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Jayme M Yaroch Oct 2011
I dream a lot
I sit thinking about the
'could be'                                        
I wonder where I would     go
                        Why I'd want to go there
                                           Who I'd want to go with
         I spend a lot of time        thinking
Almost as much as doing            
I have these dreams  
you see      
Darkly festering          in my mind
Full of bright beauty 
Crammed                        
              in such a tight space
            There are a lot of them in there
                   Each one                  tantalizing
special                         ­     
              I cherish all the memories
                                                        ­       I have never made
                                  So much
                                                            ­  that letting them go
   Is painful
I want pretty autumn picnics            
                 With fried chicken                 and cupcakes                          
A quiet party      with board games                            
I dream of a Christmas                                
Where I am Mrs. Claus                      
My kids opening presents
I want a stolen kiss                                                        
Pres­sed up against the wall                                                             ­               
I want a garden                                                           ­                                             
With a cherry tree                                                             ­                       
So that I can stand in the petals                                                           ­                 
When they fall   in the spring                                                           ­                   
I dream     an awful lot                            
Of having someone around                    
Who is as strong   as I am          
On the inside                              
            Who loves me       fully    
      And wants to hold     me                    
I dream these dreams            
With a lonely heart                                
I've tried and I've tried          
                                                                ­           And I'll try till I'm dead                                                          
Bu­t I can never seem to make it work
They don't light my fire            
Even if they make me          simmer        
                     They never     sparked      my    imagination      
Or gave life to my dreams
These precious       waiting       memories          
Right now these dreams                are all I've got                  
And so
     I'll probably think  
about them              
             a lot.
Jayme M Yaroch Jan 2018
I died without you
and we can start the story there
because
when you're dead
there's only the backstory
the tragic truths no one wanted
especially when you were alive

And the strangest things
happen when you're dead
that floaty wonder
almost like wings
but then you have that sinking feeling
that lived in your belly
while you still drew breath

A painful breath
one after another
dying for so long
that death isn't even a relief
it's just death
one state to another
because there are some things
that outlast death
and this is one of them

I died without you
not because I was too young
dying before my time
killed in some way
by your action or inaction
stolen like spring on the first morn of summer
No, that did not happen
for I died when I was old
wrinkled and jaded
a life lived long
too long
just long enough
to understand
why it was alone.
Jayme M Yaroch Oct 2011
I don't know how this came to be
How I forgot myself in your eyes
Something happened after I left that day
That made all of the good things vanish
Or is this my illusion?

You said you cared and I believed
What is wrong with me?!
How could I forget who you really are
So fickle and indecisive
Unable to face up to what you feel
Though what it is I'm not entirely sure
That you even know

I listened to you, even after you were gone
I listened so hard that I changed
I understood things I hadn't before
I grew up
Every day I would hear your voice
Chastising, lecturing
And still you were right
About everything
So I changed, and I learned, and I listened.

Then you couldn't let me go
I was content to smile at you
To talk to you
To be friends once more
But then you kissed me
And all of that easy complacency
Was out the door
It was wild, and it was fun
And I'd never take it back
Because no matter what you say
I know how you feel
Even if you won't admit it

I listened to the words you said
And the ones that you didn't
I listened when you would start to speak
And I listened when there was silence
I have been listening to you
Because you asked me to
But I didn't change for you
I changed for me
To be happier, brighter, bubbly
To find myself again
To do it I had to listen
And you were right, all along
Why can't you see that?
I changed, and I learned, and I listened.

