within their eyes
I know why you shy away
and I know why you want to cry
they don't face their problems
they can't even fix themselves
they think a book and a couple prayers
can make everything whole again
but we both know that's not the case
they believe the words but not the faith
and it only gets more complex
which is something you don't need
                                      right now
all you need is a listener
not someone giving you a sermon
or some crazy, lofty advice
you need hands and arms to hold you
to drive the demons back to the night
so that you can feel safe again
oh believe me, this I have known!
and I know that half your pain
                                      right now
is that you do not feel safe here
I know how truly you feel alone
which is why I've come to you
I heard you calling through the dark
lay in my arms that will keep you warm
and I'll keep you safe from the night
cry until your heart's content
pour your pain onto the ground
let it drip from your fingertips
even if you don't make a sound
I won't whisper in your ear
I won't tell you what to believe
I won't say that God has a plan for you
I know how empty those things seem
All I want is to give to you
a place of safe and shelter
so that you can get what you need
                                          right now.
Nov 2015 · 194
Lead Me
Jayme M Yaroch Nov 2015
Lead me down the winding path
through the crowds out in the street
I am looking for my other
and I shall know him when we meet
how, you ask, I could not say
for I've never seen his face
it haunts my dreams every night
with strong visions of a place
we may not know each other now
but this heart knows not retreat
as I am looking for my other
and I will know him when we meet.
Nov 2015 · 243
Little Things
Jayme M Yaroch Nov 2015
When I wake up in the morning
the first thing I see is your eyes
I hear you giggle
then someone snores
and then we rise
Sometimes I'll make breakfast
most of the time I don't
since neither of us
are really breakfast people
but you still have your cereal
we'll watch your shows
and go to the park
some would call that a lazy day
but they're wrong
our days are strenuous
full of active adventure
because we'll build castles
and businesses
and lives together
the family that's not a family
but yet we are
because I love you
both of you
with all my heart
it was confusing for a while
this image we're taught
of what families look like
feel like
act like
and that's not us
no matter what
it'll never be us unless it's parody
we are exactly what we need
each other to be
doing all the little things
that make everything else
so terribly dear
even if this family
might not be a family
forever
I know that we have each other
today.
Nov 2015 · 254
FIGHT
Jayme M Yaroch Nov 2015
I start the fight
but it never finishes
and I don't know
if that's because
I don't let it go
or because you
just don't care
which if that's
the actual case
please let me know
so I can stop
fighting
with myself.
Nov 2015 · 332
Strength
Jayme M Yaroch Nov 2015
I am strong
I have to be
standing tall
so that others
can ease their burdens
even if for a little while
to give God room
for His good work
sometimes He makes us
heavy lifters
shifting the loads
for the meek and worthy
I feel sometimes
that this strength of mine
is a sentence
a punishment for past crimes
for which I understand
I have not always been good
I have not always been kind
I do not guard my tongue
as I ought to
and I do not follow the rules
I have been a liar
I have also cheated
I sin daily against my Father
and for this I do not question
why I must take these burdens
my worth in incalculable
but my worthiness is debatable
so I must be strong
strong in my body
in my spirit
in my very faithfulness
this trust
it is the source of my strength
for I trust in my God
and not in man
for man is weak
and I am weak
so I must be strong.
Sep 2015 · 271
I'm Here
Jayme M Yaroch Sep 2015
"I'm here."                                
So many different meanings
        in such a small sentence

I'm here      
I'm here for you                    
to be with you                  
to save you             
from the world                    
and yourself               

I'm here
                 to be a companion
                     a friend as you need
                          supporting, conversing
             and to go home
                         at the end of the night

I'm here
I stand here
       and this is where
I make my stand
            in this life and the next
                my strength will show

I'm here                                      
breathing and free and chained
struggling through the mess
of being who I want to be
     a duck with oil in its wings
wild and unable to fly

                                                                                          I'm here
                                                                             please help me!
                                                             I'm trapped in this place!
                                                                 The darkness closes in!
                                                             Save me from where I am
                                                               the hole I've dug myself

