Never been big on wrong or right,
been that way my whole life.
Some things I had to sacrifice,
willing and able, so I paid the price.
So I keep to myself almost every night,
my whole life has been a long fight.
but it seems I get the right a way.
two guardian angels watch over my left and right, as I pray.
they lead me down this pathway, with blockades, still I make way.
I don't know what to say, to this day;
I'm just study, learning from mistakes.
learning my lesson, even if its too late.
Success hurts and hearts break,
and as long as you have faith, it's never too late.
Its all a part of life we all face
I guess that call us all a race.

A horizon and a half to see-
he's putting mind over matter,
and I think it might matter.
But how is one to find out?

Does the Jellyfish not sting,
or the caged bird sing?

My answers are not confident,
despite some marvelous attempt.
I'm still held in contempt
over a crime drowned below the surface.

She raised the platform, fortunately.
And unfortunately,
she was only there hypothetically.

(She still has no idea

…

okay, I ate the last chocolate.
***** me.)

Next time,
I'll catch you if you fall.
And cage you if you sing.

they say that time travelling is impossible
but then i thought of something
to make this case possible
and for the issue to disappear like nothing

you know of the time zones, right?
when i thought about it
that's when i knew it was somewhat right
and that's how an idea was lit

when we go to another country to slack
it has a different time to beat
it may be pulled some hours back
or pushed some hours forward in defeat

this is just an idea that popped up instantly
not yet read or heard by others
yet can i push myself to tell others constantly,
so that this idea can be no bother?

Every day we pass thousands of people on the street, and barely even a hello is exchanged, maybe a smile if your lucky.
It might be a little funny to think that each of these people are going wherever they are going, they are living their lives and you have the opportunity to be apart of it even if it's just five seconds.
You can do a lot with five seconds, for all you know a quick smile to someone passing by might change their life.
Despite someone's appearance, they could be a completely different person that you might expect, breaking the stereotype.
The sweet old women sitting next to you on the train, smiling and talking as if the world was heaven, is counting her numbered days.  The coloured man across from you with the bloodied knuckles and bruised face saved a teenage girl from being ***** last night.
The 18-year-old ******* the other side of the train, showing more skin than clothing in a ******.
And the boy in the corner covered in tattoos and piercings and is wearing only black is on his way to the hospital to read to the children in the cancer wing like he does every afternoon ever since he lost his little sister.
My point is simple, nothing is rarely as it seems. Each stranger you pass has there own story. Don't judge based off what you see because your vision is a misconception.

felt like spring time, when I didn't know you were like winter bitter and cold
animosity is passion, life ambition set free. mercy me, why have mercy on you. hypocritical fields covered in the idea of your scattered remains. yet there is still hope for some form of humanity in my brain

A streak of sunlight slips through gunmetal clouds,
laced with shrapnel and lined in steel core.
The ray touches you. You burst into brilliant flames.
I won't play your games.
I won't play your games.

You love to tease, it's no surprise.
Bold red lipstick and dark green eyes.

On second thought, I fancy a round.
I go down. You go down.
Face to face, your lips taste like blood.
Your lips are drenched in blood.

They tremble when you look at me,
as if you have something to say.
I pull you closer, run fingers through your hair,
let you save your words for a better day.

There...
     Somewhere...

Between the flesh
     And the shadow,*

          I am.

© 2015 J.S.P.

It's easy to get carried away in the idea of someone even when deep down you know
that's all you're falling in love with,
that's all they'll ever be--
an idea

You hear the sound of your skull c r a c k i n g.

                                                            ­ That’s

                                                         ­                all.