Didn't you hear me?
I LISTENED
Jayme M Yaroch Sep 2011
I can't hold these lips still
Oh why won't they stop?
They say these things for me
Incessantly moving alone
Leaving my senses behind
Because I am afraid of the silence
And what that silence means
I am afraid of not saying enough
Regretting saying too much
There is never enough time
To make up for parted words
They slice and they cut
Making others flinch and bleed
But the silence suffocates me
I am afraid of it
So I fill it
I fill it with my words, my opinions
I taught myself how to do this
So that I would not die
But there is no harm in silence
It cannot hurt me
Not as much as my words can
So I'll stop
I'll let it go
I think I can walk away
But I'll probably just be talking to myself
I'm going to become jealous
Selfish of my words
Perhaps when used sparingly
They will do me justice
The justice of a sharp mind
Constantly dulled by careless speaking
I'm a stranger to this quiet
But I will become a native of this silence.
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.
Jayme M Yaroch Jul 2016
I must speak with you
on a matter most urget
it is of my heart
of the cloud settled there
my mistrust
the sheer uncertainty
of the hearts of those
nearest me
why can we not speak
except that I am wrong
when what is wrong with me
is how I am treated?
This was a mistake
all of it was foolish
how could I have let you in
so very far?
Don't I know better
than to let people near?
At this distance
there is no more distance
yet the chasm between
You and I
is immeasurable
I don't know how to fix it
If I let things go
nothing will change
but the changes I'm forcing
are terrifying
and I do not know
if they will make things better
or simply make them worse.
Jayme M Yaroch Sep 2011
I’m not cool
In fact, I’m rather awkward
I’ve lived a life
So interesting
That I hide it from the world
I can’t share who I am
I hardly know what I am
Crazy
Ambidextrous
I love to lip-sync
I randomly dance about
I can’t draw at all
I can’t sing a single note
I can’t really dance
Too fat
But with a pen I can do anything
Give me an inch
I’ll give you a mile
Take my hand
And I will show you a smile
I’m not perfect
I wouldn’t want to be
I am not what was wanted
Or what was expected
I’m so deep into life
That I have no hope
A future obscured
Only what I can make for myself
Truly, it is easier this way
Not easy, but at least I know
I don’t have to wonder
if I can love
But my attachment is stronger
Too strong, too much
I hate my romantic side
I wanted a fairy tale
Too bad they were tragedies
And this is my life
It is what I’ve made it
I wanted so badly
To kiss a pair of lips
Who wanted to kiss mine
To run hands over his shoulders
Feel his fingers on my hip
Pulling me closer
Unable to let me go
I wanted a smile
That reached my eyes
I wanted to fill
What was empty inside
I didn’t need someone
I needed the love
If I could do it alone
You know I would
But I can’t
That’s why that hole is in us
So that we have to fill it
Oh tragedy!
Too much
Too late
I’m never enough
This is harsh Fate
Nothing can change
Nothing can alter
What life deems is ours
Except our hearts
They can change
When I did suffer
Was it enough?
To learn what was
In my heart?
Now this only reminds me of dreams
Moments that were lost
I could have hated dreams
Instead I ran away
Be gone, Hope!
Don’t call for me
Or bother me again
I‘ll forget these dreams
Eventually
And these thousand words
Hidden in a poem
Which will heal my heart
But Hope, you can keep that soul
I’ve no need of it
Hell is where I belong
The Devil can negotiate with you
To get it back
I’m sure He’s interested
Now I’m off
To live my life quietly
Slowly
Alone
I’ll sing in my room
But never in the shower
It sounds awful
And you may laugh
Or perhaps sigh
But this is MY life
And I will be happy
In spite of everything
I will be HAPPY
And I have so much more to say
I won’t wait anymore
No one will care to read this
I’m no artist, or poet
This poem *****, but it’s mine
And I think it’s beautiful
Honest
Strange
Without structure
Hardly unpredictable
Though you must have an open mind
To read it
It took too long
To get to the point
You got lost
You’re not even here
Then again
Were you ever?
Are any of us?
I’ve lost myself
I’ve done it so many times
I now know where to look
But maybe I don’t want to
Maybe I won’t
Perhaps I’ll go on
Lifeless
Soulless
But never heartless
No, I can feel it beating
Painful, painful beating
As though it too gave up
And now just does the motions
crying
Why did my new life
Begin when my courage failed?
I can’t live on just dreams
I can’t live a fantasy
I want a reality
I want a life lived hard
Fully
Breathlessly
So I’m going to go see you
Whoever you are
And tell you
How I feel
And then leave you be
To think about what you would have said
But you can’t say anything now
And that’s ok
I kind of deserve it
For all the hearts I’ve broken
To never know your words
I need to pass this by
But Hope needs to stop
Flagging me down
I’ll offer it the lead
Because there is really nothing I can do
Except tie up loose ends
Because I’m moving away
Going forward
I’m going on an adventure
Come if you like, friend
But I have to go
I won’t stop now
I can’t, and I shouldn’t
I will walk the miles
I will find who I want to be
Because I already have myself
I’ll take this sham of a heart
This unrequited dream
I’ll kiss this goodbye
Before I go
Just to say I did
Because I understand
That life is sometimes unfair
That dreams are born to die
Sometimes to die with us
But it never had to end this way
This is my fault
It always is
I fell
I loved
I failed
I cried
I tried
But it didn’t work
Maybe nothing works
Perhaps the truth will
But I know the truth
I won’t be surprised
I won’t expect anything
I can’t even hope
But I want to know
What it’s like
To kiss someone
Deeply, thoroughly
To hold them tightly as I do
I want to see the look in their eyes
As I say that shaken goodbye
Of all the loves
I will ever have
The one I did not take
I’ll regret the most
And it will be the only one
It’s the one love
That I didn’t have the faith
To try
I’m certainly a coward
I didn’t want to live without these things
But I have to
This is not a life
It’s a dream
I want to live with dreams
But not in a dream
I want love
With respect
Consideration
A future
I had no future here
Not really
My future is out there
It’s beyond the stars
Beyond any heartsick home
I’ve made here
Because life is full of these trials
And these errors
And sometimes it takes forever
Just like this poem
To tell us that
It’s ok to end
To begin again
Jayme M Yaroch Dec 2013
Love is such a funny thing
a hopeful dream
tingling when it's alive
and aching when it dies
why do we love?

