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mark jarrad Jun 2012
Jelly in my wellie wobble-ing like a belly
Jelly in my wellie squashed between my toes
Lime flavoured jelly that was kinda smelly
How it got in there ? no one knows !
mark jarrad Jan 2012
Today's the day..i'm gonna..... find myself again
The day now has begun ..to search..for sunshine and not rain
The rust of life ..be rid of..the rot of doubt to grind
This twisted mental wreckage, smoothing bumps ..straighten.... unwind
The length of thoughts that bind me..like a rope without a knot
This shallow pool that drowns me.... dredging things ...i want forgot
No desire ..for keepsakes... these are all things ...i have outgrown
Switching off the negatives..before the fuse has ...blown

I spy with my little eye...something begining with ...life : )
mark jarrad Dec 2011
It seems that me and cupid
Have fallen out again
Because i called him ' stupid'
Because he caused me pain
Now if your'e gonna side with him
Then thats your choice ..i guess !
But when he meddles without consent
Of mine , he makes a mess !!!

How many times does he need ?
Will he ever ..get it right ?
Find 'my love' the truest of
Instead of all this *****  :( !!!
mark jarrad Oct 2011
Love has gone.. .where i dont go
It was devoured is all i know
Lost another to the lie
Hurtfull memories ...i deny
I put them in a tiny box
With ribbons held like satin locks
To open maybe ..never more
Makes me wonder ..whats love for ?.
mark jarrad Jun 2011
I see her and i want her
As minutes tick away
Minutes into hours
Hours into days

I need her love..is reason
The captured heart that leads the way
Her kindness warmth now healing me
Without her i decay

This time true love becomes me
My body , mind and soul
In thoughts and deed
She is the seed
With her i am now whole

In love we lay together
Two hearts as one day after day
I live and breathe for all she is
Forever hers....i stay.
mark jarrad Jun 2011
Be careful what you wish for..
For those who know...it's true
And yet i knew..you did not care
Still then... i wished for you

I offered out my open arms
To catch you as you fell
I offered you my heaven
you turned it into HELL
And everyday grew darker
The lies eclipsed the sun
It was a death by innocence
That caused the tears to run
Tortured bled by demons
Lost in fire,consumed by pain
I made a vow..a lesson learned
To not be ignorant again...

Be careful what you wish for
For those who know...it's true
The pleasure in a wish... was lost
A fool once wished for you .
mark jarrad Nov 2010
England's not America..Why make england that way ?
Children fighting from the day they're born ..the sound of gunshots everyday.....

So you wanna be a gangsta ?
Gangbangin in da hood ?
With yo ******* and drug money ?
Families murdered in cold blood ?

The life of a gangsta !
Do you want what it's about ?
Not knowing when a driveby
Is gonna take you out ?

Hangin with yo homeboys
Is that your idea of fun ?
Dealing in the crack *******
Killin brothers with your gun ?

Where you raised in the ghetto ?
Sick of poverty .. decay
Is crime the only answer ?
If you want to break away

So you become a gangsta
And be the badass every day
Do you think that you could handle it
If your friends got blown away ?

What if....
Suddenly you're out there ..alone but with your gun
Another gang has spotted you...there's nowhere you can run!
You have to take your chances .. squeeze off , maybe 2 or 3..
And the litter on the pavement ..is the last thing that you see !

Live a life of violence ..
Is that what you wanna do ?
One day you are the mainman
Next ..they've got the jump on you ?

So what if you're a gangsta !
And the life you start to doubt
You're older , you got children
And decide that you want out ?

But when you are a gangsta
It does'nt go away ...
You helped create the **** you're in
And the **** is here to stay !

Still wanna be a gangsta ?
I hope you've thought it through
Theres no sanctuary in violence
Death's the ticket out for you

So think about your future
The decision is yours to make
Look what's happened in America
Don't make the same mistake !!
I wrote this after watching a documentary about gang culture in America , and i look at the  youth in England of today.. who seem to think that its cool to be a Gangsta !
I hope that my poem paints a picture on the realities of gang life.
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