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Jessie Jul 2013
Why can't somebody tell me
"I'm sorry that he's dead."
Says it all
Jessie Jul 2013
With a face like that, oh so set in stone,
it is no wonder that he is alone.
He is a tunnel filled with secrets
and I just yearn to explore.

If he wants me so, he ought to know to
chip off the stone until his real face shows through.
He is a Mona Lisa painting
and I'm begging for a smile.

What I request is really not that much
just reveal to me your dreams and such.
He is a scared bird, trusting no one
and I want to make him fly.
One of the many super old poems I found in my old notebook.
Jessie Jul 2013
We refused to sit
until they brought us our own table.
I ended up sitting next to you
something I hadn't done in a while.
But we both gave a smile,
with a friendly-stranger hello.

There's a picture of all of us.
I am tilted face down, but
not from sadness this time.
We all had on different faces
I hope that photo never erases.

Because we took the world and made sure to stand
until they brought us our own table.
One of the many super old poems I found in my old notebook.
Jessie Jul 2013
Any relation is translation for complication
of the heart
You looked around and then you found
a place that is in the dark
You did not care of the burden to bear
from sharing a hollow one
But a heart is a heart and right from the start
it felt like what's done is done
And so I say time is taking me away
and I am growing older
So why not come with me today
and stay until it's over
I'll never get tired of your big maroon shoes
if you won't get tired of my wild curly hair
I am in love with everything that you do
and I always smell your scent everywhere
I just hope I did everything right
At least I know I did today
cause you're holding me tight
And I won't ruin the day
so I'll discontinue to write
So we can enjoy on my driveway
the ever so lovely night
One of the many super old poems I found in my old notebook.
Jessie Jul 2013
I put myself in the sun because I want to get burned
I put a blade to the skin because I want to hurt
Put your hands on me because I want you to know
I put my hand down there so that you'll never let go

If I was there for a moment, what would you do?
Set me on a cracked surface, let me fall through?
Could you let yourself be with me, are you still through?

Take all the blame from our mistakes
Erase the shame, however long that takes
I will wait forever (cliche)
And we'll be together (cliche)
Say "It's time to go get her"
And I will always be right here
One of the many super old poems I found in my old notebook.
Jessie Jul 2013
I'll miss your grey shirt
for no reason at all
The baseball field where we kissed
I think in the fall

On a day like this
not too long ago
skin touched fingertips
but worry takes control
I worried
I'm sorry

No you don't know
you'll never know

I'll miss that hello romance night
where it first began
Remember my happy dance
well I'll never dance again

When you put flowers in my hair
you kissed me like there was no air
now my tears are just everywhere

It fell apart
I'm to blame
time to depart
say my name

Whisper it slow
I don't want to go
and for no reason at all
it really hurts to fall
when you're on your own
One of the many super old poems I found in my old notebook.
Jessie Jul 2013
That feeling of too many thoughts in my head
That sound of too many things that were said
That boy with too many feelings on a thread
That moment of too many loves in a bed

This feeling of too little thoughts shared
This sound of too little people who cared
This boy with too little that made him scared
This moment of too little plans unprepared
One of the many super old poems I found in my old notebook.
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