We love for the loving
anyone who loves
just for their own happiness
does not know how to love
because love is on the outside

It is what we do for others
not what they do for us
we don't love for the perfections
it's the faults that bind us
because to love beyond them
is the truth of love

We love our own faults
all the little problems
wounds, cracks, holes
what makes us who we are
these become our tools to love

Of course
it should go without saying
that if you cannot love your faults
who you are inside
there will be no love
no happiness
at all.
Jayme M Yaroch Jan 2016
Echoing
silence                 ringing
             on cold ears
So loud
  but     there        is
                nothing
      Only          a    ­        hollow
emptiness
                               inside.
Jayme M Yaroch Jan 2018
PANIC
omgomgomgomgomg
no no no no
BREATHE
just breathe
NOPE LOL
there is no breathing
this is PANIC
blush, blush hard
oh yeah baby
burn in the fires of your own hell
WELCOME TO HELL *****
take up your anxiety and fears
that existential crushing guilt
for things you never did
it's all you never wanted!
it's all you're ever good for
you ****
tote those ******* around
until your arms ache
keep those knees up!
back straight!
just who do you think you are?
YOU'RE NOTHING
worthless
junk
waste of space, waste of time
this is all that you deserve
and you don't even deserve this much
here havealittlemore PANIC
wait did you just scream?
No, don't you dare scream!
how can you even do that?
give me back your breath!
that no longer belongs to you!
*****
WORTHLESS TRASH
PANIC OWNS YOU NOW
and it's all your fault!
you did this by being born!
you're just awful!
hey!!
HEY
hey wait a minute
what are you doing?
Who is that man and what are those
pills?
NO DON'T TAKE THAT
IT'LL MAKE YOU WORSE
I SWEAR IT
WOULD I EVER LIE TO YOU?
NO!
DON'T.
STOP.
Stop.
Sssst...o...ppp.....
................­............................
blink
oh?
OH
Oh my.
Hello.  This is your mind.
It's... it's been a while.
Hi.
...
.....
I just wanted to say....
umm....
thank you
for taking care of yourself.
...
.....
You're really quite special
I hope you know that
even if you don't feel it
just right now.
......
You are a warrior.
...
.....
and I love you.
Jayme M Yaroch Dec 2011
Lying awake          
Thinking things    
Terrible things      
Lonely things        
Forgotten things  
Feeling empty      
Cast aside              
Left alone              
Abandoned
Rolling over          
Still alone              
Hold yourself        
Slowly crying        
Leaking feelings  
Releasing pain      
Loneliness
Cold fear              
It catalyzes          
Opened eyes      
Realized dreams
Quick gasp        
               Awake.
This has insanely personal meaning to me, as I often go through this process.
Jayme M Yaroch Sep 2011
Raindrops
Huge, cold, wet
Splattering the ground
Splashing mud on my jeans
But I'm not moving
Not even a step
I'm waiting, you see
Waiting for you to let me in
To open the door
I won't go anywhere
I'll wait in the rain
The sunshine, the snow
Through fog and hail
And whatever else God can throw
Because I think I love you
No, I don't think
I know.
Jayme M Yaroch Sep 2011
A scream
A moan
A single creak on the rooftop
The rustle of fabric
The howl of the wind
A cricket sings a sad song of regret
Horns in the distance
A cacophony
The backdrop of living in the city
Silence
The stillness
So thick you could cut it with a knife
The jukebox
Sound of swallowing
And the stale old smell of beer
with a quick wash down the throat
Jayme M Yaroch Oct 2013
The sound my thoughts make
when I sit alone
is enough to make even a mute
SCREAM
with the agony of so much passion
such violence in the action
of having these ideas
but what do I do with them?
Nothing!  I do nothing!
I wait and I wait and it all comes to nothing
a nothing fitting of my inaction
all my passion dies before it is born
because of the silence left
between my dreams
this intrusive silence
pervasive even as I hate it
because it points out my iniquities
ever place I have ever gone wrong
I hate it
and I understand it
because it shapes me
makes me better
though I do not deserve it
Jayme M Yaroch Jul 2016
I see you, with those
Clear blue eyes
So sure and unsure
Angular face
Oh that slow grin
A charmer, you are
With your villain's beard
Quick with your hugs
And your kindness
So much passion in you
It can be frightening
But we all want to be seen
As strong
To be the hero
You are a hero
You are my hero
And you always will be.
Jayme M Yaroch Oct 2011
It is hard
To forget the ones who hurt you
To stand when they push you down
To dream when there is nothing
but darkness

