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 Jan 2017 Jett Harris
Star Gazer
For a long time coming I have known things weren't going to be easy
the genie isn't going to give wishes like it was candy on halloweens night,
every night I'd lay my head on my pillow and cry for about ten minutes
"it'll be easy soon, isn't it?" I'd ask myself convinced myself to go on
like a parrot repeating the same old song, I said "it'll be easy soon",
and come noon of the next day; I realised it had been a routine,
a living pattern of new scene each stained in the same old ways,
the same old days reliving itself in front of my eyes.

A few nights ago, I tried to **** myself and I did not die,
somewhere, something is keeping me alive and tomorrow
I'm going to stop trying, because trying to die was more exhausting
than trying to live. I made a promise a long time ago to keep going on
and that will be the path I am on.

I am choosing to try to be happy for this year
I'd fought my fears and I'm one new day into my life,
and tonight, I will try my best to invent dreams in my head before I sleep
rather than spent the time in a deep cry, because tonight,
as lights go off and my head hits the pillow, I will be thinking happy thoughts.

I love all of you.
I'm going to keep on going, each and every day.
Until old age rips me away from all of you.
 Jan 2017 Jett Harris
J B Moore
Home is hanging with a few close friends
It's always spending time with family if not now and then
It's laughter, and hugging, and yes even tears
It's someone beside you as you're facing your fears
It's "good morning" and "what's for dinner?"
"I'll see you later", and "is there anything good to eat?"
It's not about where you lay your head to sleep.

Home is about the memories and the moments you hold dear
Talking about your long day with mom and dad
Or having a shoulder to cry on when your sad.
It's movie nights and nerf gun fights even when your "too old".
It's snow forts in the winter and couch forts when it rains.
It's being surrounded with love when your world seems full of pain.

Home is Christmas cookies, ice cream, and making apple cake,
And spending time with Grandma, learning how to bake.
It's a bro's night out at the movies, or breakfast in bed on Mother's Day
And it's dancing to the music in that particularly peculiar way.
It's beanie babies, teddy bears, and memories so sweet,
Basketball, and baseball gloves, and sometimes muddy cleats.

It's sewing fingers, broken fingers, and shutting them in doors,
Broken toes, and scooter falls, and hospital trips galore.
It's talking all night with your brothers, and driving together to school
And making fun of brace face whenever he would drool.
Home is not a building not confined to just one place
It's more a state of mind, a memory encased.

Family are the friends you're born with and friends the family you choose
Home is being with either for in neither case you'll lose.
They say home is where the heart is, so I've split my heart in three
One for family, one for friends, and one to keep with me
For life is full of travels, sights I have yet to see
Yet no matter where I'm headed, home is where I'll be.

1/13/17 1:00 am
I know some people
do not believe in God
but just let me tell you
I believe in God the saver
he die on the cross for us
I know
I know
I know some people
do not believe in God
but just let me tell you
this God the saver die
on the cross for us and
he will come back and
there are Angel here on
earth to help us show us
the way because I believe
in Angel because I get saved
from death and I know
some people get saved by
Angel because God send them
to saved us so when our
time is up to go to
heaven with God the saver
© Amanda Kay Hill
9/9/14
 Jan 2017 Jett Harris
JDK
"You're on the precipice of something, and soon you'll be left with nothing but memories and time."
"Sounds like a recipe for disaster."
"Sound's like it'd go good with some wine."
Thyme*
 Feb 2016 Jett Harris
princessv
everyone deserves a second chance
**but not for the same mistake
tired
 Feb 2016 Jett Harris
Nicole
You used to have a lot of friends,
back before this endless cycle began.

Back before you were sitting on the floor,
eyes locked on closed doors.

The voices coming through,
trying to figure out which to choose.

Back before the monster crept into your head.

Back before you wished you were dead.

Back before you had to fake a smile,
Before getting out of bed felt like walking one thousand miles.

Back before the heartache,
the pain,
and the endless suffering.

Back before you had a lot of friends.

But now,
It's time for you end.
Everybody knew,
that everybody cared but nobody dared to show it.
Everybody knew,
what everybody knows but nobody knew what it was.
Everybody felt that pain,
everybody can share that pain but nobody cared to do it.
We are alone now.
Baby don’t cry
Momma says to me when the red and blue lights flash and she’s pulled away from me
Oreos at the table with the nice officer
Can’t remember if it’s a real memory, feels like it is

Baby don’t cry
Momma says with skinned knees so dry
Daddy pushes me on the swing so **** high
Why am I afraid of heights?

Baby don’t cry
Momma says as the black and white cat walks past
Promises of broken pieces being mended
Fingertips at my backside pressing in

Baby don’t cry
They all say with kind eyes and slight smiles
Baby don’t cry, you’re oh so strong
Can’t cry if you don’t even feel sad

Baby don’t cry
Momma says, slitting two lines into her wrist
This is how you show pain, not tears
Maybe I should try it myself.
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