I'm here
I have arrived
to this place of your location
my presence is duly noted
and when I'm done here
                        I will leave

I'm here
I am here for you
  unasked and unashamed
always waiting  
footsteps beside yours
   to carry some of the burden

I am love      
I am a friend
I am strong  
I am alive    
I am lost      
I am motion
I am near    
    I am not-alone
I'm here.
Sep 2015 · 319
Gone
Jayme M Yaroch Sep 2015
Please
                               leave me a message
               if you like
I
        have gone away, where to I couldn't say
I don't know if I shall ever return here
it is not up to me any more, you see      
my ship has found this mighty captain       
who makes the plans, charts the course        
       and sails us straight and ever onward         
              as straight as our adventure allows for    
          you
          see
             it is not up to me where                 the winds
              may blow our sails, pushing our little ship
             toward bright horizons where dreams
               very certainly do come true.
Sep 2015 · 164
Untitled
Jayme M Yaroch Sep 2015
One step at a time
the journey always begins
not just a decision
but an action
and each action
is its own path
where do you send your soul
when it goes to travel them?
Aug 2015 · 255
Thank You
Jayme M Yaroch Aug 2015
You opened my eyes
so that I might see
and when I was not looking
                                     slowly you opened my heart
with your patient kindness
  and I remembered how to feel
You reminded me what it was like
to come home to someone
   to be talked to
      and listened to
            hugged and accompanied
whether cooking in the kitchen
                together
or watching some tv
         together
driving around town for work
                                 or not work
                 together
and I do not thank you for that
        I do not thank you
                  for your kindness
because I so dislike being right
         about people
and I am right about you
that despite all your intentions
whatever it is that they are
      I have been injured
  and the fault is ours
            together
you for not listening
when I was perfectly serious
and I for knowing what would come
                          and loving you anyway
how could I not love you?
       gentle, kind, patient, intelligent
with a fun-loving streak
and a soft spot for ice cream
dedicated to your dreams
because you still have them
and because of you
       now I don't
You reminded me
that no matter what is said
        in the end
the very soon end
     you will leave
and once more I will be alone
alone in this big room
full of your people
our people
together
and I do not thank you for that.
Aug 2015 · 319
Touch
Jayme M Yaroch Aug 2015
I never could admit
why I hated to be touched
recoiling in terror
or anger
like how dare you
****** the queen?
and I’m sure I knew why
but I kept it inside
so alone
and so afraid
because I knew
I knew I wanted it
so bad
to be loved
liked
held
and that the desire
stemmed from a need
a real need
to be grounded to this world
to hear a heartbeat under my ear
that was not my own
and know that I wasn’t alone
to feel the warmth of another
even through clothes
just a pressure on me
that is different from
all the pressures within
and I never wanted to need that
because I provide for myself
because I can’t need people
because they will leave me
right?
and I can only count on myself
to save me
right?
RIGHT?
wrong.
Jul 2015 · 218
Trapped
Jayme M Yaroch Jul 2015
trapped within
so much inside of me
but I only hold it in
push it down
cover it up
there's nothing to see here
move along
confusing myself
twisted memories
am I creative
or just evil
is there art
lost in my hands
disconnected from the brain
by my pushing
it's a trap
trapped inside of me
and I don't know how
to let it out.
Jul 2015 · 315
Tonight
Jayme M Yaroch Jul 2015
Just for tonight
I want the moon
The smooth silvery light
A wash of gray
I feel on my skin
So beautiful
I am beautiful in that light
Perfect in darkness
Lit by the heavens
Jul 2015 · 431
Ticked
Jayme M Yaroch Jul 2015
The ticking of clocks
has always ticked me off
the sound of life fading
drifting away
on the sea of time
racing hearts against it
useless like the broken shore
unable to receive a ship
a religion of adherence
to linear time-space
worshiping that clock
like the end all be all
of how our lives operate
when everyone knows
time is relative
especially if
you're on the wrong side
of the bathroom door.
Jun 2015 · 681
Mechanisms
Jayme M Yaroch Jun 2015
Mechanisms
cogs, wheels, clocks
large turning gears
a clatter and a clang
such industrious workings
springs, locks, pins
together acting as a whole
replacing a human element
that was unreliable before
making things better
allowing life to go on
which is all well and good
until it's a coping              
mechanism
that you need
because yours
has broken down
and the store sign
only says
PARTS OUT OF STOCK.
Jun 2015 · 281
Let It Be
Jayme M Yaroch Jun 2015
I know the keys to happiness
lie never far away
I know they unlock all the doors
so I don't have to stay
I'm not trapped within a rut
I don't have to be alone
There's so much I can really be
I just have to get it done