It is hard
Listening to your intuition
Sharing yourself with another
Believing in a better tomorrow
regardless

It is hard
When no one will see you
When no one will speak to you
When no one will listen to you
as you cry

It is hard
To continue
To understand
To breathe
through the pain

It is hard
Because it is supposed to be hard
Because nothing worth having is easy
Because it tells you how important
it is to live

It is hard
But you are strong
And you can do this.
Jayme M Yaroch Aug 2013
I used to be a Hurrier
always ready to rush
and to rush others
but what for?
what did I accomplish
in all those hurried moments?
did my checklist even have a purpose?
and it wasn't enough, to rush
it wasn't enough to always be on time
ahead of time
as if I could conquer the ticking of the clock
Now, I can't bear the sound of clocks
a tangible reminder of my Hurrying
because being prompt
efficient
orderly
was not enough
I missed on life
I forgot the details
I lost friends
I lost myself
and while I haven't found me yet
at least now
I'm giving myself
the time to look.

It's not much
but it's enough.
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.
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].
Jayme M Yaroch Apr 2017
It's just a box
Something to put other things in
Storage, if you will
Of memories attached to the physical
And so we are attached
To what we put in the box
Enough that even in waking
It will haunt our dreams
It's just a box
Four walls, a top, a bottom
Some detail here and there
Not too terribly complex
It even comes with a split lid
So that everyone can see the view.
Jayme M Yaroch Oct 2017
Here!  Take this stick
They are coming for you
This is the fight of your life
you versus the lions
with naught but a stick in your hands
the distant roars a constant reminder
of the shadows in your memories
you cannot cry out for help
with an elephant on your chest
you can't even turn away
From the trainwreck of your life
drugged in a chemical cocktail
that your genes made for you
forced into your system
by little sensitive triggers
or really nothing much at all
a roller coaster you never wanted on
buckled in and you can't get out
you can't get out
you cant' escape the darkness
that closes in on your vision
or the racing of your heart
hammering and fluttering all at once
terrified that this is how you die
while also kind of excited
knowing that you are dead anyway
what is one day sooner?
it would be so easy
just a little slip and a bit of blood
or a quick trigger and a bullet
the brainpan goes squish
it would be so easy
to drop this stick and fall upon it
like some old fashiioned tale
I wish I could help you
to tell you that stick is really a wand
and you are capable of magic
with a flick of the wrist
you can start to change it all
that the lions are real
but they are very slow
with gums instead of teeth
that these shadows are only there
because you did not add light
they will recede and never leave
but they also won't have control
I wish I could help you
but all I can do
is remind you that what you hold
is not just a stick
and that you are not just sick
you are not your condition
but made of starstuff and determination
that you once had dreams too
and how much I love
the legacy of your heart
written in your eyes
pain and joy and compassion
I wish I could tell you that I too
learned to use that magic
that my lions became kittens
soft and sweet with just a little bite
and my shadows became shade
that I rest under when the world is too much
because it always will get that way
you will have good days
and bad days
and both are ok
it's not easy to wave that stick
it's not easy to roar back at the dark
this is the fight of your life
but you, and your life
are worth every swing
because you are perfect
and kind
and made of magic.
Jayme M Yaroch Jun 2013
Just for today
I'm going to let it all go
I won't put my hair up
and I'll lay in the grass
smelling the flowers in the air
no more worries
no more stress
Just for today
I'm going to rest
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?
Jayme M Yaroch Jan 2014
there are several keys
hanging over there
keys to jealousy, sadness, joy, mirth
they unlock the doors of this little room
a closet really
where you live

