Jonesy: Poems

Jonesy Nov 2017

Pain,
That's all it is,
Pain.
They say there's no gain if there's no pain
But why does this pain seem to go in vain, because I feel no gain
See no gain
And it's driving me insane.
Pain.
Feel like I'm stuck in a fast lane but going no where
They say they've been there
Then tell me why they don't understand my fear
So I tell them don't come near
Cause Its clear
They don't understand this scare
All they do is pat me on the back and say " Dear, Dear Dear"
They don't understand, see,
It's inside of me
An inner demon that's controlling me freely,
They try to help, oui!
But they don't understand that this inner demon is me,
Pain.
"There's no gain without pain"
Man those words are clichéd
I feel the pain without seeing the gain
But that's okay;
Don't mind me I'll be over there in my corner not conversing
Like what I'm doing now,
Just contemplating.

Jonesy 2017 ©

First time doing a spoken word

#lifestories #lifeisbutadream #truth #hellopoetry #spokenword

Pretty Lies

Jonesy Jun 2016

Pretty Lies

Long hair, fair skin complexion
Pretty blue eyes;
A boy's desire, a boy's hope, a boy's downfall,

Her hair flown by a disastrous brush,
Her skin as dreamy as the vicious snake,
Her heart as cold as the ice in his lust for her.

Maybe if she took off her disguise of beauty he would see her for who she really is,
Maybe just maybe he would love her for who she is,

But he leaves her crying and doesn't look back.

Sometimes she tries to be strong,
She tries to hold on,
So she puts on makeup,
Puts on weave,
To find another guy to please,
Just to be hurt again in the same way,
She just wants to be loved..........
By the wrong guy.

But all I can say is she doesn't know how special she is to this one person,
And she will never know,
If she's making up her face,
Cause he will never find her;

Just another world to let her know,
PRETTY LIES

Jonesy ©

So What If I'm Broken

Jonesy Feb 2019

So What If I'm Broken

We all have our ups and down;
Some things are better left unspoken.
My mouth is a stranger to smiles and tends to easily welcome frowns;
I'm not broken.

Emotions I hold so dear.
To my friends i offer you all a token,
But my anxiety won't let you guys come that near;
Maybe I am broken.

Fear, I'll never let you win,
But my depression you just awoken;
"To cause harm to yourself is a sin! "
What if I am broken?

It hurts sitting here feeling so conflicted,
Wish I could say something but I'm too soft spoken,
But that's okay cause here is a fact,
I'll get over it as previously predicted,
So what I'm broken
Theres nothing wrong with that.

Jonesy 2019©

#hellopoetry #loveandlifepoems #lifestories

Storms

Jonesy Jun 2016

Storms

Its just another stormy day,
It just might be a storm cloud
But even on your darkest days,
The sun will shine the brightest.

Jonesy 2016 ©

#inspirational

Superman

Jonesy Jul 2016

Superman

Every time I wake up I feel phenomenal,
Like the rarest of the rare,
I feel like I can save the world,
If I put my mind to it,
I know superman ain't got nothing on me.

They say the mind is a powerful thing,
Once we use it we can break the walls and surpass the sky,
So I guess that's why they blindfold us.
I knew I was born an Einstein,
But they used education to limit us.
But still Superman ain't got nothing on me.

I know I am mighty, strong,
Never go down without a fight.
Confidence level so-so,
World I hope you are ready,
Someone is coming,
Someone who can break the boundaries,
Surpass the stars,
No,
I am not Superman,
But I can be superhuman.

Jonesy 2016 ©

Superman ain't got nothing on me :)

#mighty #rare #superhuman #superman

Tear Drops

Jonesy Oct 2016

Tear Drops

Scars on my heart tell a tale of a little girl;
Misunderstood, different, outcast,
But one day she’ll take over the world,
And the tear drops on her journal will no longer be vast.

Stars are bright tonight,
The night reminds her of what the future for her will look like,
Whilst the winds sing her a tune,
Of the things that are not impossible even if they are not in sight.

What she observe now is rare,
Watching the rivers reflect back what they see,
A beautiful rose stuck among the thorns;
She read that message loud and clear.
No more shedding tear drops on your journal.

Jonesy 2016 ©

#pain #inspiration #lifestories #pcoctober2016thegiftoflife

The Black Rose

Jonesy Jul 2016

The Black Rose

I am the black rose,
The exotic kind,
The kind that is a beautiful mystery.
The type that stands out on its own,
Because its rare.

I am the black rose,
It reminds me of the thrilling mysteries of the night,
Like the secret behind the stars;
For I am a mystery to begin with,
I am a beautiful, rare, exotic black rose.

Jonesy 2016©

#love #mystery #fantasy #nightsky #blackroses

The Heart That Never Beats

Jonesy Oct 2016

The Heart That Never Beats

It's just another day;
Another hour that has passed.
You were always so distant,
Now I see why,
You are broken too,
You've lost all hope,
Just like me.

It's just another day;
Another hour that has passed.
Love did you an unkind deed,
Now she's gone,
And you're here all alone,
You wish she loved you too;
Staring through that glass window.

It's just another day;
Another hour that has passed.
And you're still here,
I don't know why,
If you love her go after her,
I'm sure you will like that,
At least that's what I hear when your sleeping.

It's just another day;
Another hour that has passed.
Don't worry about me,
I've lost all hope in us too,
Love did me a bad deed;
I'm broken too,
To love a guy who is in love with someone else.