Pushing everything aside
discovering a why
That dream that drives us to go on
the one that gets us by
I've had some real amazing dreams
but the flaw in them was me
I did not know the trick to life
was just to let them be

Even then that wouldn't work
for I am not the driver
of waking dreams that torture me
on which I can't deliver
My dreams need more than I can do
here all by myself
Dreams that come with families
now hidden on a shelf

There is no use in dreaming dreams
that never will come true
Though I'm told that they will if I
just get out there and do
It seems far-fetched and rather simple
I don't know what to believe
All I want is fewer worries
just a bit of a reprieve

Sick of waiting on something big
being passive to the flow
'actions speak louder than words'
a mantra that I know
so my why is in two parts
part need and part desire
the house is money I need to pay
but his faith it lights my fire

Darkness could swallow him alive
yet not extinguish that great light
his soul burns hard enough to prove
he knows which way is right
I've struggled hard against the mold
fought long to break away
but like the moth drawn to the flame
I am here to stay

Eyes on my heart know it all
every crack and every seam
gentle words of a gentle man
a man made out of dreams
his bright dreams and driving tone
set cadence to us all
mentoring, protecting too
when I'm up against the wall

So selfish it is to want for him
and give what wasn't asked
a home and heart and helping hands
sanctuary that will last
to work for him in many ways
I would not do for me
but I can't forget the simple rule
**'let each situation be.'
"The key to happiness is letting each situation be what it is instead of what you think it should be." - Mandy Hale

Just a bit personal, perhaps a little strange, but sorely needed.
Jun 2015 · 933
Pride
Jayme M Yaroch Jun 2015
You by yourself
can do nothing alone
in pride you fall
confidence undone
no one is an island
silly to think so
frustration awaits
if you don't let pride go.
May 2015 · 1.2k
Bloom
Jayme M Yaroch May 2015
Love
The only flower
that blooms in adversity
taking root    in barren soil
surviving malnourished
and sometimes
flourishes
yet
and yet
                   with      all this
it can
still
wither.
May 2015 · 4.8k
Affirmations
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.
May 2015 · 610
fear.
Jayme M Yaroch May 2015
the cold wind blows
across the fragile pieces of a heart
              shattered by the hardness
                                     of your hand.
May 2015 · 501
A Truth Hard To Bear
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.
May 2015 · 768
Brainwashing
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'
*******.
May 2015 · 233
Just Some Feelings
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?
May 2015 · 208
Memories
Jayme M Yaroch May 2015
I listen to the music
tears in my eyes
when that song plays
the one from your funeral

I sit there and I miss you
listening to the melody
as though it were your voice
and I could hear you laugh again

I'll never forget the day we met
or the things you said to me
my very first friend
a protector in a new home
and I've had quite a few of those

I remember the shade of the tree
where we would eat our lunches
picking at the grass
and singing show tunes
days that must belong
to someone else

I'll never know if your son
would play with my daughter
or if, as in your dreams
I had married your brother
Maybe it would have been as you wanted
but now we'll never know

I lost so much more
than you that day
but the only thing I have lost since
are the memories we shared
Oh sister, how I've missed you!