trapped by indecision
or bad decisions
going to places that only lead back here
taking the dark keys from the hook
going through portals
that should remain closed

why?
the keys to happiness are right there
hanging free and welcoming
gleaming brightly
glowing softly
all you have to do
is pick any one of them
and unlock the door
Jayme M Yaroch Aug 2017
Don't read between the lines
of the things that I say
for there is nothing there
but imaginary monsters
I have left nothing out
nor would I ever
for I value your honesty
as much as your loyalty
and as much as your love
I need all three to form trust
the basis of all that I do
for what would I be doing here
if I could not trust you
so believe me, my darling
when I say there's nothing more
but if you still insist on searching
I can promise that in the end
you will find what you seek
it will make you lonely
and it will not be 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.
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.
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.
Jayme M Yaroch Sep 2011
When life is good, life is very good.
On the other side
When it is not so good it can be very bad
Sometimes enough
To make you glad
When it is just alright

Do what makes it good
And life will follow
It is not the time
To sit and wallow
Find a friend
Or find a pen
Make all your words
Easy to swallow

For you never know
When you'll eat them
tomorrow.
Jayme M Yaroch Oct 2011
I go up
the down escalator
When no one is looking
I ride the elevator down
But walk up the stairs
With jazz hands

When it rains
Puddles are
A particular favorite
I don't bother to resist
And giggle madly
as I jump

When I get to my desk
In the cubicle maze
I happily do my work
While photos of my past
Taped in a formless collage
Are all around me

I could not conceive
Of building a future
Where the smiles of the past
Are forgotten
In the blur of necessity
Nothing is so important
As those smiles

So I play with my food
And draw outside the lines
I always talk to children
Trying to see through their eyes
Because I know
When they see the world
It looks so different from mine
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.
Jayme M Yaroch Sep 2011
How can I tell you
That one day it will be over
You will walk away
Even before you're a goner
That you will die
While you body still breathes
Dead on the inside
Dead with a heartbeat
How can I tell you
That this is your life
The one where you died
Before you took
The time to live
Jayme M Yaroch Sep 2011
Speaking loudly
Nothing to say
But they will say it all day
Without temper to the content
No care to who they offend
Ranting and raging
So much anger!
Why do they shout so loud
Never asking the question
But expecting an answer?
Jayme M Yaroch Sep 2011
Give heart to sadness
That slithers in madness
Hidden safe under ground
Beating so loud without a sound
Afraid of the sun it blinds the eyes
All that has been it will forever despise
Could not forgive for as long as it lived
Fast trapped in the cycle unable to give
With stiff beating heart turned harder than stone
When the two could not be then it remained one
Blind in the sea while cold feeling passes
It drifted to madness riddled with sadness
Unwilling to breathe with a heart so undone
It faded away as if never begun.
Jayme M Yaroch Oct 2011
Some of us are quiet lovers
Preferring warmth under covers
Fireplaces, fur, and hugs
Drinking from hot chocolate mugs

Some are wild and full of heat
Racing, sweating, never neat
Lively in activity
But hardly ever meant to be

Other still are calm and pure
Always in their love secure
Sitting at a breakfast nook
Reading papers or a book

Some are of romantic bent
But they have horrid temperament
Often weeping or a sigh
Lamenting as the love slips by

I prefer the honest lover
The kind that loves you like no other
An honest love that never ends
These best lovers are also friends
I think this is the final product.  I hope it makes sense!
Jayme M Yaroch Jan 2018
It took me by surprise
just how gone I am on you
the stars are in your eyes
the sun shines from your skin
silk in your voice fills my ears
I am so wholly enchanted
and you always look at me
as if I were made of magic
too.
Jayme M Yaroch Sep 2011
Taken in stride where no other bides
swift swelling of the heart
In beauty lives the fragile frame,
a ticking clock while the mind searches
in fruitless abandon

One moment in time, a false hope.
No home gone forsaken in what was offered
to lead way onto way and moving forward
Leak leisure as words fail
falling through cracks in the ceiling
Crawl away with sweet suffering smiles
burning inside with the prickly wonder that will not fade
To this minute, this very second yield nothing

Perfect in the resolution of these sentiments
to forbear with unanswered patience these cries of longing.
Feeding fear in endless wells of obscurity where shadows march in time
Bringing in them the full sorrow of an empty soul
There is no sunshine in the wind.