Jonesy 2016 ©

#love #thetruthaboutlove #lifestories #lifeisbutadream

The Night My Nightingale Flew Away

Jonesy Sep 2016

The Night My Nightingale Flew Away

It was a gloomy night,
I remember it now like it was yesterday,
No stars shone for they were out of sight,
Quiet on her perch she swayed.

She always sang to me the sweetest tunes,
As a reward for reading her one of her favorite stories,
Who knew this would have been the last time that I would have seen her underneath the moon,
Where she has gone will always be an unsolved mystery.

I soon learn how to move on,
Both for her and for me,
Even though in my sorrows , pains and griefs,
I know that my little nightingale is free.

Jonesy 2016 ©

#freedom #lifestories #lifeisbutadream #pcseptember2016meandothers

The Phone Call ( Elegy)

Jonesy Aug 2017

The Phone Call ( Elegy)

I* remember it like yesterday ,
The sun was shining brightly,
Birds were singing gaily
And bees were getting their daily lunch from their neighboring flowers.
Nature took its place on the throne with its beauty.

I remember it like yesterday,
It was an important phone call,
The one I wished I never answered.
Like on cue,
Grey clouds began to cover the sun's yellow face,
And the butterflies disappeared for the day.

I remember it like yesterday,
Nature and I were one.
We both cried that day,
Filled with gloom and looking grey.
Tear after tear kissed my cheek,
As rain drop by raindrop splattered on my roof.

I remember it like yesterday,
Something went terribly wrong,
How could it be?
She was never able to see the beautiful sunlight that I have experienced for these seventeen years now,
Never will she be able to breathe air,
Walk,
Be loved.

I remember it like yesterday,
It was so dark,
And it was only morning,
A bright morning turned as dark as night.
A day like this was to be joyful,
Seeing my new born cousin,
But I'll only be seeing her,
Dead.

Jonesy 2017 ©

Today my cousin died

#death #elegy #nature #lifestories

The Storm

Jonesy Aug 2017

The Storm

The skies cry, and the winds howl like wolves on a night of a full moon,
The waves shout with thunderous sounds as they try their best to comfort the sky with their high jumps.
Boats and ships alike hideaway between tidal waves as the fish living underneath them scurry away,
Bracing themselves for the storm up ahead.

Clash Boom
The bipolar sky seemed to give way to the sun,
But she soon started to cry again.
Her wrath beat down on all of those who begged her mercy,
The trees cleared her a path.
The houses obeyed her presence and gave her their roofs as gifts.

Jonesy 2017 ©

#nature #lifestories #storms

The Truth About Life

Jonesy Nov 2016

The Truth About Life

It knocks you down purposely, half expecting you to kick the bucket,
But it never ends there, when it realizes you got back up,
It works on your weaknesses.
Nothing comes easy, and if it does chances are you won’t appreciate it,
Life will **** you dry like a mob of leeches.

Life doesn’t care about your race, social class, gender or age, honestly,
But you better remember life believes in karma,
So it will **** off our people senselessly;
Having the family members crying “Why yuh tek he life fa. ”

Yes, Life can be a pain in the rare end,
But it's how we adjust,
Live  your life to the fullest, to someone else be a friend,
And life should give  you back what you put out; "In God we trust"

                                         Jonesy 2016 ©

The truth about life is that it isn't boutique the obstacles instead it's about how you overcome it

#fear #life #faith #lifestories #lifeisbutadream

To : Myself

Jonesy Jul 2016

To : Myself

Sorry I hurt you,
That was my bad,
I was experimenting on your feelings,
I wasn't thinking straight,
I'm sorry I complicate you,
I'm sorry that I am awkward,
And not very confident,
Guess that's why guys come after us.
Sorry that i can't express myself properly,
I guess I'm afraid of opening up and being hurt again.

But I accept the pain,
I'll even take the blame,
You did warn me things will fly...south,
Yet you loved me all the same.

I'm sorry that i don't give you the time you deserve,
And address the pain
Instead of giving myself false hope.

I'm sorry I have so many insecurities,
And not a very strong personality to cover for it.

I'm sorry that i put everyone first but you,
That i cry every day,
That i wish we were like those girls;
Pretty,
Have Guys running after them,
They aren't awkward like us.

I'm sorry I feel helpless all the time,
ThatI never talk to you,
That I'm so shy.

I'm sorry that some girls are jealous of me,
And think I have it all,
I don't know why they think that,
Beauty is on the inside,
Only tears,cuts and bruises are in there.

I'm sorry that I am so emotional,
That i am hurt,
That's my fault.

I'm sorry that I don't love you enough,
That I bury all the pain and you alongside it.

I'm sorry that I am so fake,
Smile,
My fixed expression through pain and sorrow,
I hope for the best while expecting the worst.

I'm sorry that i try to fight for everything,
But I can't even help myself.

Jonesy 2016 ©

Just talking to myself again

#life #depressed #reality

Who Am I?

Jonesy Jul 2016

Who Am I?

Who am i?
It a question that stumps me all the time,
I am a girl..........i know that much i think
Sometimes i am sweet, other times bitter as lime.

I believe i am sane,
I mean insane,
Honestly, Its all the same.
But who am i?

I am mistreated because i am not like others,
I am different they say,
What's wrong with that?
Isn't that a good thing?
I don't know i guess we must all be the same in every way.
I might be that one rare black rose stuck in the thorns that no one bothers to touch because its too much work to get it out,
But i hope i am special too,
Who am i?

A girl going through identity crisis,
Her emotions shattered like broken pieces,
There's no dry places left to cry,
Who am i?

Jonesy 2016©

Who am I ?

#life #identitycrisis

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