I have a few pictures
Though back then cameras were scarce
I've saved them in a box
along with all our letters
Those child's dreams
put to paper so eloquently
so blunt and honest
They bring a smile to my face
but it never reaches my eyes
May 2015 · 236
Alive
Jayme M Yaroch May 2015
Listen to the desolation
It whispers the solution
Silence is the answer
When the answer is gone
Gold falls from the sky
Every day when the sun comes up
Never as alone as you think
With eyes watching you live
Smiling with pride and love
Even if you ignore them
Hear the whole world again
See the mountains clearly
And then you simply move them
Live deeper and speak sweeter
Give each day everything you have
With no regrets
And breathe in the heart of the world
To fill you with the scent of roses
The sound of the sea on the wind
And simply let yourself be ALIVE.
May 2015 · 274
Drip
Jayme M Yaroch May 2015
All
it
takes
is a single
RAINDROP
to inspire
life
May 2015 · 672
Who, You?
Jayme M Yaroch May 2015
How do you explain to people
that every so often
and more than you'd like
there is no way to recover
who you used to be
and so you have to re-create
who you are
from the ashes and debris
of whatever you were
five minutes before?
May 2015 · 356
Fateful Paths
Jayme M Yaroch May 2015
Ah!  Fate we meet again
The first time                  
for the last time!            
             Just kidding!
                              But seriously
                                     would you like to play a game?
                                   It was Fate that brought us
                                  to this little known vale
                                           over wild forested hills
                                       through the harshest gale
                                                 twists and turns
                                  as life is wont to provide
                an assist to Fate's great amusement
                                             another way to trip us up
                      throw us together
                         perhaps forever
                       always held back
               by our own obstacles
                               if one path is blocked by roots
                  then the other is on fire
              so we climb the trees
                    ease out on the branches
                         going on our separate ways
                                                   one path to another as we see
                                  the clearness of them
                           and they are none the same
                    for all of us
                            despite our traveling them together
                  if for just a while
                  quickly we go
                        as we see our escapes
                                   drop down to the loam
race away from the track
            never knowing it was still
                                            our path
                                                     the only path we knew
                                   the only one we could ever know
                   so many interconnected ways
all of them watched by Fate          
just waiting for us                          
simply, silently, waiting              
for us to look at the trials              
tribulations in our path
                 to lose all our heart
                                to stop the race
to sit down
and to die        
                                      for that is how it happens
           dear children
                          when we stop carrying on
                            perhaps it is not a loss of heart
                        not in the end
                             perhaps it is weariness
                               when this is no longer a game
                           and seeing Fate as an old friend
whose hand we reach for
even as the lights grow dim
when there is nothing left to run from
or to run towards
when all has finally come to peace
                                     a peace of our own making
a treaty with Fate
because in them we have trusted      
by their very inevitability          
     that our paths will cross again.
May 2015 · 643
Fridge Magnets
Jayme M Yaroch May 2015
here
there  
              here
from this we can      
look last                            
  as first        
again                                  
before I met you        
       taking you in
                        your eyes
I'm what's off        
       we must be out
in          dreams
       a drink
               of night
          or is it?
Apr 2015 · 299
Comedy and Games
Jayme M Yaroch Apr 2015
It's just an act
a routine on a stage
full of jokes
and humor
where the mike is live
and an audience awaits
waiting on something
oh, that's right
they're waiting for me
this is my stage
my game show
and I'm the comedian.
Jan 2015 · 377
I Woke Up Today
Jayme M Yaroch Jan 2015
I woke up today
opening my eyes
to my room
I roll over
to unoccupied space
in a queen sized bed
scooting over it
and swinging my legs
off the side of the bed
onto the floor
so cold
shuffling into the bathroom
just a morning toilette
teeth brushed
vitamins taken
face washed
everything in its place
and yet still
there's something missing
confusion begins
to tickle my mind
so I hurry
ignoring the whisper
in the clutter
going into the hall
to the kitchen
for my breakfast
but its strange here too
too quiet
so cold
I grab something from the fridge
that I can eat on the way to work
hurrying away
from the silent echo
of this house
but it's just the same
when I come back
empty in its fullness
for everything I own
is in its place
perfectly arranged
like it's always been
and yet
it's still there
the emptiness
sort of like an ache
when I work out too hard
which reminds me
with purpose I go into my room
and grab my sneakers
I'm trying too hard
not to notice it
but when I sit down on the bed
I know
I know what it is
that's haunting me
an empty ghost
in a house full of me
just me
only me
alone
a single tear
the only evidence of the flood
that is closed in my throat
and I finish tying my shoes
dashing the tear from my face
with a hasty hand
that grabs the keys
closes the door
locks it
and then I run
I run hard into the street
down the sidewalk
past the neighbors
the children playing
the cars and the noise
I leave it all behind
heading for the place
that soothes me
enclosed in the trees of the park
I can think
but today
I'm not thinking
I'm feeling
feeling the hole
where my life used to be
when I was fulfilled
with what I was doing
and it was enough
but now
it's like I was cut
opened up
scooped out
left hollow
and that hollow spot
leaves an ache
that feels a lot
like loneliness
like a full house
of just me
like a made bed
with no one else in it
today I woke
to a small life
a life that is mine
and only mine
haunted by a ghost
a silent dream
and the unmade memories
of [you].
Dec 2014 · 411
Need.
Jayme M Yaroch Dec 2014
I will always need you
More than you will need me
To me you are the air
And sanity
A conscience that sees clearly
When everything I view
Is shrouded in confusion
Your touch can heal
No matter what ails me
Though mostly what ails me
Is you
The words you speak
Are always pleasing
Because to me
Everything you are
Is wonderful
Perfection without the weight
Of feeling perfect yourself
Strong when all are weak
Powerful in the gentlest of ways
You are a light in the darkness
Even to those who do not seek you
All who know you
They love you
And much like me
They will follow you to the ends of the world
Or to the bitter end
Some of them will need you
For a time
Most will want you
For always
And while they claim your eyes
Your heart
Your hands
I stand aside
Even though the truth is
I will always want you
Without fail or caveat
Because I love you
More than I can even comprehend
the power that love holds on me
It is a binding of my soul
A bond that is one-sided
Painfully one-sided
That proves to me
that I need you
That I will always need you
And always
More
than you
need
Me.
Oct 2014 · 321
Ghosts
Jayme M Yaroch Oct 2014
It is as if the ghosts of my past
have wandered in
speaking only in whispers
too faint to understand
too loud to drown out

