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Jonathan Keeley Apr 2015
what would you say. if i said. that i thought. that you loved me
just for a second in time. but for now you’re above me
picking chrysanthemums by the lake never felt so appealing
teaching me how to speak cause you're a decent human being
those peachy rose cheeks would you mind if i picked one
surrounded by that soft tan from playing in that big sun
and your name should be Pooh cause your persona is honey
my queen bee yessiree she makes the stickiest worries funny
though hey. yes i know. that you don’t really love me
but one day. it will pass. like the spring. blossom lovely
s/o to my hot french teacher she's dope
Jonathan Keeley Apr 2015
smother me in my sleep
leave me in my dreams forever
i can find peace in the dark
meaning in overrated anyway
Jonathan Keeley Mar 2015
but i know there's no ghost on this island
cause his hands would be all covered in bud
not much else but a sight for the red eyed
a reality that seems real enough

everything you could want you can find by the beach
but after the music stops it seems everything dies
I've had my fun but I know its so empty
think i’ll just lay here until the sunrise

the dark waves of the night try to calm me
a drunk drag, lungs swell with liquid black
drowning in these thoughts on this island
hoping the waves will carry me back
o no weary dove can find life here
o no arc will stop to stay
o the ghost will be disappointed
surely a flood will be headed my way
Jonathan Keeley Mar 2015
when someone says they'll do anything for you
they're lying
unless they want to quit every second but don't as
they're crying
inside at the mere thought of letting you down while
they're dying
because they want to see you live life like you should
Jonathan Keeley Mar 2015
what kind of life is a life on the edge of a word
to fall or stay standing on the thin line of “hey”
balancing a tight rope across letter after letter
finally walking off the side & down into the oblivion
waiting for your safety net
Jonathan Keeley Feb 2015
red
dried blood all over your hands
when will you stop trying to fight the man
we both know its just paint
Jonathan Keeley Feb 2015
you've breathed life into my dreams
and ****** any security from my mind
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