Howl for the mighty honor of being the loudest
Arrogance disguised as intelligence
a waltzing masque full of pretty ribbons and bourbon breath
No eyebrow raised this day
Not in any day that shades life lived fully.

Question not as others have this silent broken mind,
dwelling in the rank depths of ignorance and despair
No hope for the faithful, no pause for the weary.
This shallow life is a silent tragedy played on a stage full of Juliets
and souls are lost among the quickening heartbeats.
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.
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
Jayme M Yaroch Nov 2011
You say it so casually
"Mine."
As though by saying it
Then it is meant to be
You repeated it when I
Denied
For I fully know you are not
"Mine."
Our history forbids it
All sources say against it
How could we begin again
With everything left so unsaid
You still hurt
And still seek others
Then describe what you want
It's me
And you know it
And still want it
And want it to not be me
I'd say go **** yourself
But I wouldn't really mean it
In spite of your stupidity
And avowed non-commitment
I still love you
I'm willing to let you hurt me
Because when you leave
I want you to see this time
That under no circumstances
Did you tell the truth
When you said
"Mine."
Jayme M Yaroch Jan 2018
the minutes turn to hours
in the time that you are gone
a distant voice in the hall
my name in whispered dreams
no more than warm memory
creeping now as shadows
waiting to pounce
should I happen to turn away
or to forget.
Jayme M Yaroch Jul 2016
there are a good many things
to mistake in this world
but do not make the mistake
of mistaking my feelings
as being similar the the ones
of your own mistake.
Jayme M Yaroch Jan 2013
Oh succulent mushrooms
how I do love you!
Such a little hafling I am
eating my mushrooms
as though I too had hairy feet
Why anyone would you think
that you smell or taste like death
is beyond me
For in my experience
what tastes like death
often has that in its happening
meat cut up by the butcher's knife
The essence of the smell
and the best of all its scents, to be sure
I have smelled death, and the dead
And not just those perfumed in parlors
covered in the sweet-smelling powders
That is not death, it is a lie
death smells like shame and fear
of things that happened which I cannot imagine
death does not smell like earth
it never smells like life
mushrooms are of the dirt
and scent as such and more
of loam and forests and creatures alive
it smells like childhood and mud
mushrooms are not like death at all
death roams the light, taking and giving
with impunity
mushrooms are things of the dark
growing in the dampness of life
like little umbrellas against the world.
Jayme M Yaroch Oct 2011
Can anyone save us
Will anyone try
You must
We all must
But no one will stand
They all sit and moan
Wailing as things get worse
You must help them
To stand
Why me?
Why does it have to be me?
If not you
*Then who?
My
Jayme M Yaroch Dec 2011
My
Wind in the willows
Breathes on my skin
Beginnng to end
But an end to begin

Sounds on the breeze
Tickled my ears
Washed away stress
Relieved all my fears

Spinning in circles
For so long now
Wanted to stop
Just didn't know how

Pushed and pulled
I feel plucked and stuffed
So many wrong emotions
And I've had enough

I was looking for love
I had no clue
Did all of it wrong
It was keeping me blue

Wanted a new start
New life to mold
Yet running in circles
Is making me old

But I have seen
And knew all along
There's no new beginnings
And my end lives on.
Jayme M Yaroch Jan 2012
It was all my choice
The boys on the playground
Sweet kindergarten kisses
Which purchased for me
12 years of being hated

Still my choice
To give my own innocence
At fourteen
To someone
who could never love me

And my choice again
To become hard and thoughtless
When I saw no friends
No listening ears
And so I became careless

Always my choice
To pursue love offered
Even that which was unworthy
And abused my emotions
For more than two years

My choices, my life
I regret nothing
But that my closest do
Regretting for me
on my behalf

In the end
It will be my choices
That make me different
Which make me strong
And naive
But still my choice
Jayme M Yaroch Jan 2018
you are an open book
of folded and missing pages
you speak the truth
into swirls of thick smoke
with a challenge in your eyes
and kindness on your tongue
Jayme M Yaroch Oct 2013
It is all for naught, I say
this push and pull
the lies and the promises
all for naught!

It has given nothing
and takes things when it leaves
hidden things
secrets and dreams

why so cruel, hope?
why must you be so cruel?
'Tis all for naught
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.
New
Jayme M Yaroch May 2017
New
You are the thaw
which       turns my
                             winter
             into spring
    a gentle voice
       the warmest breeze
   to blow away
                my frost
           and make
the blossoms
grow.
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