I wonder why they came to call?

Did I mistakenly
conjour them
stirring a settled darkness
best not meddled with?

Came they
of their own volition
knocking, crying
Nevermore?

Haha.
No
this is not fiction
these ghosts are real
old companions
though I would not
call them friends

Indeed
for they are enemies neither
simply parts of me
broken from the whole
conscious
and without souls

Memories gone nightmare
forged through a flame
Lit hot by shame
and all the other bad feelings
Which gave birth to these
abominations of spirit

They know me
the me lost to time
and the mercy of weak memories
in those around me
a side-effect of a forgiving heart
It is the only thing
that makes these ghosts
so unique:  they do not forget.

Nor should they
and I should be grateful
for such vivid reminders
but I confess
I am not

Like so many
I simply wish to forget
but that is not possible
not practical
that shame holds lessons
valuable as they are painful
ignorance may be bliss
But at such a heavy cost...

I do not know if I am ready
to pay it.
Oct 2014 · 343
Are you happy?
Jayme M Yaroch Oct 2014
I was hanging out
with friends
A regular Saturday
of yesteryear
Just like we used to have
A strange conversation
Began there
One that pointed out
How much I have really seen
Of this world
How open I am
Aware
And it was good
Things were said
That needed to be said
Burdens unloaded
A good time
But at the end of the night
Before I left
My friend asked
If I was happy

Such an unexpected question
I stopped for a moment
Though any pause
Always seems suspect
When one is in possession
Of a sharp wit

He clapped me on the shoulder
The drink still in him
Though he is a rather jolly fellow
And he said
That was a bit unfair of me

And all I could do
Was nod
Because what would I say?
I'm not happy
Even though my life
Is satisfactory
Do I own the truth
The wretched
Horrid
Truth?

