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Mikey Jha Nov 2014
I stepped off the bus to the sobering cold
And realized this ******* is getting old
I reach and you run, I leave then you come
We have mastered the push and pull

I don't believe in giving up
Without a good fight
Falling for potential
Ruins me every time
I'm packing up my tears
And all of my false goodbyes
I'm throwin' em over my shoulder
And closing the door behind me cuz

Trying to get love from you baby
Is like trying to get blood from a stone
And I been watching myself going crazy
While my broken hearts still holding on

I made you want me

I even made you leave

But the one thing I just can't seem to do
Is make you bleed for me
Mikey Jha Apr 2014
We have against all odds arrived at home, Monroe had said.

Inman did not consider himself to be a superstitious person, but he did believe that there is a world invisible to us. He no longer thought of that world as heaven, nor did he still think that we get to go there when we die. Those teachings had been burned away.

At the time, it was a sentiment Ada took with a great deal of skepticism.
All of their Charleston friends had expressed the opinion that the mountain region was a heathenish part of creation . . . Ada’s informants had claimed the mountaineers to be but one step more advanced in their manner of living than tribes of vagrant savages.

He had grown so used to seeing death . . . that it seemed no longer dark and mysterious. He feared his heart had been touched by the fire so often he might never make a civilian again.
But he could not abide by a universe composed only of what he could see, especially when it was so frequently foul.

Ada believed she would ***** towers on the ridge marking the south and north points of the sun’s annual swing. . . . Keeping track of such a thing would place a person, would be a way of saying, You are here, in this one station, now. It would be an answer to the question, Where am I?

We have against all odds arrived at home.

But what the wisdom of the ages says is that we do well not to grieve on and on. And those old ones knew a thing or two and had some truth to tell. . . . You’re left with only your scars to mark the void. All you can choose to do is go on or not. But if you go on, it’s knowing you carry your scars with you.
Found Poem. Pieced together phrases from the book.
Mikey Jha Apr 2014
There's no way to deny she's lovely

Perfect skin, perfect hair

Perfumed hearts everywhere

Tell myself that inside she's ugly

She's the prom queen
I'm in the marching band

She's a cheerleader
I'm sitting in the stands

She gets the top bunk
I'm sleeping on the floor

She's Miss America
and I'm just the girl next door

I don't know why I'm feeling sorry for myself
I spend all my time wishing that I was someone else
Mikey Jha May 2014
There's a boy I know, he's the one I dream of
When I wake from dreaming, tell me, is it really love?

How will I know that he really loves me(In his eyes)
I say a prayer with every heartbeat(In his face)
I Fall In love Whenever We Meet(In his warm embrace)
This love is strong, why do I feel weak?(The way he acts)

If he Loves me(Don't trust your feelings)
If he loves me not(love can be deceiving)
He Loves Me(Just his arms)
he loves me not(just his charm)

If you wanna know if he Loves you so,
If it's love, if it really is,
It's there in his kiss

Oh, wake me, I'm shaking, I wish I had you near me now

There's no mistaking, what I feel is really **love
Mikey Jha Nov 2014
I will never understand
Those who choose to walk away from love
And I will never understand
Why love can't always be enough

Every day is still a struggle
As I try to hold my head and walk with grace
Knowing there is only purpose
And nothing about us was a mistake

Even though I have yet to find the lesson under all this pain
There is one thing I know for certain

I am not unchanged

You didn't leave me
The same way that you found me
So if I had to find a silver lining
I suppose I'd say that I became
A better me for loving you
So I know that

I am not unchanged

..I will never understand
Those who choose to walk away from love
And I will never understand
Why love can't always be enough
Mikey Jha May 2014
He looks around the room
Innocently overlooks the truth
He tells me about his night
And I count the colors in his eyes

He’ll never fall in love he swears
As he runs his fingers through his hair
I’m laughing 'cause I hope he's wrong
And I don't think it ever crossed his mind
(He tells a joke, I fake a smile)
But I know all his favorite songs

And I could tell you his favorite color's green
He loves to argue, born on the seventeenth
His sister's beautiful, he has his father’s eyes
And if you asked me if I love him,
I’d lie

He stands there, then walks away
My God if I could only say,
"I’m holding every breath for you..."

