Running to and fro
Can't let the stress go
Assignments piled up
Due so soon
All loom over me
My impending doom

Spanish, P.E., Creative Writing,
Journalism, English, Biology
And Finally; Math
These grades I'm fighting
I can't get it done chronologically
Can't stick to one path
Scattered mind
Struggling to find
The answers I seek.

Tell me, how do I survive?
How do I thrive,
In a world where I am behind?

Working to hard,
Keeping it fresh in my mind
Making a flashcard
To help me find
What I left behind
A week and a half ago
Right out the window
Now I need to go back
Through the window
For the information I lack.

- Jay M
January 8th, 2020

Don't make my head your home
My thoughts aren't deep enough
to keep both of us warm.

Don't make my skull your dwelling.
My memories aren't yours to manipulate;
I don't want to call you my happy place.

Stop tugging at my imagination.
You're teasing me with pleasing thoughts,
weaving beautiful "what-ifs" and "why-nots".

Don't you dare move into my mind.
The shelves are still full, left undusted
by the one I just left behind.

Without a trace
                              Without a face
A name no longer used
           Eyes that are no longer met
                     Hands that don't feel
   Ears that don't hear
              Leaving no memories
  Leaving no legacy
             Is that what it means to be
        Forgotten?

My loneliness always
showed in a singular
                                 season.

Winters failing is when
        the snows fell.

       It showed only my
                                footsteps.

Singular,
    no one,
            nothing beside me
            together at my side.

It was a deep imprint of how
             I felt, deep regret,
that no one imprinted on me.

I leave little holes of sorrow
            as tears sink lower
                             then me.

Winter is my dejection I often
            walk beside others cold
imprints to make it look like
           I'm not alone.

But reality is cold and I'll
always only see my footprints
                                  behind me.

Who am I
But the shadow
Of who I want to be
And the people
I've left
Behind.

Red is the colour of blood and passion
Raw enchanting, ruthless, cuts and colours deep

Simple interests
Complex values, evaluation
Desired profits
Loss of interests
Principal principles lost

Many colours in life
Not all chosen by you
Some you dabble with
Give you permanent stains and crimson tears