Is it even acceptable
To give my burdens
My worries
My sadness
To someone?
Especially a good friend
Whose life is full of good?

I can't do that
I couldn't give him
Even a real hint
of the depth
Of my misery
There is no hope
For my void
I have loved
Only to lose
And I have lost
Faith

How could I express
That?
That the intelligent
Interesting
Comical
Flirtatious
Enigmatic
Mysterious
­Wonderful person
As he said
Who is so strong
She makes mountains move
Without effort
Could possibly
be dying
of loneliness?

Because it is killing me
First I tried the drink
And since that has failed
I have nowhere
to hide these feelings
Before I could have lied
Because I would have believed it
That I ached inside from the poison
Not the hollowness
Of being alone

I could not tell
One of my oldest friends
That I am so unhappy
Because in telling
My misery would be worse.

I don't need to be told
That my misery is pointless
That I should be happy
Regardless
Save your breath
I have no interest in listening
to what makes only you
Happy
As your 'advice' is self serving
And worthless to someone
As brilliant as me
Because I know just how wrong
That kind of faith is
A lie not worth repeating
Especially because
I have known love
In its rarity
I can't settle for less.
Aug 2014 · 337
To Me
Jayme M Yaroch Aug 2014
Dear Me,
I know it's been a long road
painful at every turn
full of things best called horrors
tragedy so young
so much to make up for
but look how far you've come!

You rode that wave of destiny
rode it like it was yours
and it was!
nothing ever held you back
or gave you a moment's pause
every stumble
or stagger
every time you came to your knees
you rose
and you rose above it all

Every moment you suffered
each time you felt the sting
of another loss
you changed the fates
and built yourself a ship
to sail those rough waters
crafted of experience and dreams
the canvas loosed to the winds
of change
pointing the prow towards
a glittering, brilliant future
you took it in both hands
and breathed your strength into it.

I am so proud of you
of every success
because nothing was given
you made it all happen
through knowledge
learning
determination
oh what determination you have!
always you have moved mountains
and parted the seas
a guiding light for the paths of others
an ear
a voice
urging them to carry on
for you have forged the way

So much was asked of you
without a tool to help
demanded, really, that you lead
that you make everything be alright
in the end
No one could stop you
and goodness did they try!
Every time you found the new bottom
you soared into a new height
always better then you had ever been
never taking it for granted

It is a gift in you
all of this you can do
and nothing is beyond your power
nothing beyond your reach
not everyone has this gift
possibly the most painful truth
terrible to watch them sit aside
the apathy of failure
unwilling to change
because change is scary
and why should the world be scary?

But it is, and you always knew that
fear was not something you allowed yourself
for fear is really pain
the literal mindkiller
causing stagnation and frustration
even in those who want to change
but only seek a few options
to bring it about
not you
to you, everything is possible
there is nothing that can't be fixed
no problem so insurmountable
that you would simply sit there with it
it is not your way.

And I want you to remember that
because life never gets any easier
you will grow older
you will forget some things you had learned
because sometimes
you throw out the baby
with the bathwater
and you are better than that
you are better than all of this
this silly life that people fret over
how seriously they take it!
and how strange that they do!
who of us will make it out of this life
alive?

