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Jake O Apr 2015
They said they needed it done fast
I told them
Give me five minutes

Minute one
I walk inside
I see my target
And shyly observe her from the corner

Minute two
I go to her
I try to speak
I stand awkwardly outside the circle

Minute three
I speak to her
I ask to see her
We walk silently to the corner

Minute four
I grab her
I take her away
I drag the writhing body from the room

Minute five
I give her too them
They take her away
They nod in my approval
I said five minutes, didn't I?
Jake O Apr 2015
Don't come near me
My footwork is off
My hands are unsure
I am clumsy

My words come out wrong
As uncoordinated as my movements
Causing me to hurt those around me
I am graceless

I trip over my own voice
As often as I trip over my own feet
And I collapse onto unsuspecting victims
I am inept

A one small step
Causes a wall to fall
And they clutch their heads in pain
I am awkward

I'm sorry
I can't stop my faults
You should just stand back
I am clumsy
A description of myself that does a small part of me justice
Jake O Apr 2015
No friends to leave behind
No family to wave be good bye
I'll walk away now
And give up my final try

It's pretty easy to leave here
It's not that hard to go
I'll walk away now
Out in the blistering snow

The frost comforts me greatly
As I tread on through the cold
The white encourages me to go on
And justifies my being bold

With no one to look back on
With no one to pull my slack
I will walk away now
And never come back
This poem was inspired by Brave Song by Aoi Tada
Jake O Apr 2015
It's in your hair
It's outside the airplane window
It's at the bottom of the sea
It's all over your car
It's in the sky between the stars
It's in your closet at night
And yet we will always fear it
The color of the dark
That flows so beautifully through your hair
Jake O Apr 2015
It's against my policy
To get too close
To go too far
To feel your touch

It's against my personal code
To desire
To give myself away
To long for your company

It's against my guidelines
To believe in true love
To become infatuated
To yearn for your affection

I didn't make my own rules
I just abide by them
I'm sorry, but doing anything else
It's against my policy
Jake O Apr 2015
The wind blows through your hair
At much higher speeds
Twenty stories up

The world scales down
Like a model
Twenty stories up

Two hundred feet drops off
In a surreal fashion
Twenty stories up

You think you can survive the fall
Landing on a soft pillow of cement
Twenty stories up

I told her not to leave
She never came down the stairs she used to go
Twenty stories up

It feels great to let go
Of both the world and your self
Twenty stories up

My life wouldn't feel as empty
If they wouldn't let you go
Twenty stories up
This poem was inspired by My Soul, Your Beats by Lia
Jake O Apr 2015
Passing by
One by one
Stopping and starting
Like my heart at your touch

All this jerking around
Has made me carsick
And I feel uneasy
Like when you gaze at me

I need to get out
I need fresh air
But I'm still on the highway
Breathing the same hyperventilation

Don't talk for me too long
Or I'll get sick again
And I'll have to leave you once more
Because I'm not used to this constant thumping sensation in my chest

The cars keep passing by
Thoughts from the highway in LA
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