He’d never tell you but he can play guitar
I think he can see through everything but my heart
First thought when I wake up
Is "My God, he’s beautiful."
So I put on my make-up
And pray for a miracle
Mikey Jha May 2014
Games, changes and fears
When will they go from here?

When will they stop.

I may appear to be free
But I'm just a prisoner, of your love
And I may seem alright and smile when you leave
But my smiles are just a front, just a front.

I play it off but I'm dreamin of you
I'll keep my cool but I'm feeling..

I try to say goodbye and I choke
I try to walk away and I stumble
Though I try to hide it, it's clear
My world crumbles when you are not near
Macy Gray
Mikey Jha Apr 2014
One day she woke up and decided to be happy.

She woke up and saw that she was beautiful.
Woke up and believed that she was worth something more.
Realized that she deserved love.
That she could love herself more than she ever thought possible.
She understood that she had been perfect all along.

One day she woke up and decided that Today Would Be Different.
Mikey Jha May 2014
It's the perfect time of year
Somewhere far away from here
I feel fine enough, I guess
Considering everything's a mess.

It's the perfect time of day
To throw all your cares away
Climb the stairs up to my room
Sleep away the afternoon.


It's like a dream - you try to remember but it's gone, then ya
Try to scream but it only comes out as a yawn, when ya
Try to see the world beyond your front door. When ya
Try to figure out what all this is for

On an evening such as this
It's hard to tell if I exist
If I Packed a car and leave this town
Who'll notice that I'm not around?

Pinch Me
Pinch Me
Cos I'm still asleep.
Please God
Tell Me
That I'm still asleep
Mikey Jha Nov 2014
It's 5 o'clock in the morning
And we still seem to be going
Round in circles
What good am I to you
If I can't carry the weight around for two

I heard that whistle blow
I'm punching my card
They tell me that friendship
Shouldn't be this hard

Well a warrior lives inside of me
But he's weary of the fight
I am afraid that it's quittin' time
I'm the first on the job
I'm the last one to leave
You still don't seem to appreciate me
I never thought I would say but it's
Quittin' time

Where's the pay off for the blood
The sweat and tears
I've been punished for your fears?
It's all So hurtful
But no tool that I have used
Has ever been strong enough
To see us through

I heard that whistle blow
I'm punching my card
Cuz buddy Friendship
Shouldn't be this hard
Mikey Jha May 2014
Oh, Tell me, where is the road                                     Anywhere you want
I can call my own,                                                             ­   
That I left, that I lost                                                     Anything you need
So long ago?
All these years I have wandered,                                   All the best in life
Oh when will I know
There's a way, there's a road                                          I want it for you
That will lead me home?

After wind, after rain,                                         I Imagine that you're mine
When the dark is done,
As I wake from a dream                                     In my world your gold
In the gold of day,
Through the air there's a calling                       Suddenly all the sadness
From far away,                                                     will just slip away
There's a voice I can hear                                   You'll see what I mean
That will lead me home.                                     If you just follow me
                                            Rise up, follow me,
                                          Come away is the call,
                                      With the Love in your heart
                                             As the only song;
                                         There is no such beauty
                                          As where you belong;
                                           Rise up, follow me,
                                          I will lead you home.
Stephen Paulus
Mikey Jha Jun 2014
You ain't got no kind of feeling inside
you refuse to put anything before your pride
What I got to give will knock your pride aside

Got no time is what you're known to say
I'll make you wish there were 48 hours to each day
Your problem is you ain't been loved like you should,
What I got to give will sho nuff do you good.

Tell me something good..
Tell me that you like it

Tell me Something Good,
Tell me **that you love me

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