So keep to your strength
never leave your determination
seek new challenges
always holding out a hand behind you
to help others on their way
even if their way
is not the way you are going
you still pick them up
as you always have
building them up
as you were built up
because I know you did not do this alone
you are never alone
someone helped you to become
everything you are
and you owe it to everyone else
to help them now

That is what will make this world great
and you great
greater than you are even now
nothing can stop you
except you
so don't forget
you are better than that.
Jul 2014 · 354
Remember
Jayme M Yaroch Jul 2014
Maybe some day
I will stop hating myself
for everything I did to you
since time has obviously erased
what you did to me
at least there has been enough time for that
enough time for me to remember
only the happy things
not the miserable things
to look at the shape of your hands
in a picture
and remember things that have nothing to do
with what I'm even doing here
in my house
thousands of miles away
trying so hard not to remember
and yet to keep in my mind
everything that drove us apart
that led to you
hating me
hating you
and hating everything
I remember hating how I knew
that I knew it would never really last
because we were too young
too serious
and I was trying too hard
to build a life when I did not even have one
there was so much I didn't know back then
I didn't know
that with you
it would be impossible to go back
to whoever I was before
because when I filled my cracks with gold
some of that metal was you

I still hear your heartbeat
in my dreamings
I wake up with the sense
that I am not alone in my room
my body remembers you so well
how it felt to lie near you
to hear your voice
how can I remember its sound
when I have not heard it in years?

I know you would go with me
to this strange thing called Dagorhir
that it would make something in you
come alive
maybe that's why I was afraid
you might be there
that you too had discovered this thing
and we would be forced to be near each other
and I would make myself a fool
either for trying to hate you and failing
or to still love you

I want to say I don't know if I do
I want that lie
maybe I need it
but it's still nothing
but a lie
I don't stop loving people
I never have
and you took up so much of my love
that I'm still finding it in odd places
picking it up, dusting it off
and painfully adding it
to the collection once more

It's because I'm not free of you
everyone I know is still in contact
with you
social media's triumph at its finest
and I say nothing
other than it is strange
because I don't tell people
who to be friends with
Besides, I'd be shocked if they didn't think
our whole problem
was anything other than me
because I was the problem

You made mistakes too
but not problems
and mistakes are normal
while what I did was not
but I have never been close to normal
and I should have known better
I should have behaved better
and I have only paltry excuses
that make me ashamed even more
so I will not say them

For a while
I tried to be injured
but I think I always listed your faults
with all of your virtues
because they are the same to me
sure, you drove me into madness
but if I'm honest
what hasn't?
I wanted to possess you
to own you
and I know now
those are the ideas
of a mad person
because even then
I refused to be owned
even if you already knew my soul

I remember how it was
with you
and how it is
without you
even if I can't remember
what it was
before you
I still remember
your heartbeat
your hands
your laugh
and your ideas
such beautiful ideas

and I'm sorry.  For everything.
May 2014 · 815
Dear Friend
Jayme M Yaroch May 2014
Dear friend
do, take a moment
though you are busy
what I have to say
may save your life

Dear friend
listen, just a while
for my heart is open
ready to give you aid
to save you from yourself

Dear friend
you must, there is no doubt
let go of all of this
it is hurting you
and I cannot stand your pain

Dear friend
I implore you
I'm begging you
listen to what I say
your struggle is in vain

Dear friend
let it go, let all of it go
these things you cling to
as though they too
needed you

Dear friend
do not believe their lies
these feelings you have
deep inside of you
will surely **** you

Dear friend,
believe me when I say
that these regrets are worthless
as was everything
which created them

Dear friend
release them to the wild
these bad habits of yours
you are not a nun
let these bad habits go!

Dear, dearest, faithful friend
know that I love you
in all your parts
because you are worthy
and should never be alone

Dear friend,
you are me
and I am you
we are one
in this together

Dear friend
one last time
I will ask that you hear me
for it will soon be too late
and you will be gone

