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jonathan Sep 13
on the very cusp of fall
she's given me a disco ball

since then it captures my gaze
as it reflects the sun its rays

and like the ornament does with light
she makes my life oh so bright

her mirrors fracture my soul
but when I look at her I feel whole

then she spins and I stop to speak at all
because her beauty is blinding me
like a disco ball
jonathan Aug 30
creaky wood
over shallow waters

things I could
he she falters

two sides
neither listens

resentment hides
leads to collisions

either unite
or mutual destruction

to stop the fight
start the construction

a bridge built
between two realms

peace quilt
but overwhelms

with time and wear
the bridge ages

life's not fair
in any of it's stages

but the bridge knows
it must carry on

hold up those
that aren't strong

if it breaks
then hope is lost

it all takes
so much cost

I suffer
to keep them together

forever and ever
through all weather
jonathan Aug 18
while shooting
for the stars
I seemingly
have found myself
amongst them

how else could I
explain the sudden
and utter
lack of air
in my lungs

a celestial body
in the way
you glow
and take my
silent breath away
jonathan Aug 18
I cannot
understand it.
do these people
never care to think?
it seems to me like they
miss the entire meaning
of loving thy neighbour
because you do not
need a house or
own property
to do so

tell me
why is it
so radical
to think that
maybe everyone
does deserve
to live?
jonathan Aug 18
my mouth is empty
my head so full

I don‘t realise it
my senses dull

the page stays blank
the words are stuck

want to praise
the amount of luck

that I have cuz
I got you

and you picked me
how is this true?
still can‘t understand it to be honest
jonathan Aug 18
we said so many things that night
the words spilling out of our minds
feelings shared from our hearts
wrapping each other in warmth
holding one another with certainty
the clock kept moving
but refusing to sleep
wanting to spend more time like this
talking just to hear our voices
laughing together for no real reason
a conversation with no end
sentences losing meaning
rambling about nonsense
murmuring without thought
there's no point to it
no goal in mind
could do this for eternity
all that really matters
is you are here
with me
jonathan Jul 27
self loathing
while unclothing

reprimanding
my own demanding

of better luck
in my body, I'm stuck

the mirrors are mocking
the voices keep stalking

a vessel not bespoke
and thus my mind broke



oh how I long
for a body I belong
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