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 Jun 2014 Jerry
SM
Selfish
 Jun 2014 Jerry
SM
Selfish needs
holding on
to old words
What could they ever mean now

Selfish deeds
to justify staying the night
by your side
What more could become of this

Selfish love
I am to blame
 Jun 2014 Jerry
SM
Alive
 Jun 2014 Jerry
SM
If I choose to be awake
during the early hours of dawn
it is only so
I can stand before the morning sun
feel the warmth and light run through my veins
awaking me internally
and to remind me
how wonderful it is
to be alive
 Jun 2014 Jerry
Margot Nuclear
REM
 Jun 2014 Jerry
Margot Nuclear
REM
It's absurd to me
that you still
feel like home to me
how can you haunt my dreams and mind?
how can you dare to touch me there
when you've been gone all this time?

how can I get away from this.
 Jun 2014 Jerry
Margot Nuclear
I                          STILL                          LOVE   ­                         YOU
why
 May 2014 Jerry
llyana
All i can see is black and white
  Tried to get up on my knees and fight
           Searching for a ray of light
     Before i completely lose my sight


   All I know is that I keep on running
   It was a long long road of dreaming
       But something inside my head
                        is screaming
      That maybe I should stop hiding


          I took another step and then
                   the light comes in
    Maybe It's not too late for me begin
              I'll face every battle and
                     i'm sure i'll win
        Because althroughout, to Him,
                          I will lean.
There are times that we feel lost. We dont know ourselves. We keep on searching for things we dont know. Our world seems empty, no color, just black and white. That's the time we look up on Him. And He will show us the light. He'll give us courage to face anyone or anything :)
 May 2014 Jerry
Gabrielle Diaz
My words feed from the flesh
that gives them strength, my pain

I let the writer in me die,
suffocated by my joy

In a world of sunshine
still the darkness creeps in

It is so frigid in the shade

When all have turned away
from the lifeless poet,
her fingers twitch at last

Reborn to pour her soul
onto paper with words
whether blissful or wretched

She awakens.
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