Forever.
May 2014 · 336
No mere mortal
Jayme M Yaroch May 2014
It is often said
that I have ascended
beyond the lands of men
beyond anything that can be touched
I do not say this
I don't have to
it is in my eyes
the words I breathe
my very gestures and expressions
I have strength
too much to count
strength of heart
will and determination
justice, honor, dignity
confidence
I am beautiful
successful
warm and welcoming
even to the most grievous of sinners
for we are all the same in my eyes
yet we are not
I will shelter the weak
succor the weary
defend those who cannot defend themselves
My eyes
they burn with an intelligence
yet sparkle with mirth
a knowing mind that understands
the follies of man
frailties of spirit
which lead down dark paths
I have been that being
lost and forsaken
terrified of anything
which was not suffering like me
it is hard to leave behind
for that fear is an addiction
but I am strong
no mere mortal
casting this shadow upon the ground
regal with grace and patience
dignified in quiet understanding
that does not assume
and will never demand
I do not have to.
May 2014 · 336
Working
Jayme M Yaroch May 2014
Lonely people searching lonely faces
Seldom finding what they need
Always walking never sitting
Ceaseless in their misery
You watch them as they idle past
Their eyes cast to the floor
Once again you ignore their cry
As you move swiftly for the door
Everyone wants a perfect world
Where nothing is ever hard
All they want are pleasant things
Ignoring all the endless pain
I say stop this strange insanity
Let go that awful past you hold
For when your hands are finally free
You can begin to work upon the world
Build it beautiful, build it bright
With everything you've ever dreamed
Because that's why we dream our dreams
So that we have the blueprints of life
c. 2009
May 2014 · 390
The Little Things
Jayme M Yaroch May 2014
A knock on the door                            
Sounds in the hall                                              
Footsteps upstairs                          
when you know you are alone
                     A voice you know
                                and cannot place
Half-forgotten faces  
A brief touch  
        The smells
                              Sometimes it's the
      little things
                 that bring back
                             so much.
May 2014 · 270
Let me
Jayme M Yaroch May 2014
Let me love you!
To care for you
value you
and everything you do
To be happy in your presence
finding joy in your smiles
Please
let me wash away the hurts
and ease your pains
to help you
support you
always
because that's what love is
friendship
kinship
someone to turn to
when the world seems so lonely

Let me love you
because I want to
because it requires nothing
from you
I don't want anything from you
that's not why I love
I do it
because I am love
living breathing love
and all I want to
is love you
all of you
all the flaws
terrors, horrors, nightmares
you have been
the joys and wonders
that comprise your being

Let me love you
as I was meant to
quietly
shyly
unobtrusively
a warmth
that simply is
and don't worry
I want nothing
from you
except that you
be you
in all that you are
because who you are
is someone worth loving.
Mar 2014 · 189
Untitled
Jayme M Yaroch Mar 2014
You can't go back
it won't be the same
not because it's changed
but because you have.
Mar 2014 · 281
Selfish
Jayme M Yaroch Mar 2014
I don't think I'll ever understand    
why I am the way I think I am    
or where this face came from    
the one I wear for everyone    
so full of joy and energy    
when did I learn to lie so well?    
I have always been a terrible liar    
but now, you believe everything    
or maybe you just don't want to    
see all the things wrong with me    
because I can't be selfish    
I won't take away from you    
just because I don't have it    
    
But no one ever sees    
the truth about me    
it's not in my eyes    
or on my lips    
no clues to be had    
just a smile when I'm there    
and a few tears when I'm here    
because while here is far away    
nothing could be further    
than the loneliness I feel    
having to watch you    
be happy    
    
And I'm happy for you    
and the life ahead of you    
but my jealousy is slipping    
someone is bound to catch on    
to this selfishness    
because it is selfish    
to want something like that    
to believe that I deserve    
such an amazing miracle    
after all the sin    
and hate    
and awful that I've been    
in this short life    

Terrible people don't deserve    
happy endings    
and I am a terrible person    
I hate    
I judge    
I have betrayed    
and I have wounded    
where no apology could salve    
no repentance can save    
such a terrible person as I    
for all the love given to me    
I still want more    
I want THAT love    
to be selfless for another    
a commitment of eternity    
hands and heartbeats    
a life lived together    
for each other    
a real love    
the only love    
I have never known.
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