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Jack Jenkins Jul 2016
Love is rarely ever found, (I found you)
Instead,
Love is built. (We've built so much)
Built with a solid foundation,
Built with a design in mind,
Built with strong materials,
Love is built with hard work. (Sweat and sacrifice)
with willingness to sacrifice,
to be hurt.
Upholding one another
at our worsts. (Our hearts are strong enough)

Love isn't taken, but grown, (We've grown together)
Starting as a seed.
Nurtured in the rains
and sunlight
of life.
Roots strong enough not
to be uprooted by fiends. (I'll never leave you)
Delicate and tenderly, slow and steady.
Flourishing branches (We have flourished)
upholding the weight of grown love. (We've grown together)
//On her//
If you know the meaning of the title, hat tip to you. ;)
Jack Jenkins Jul 2016
I crave your sweetness
Lavished on toast,
on fruits:
Nutella.
Just a little poem for a contest on Poetfreak. ;)
Jack Jenkins Jul 2016
I feel like I'm losing everyone
                                                    thin­g...
Or maybe I've already
                                             lost them...
I really don't know who I am anymore.
All the faces, so unfamiliar...
Jack Jenkins Jul 2016
I think I've lost my touch, my flair for poetry. Most of my recent writes I've not been happy with, so I'm going to take a break from it. I'll still be on here from time to time, but if you want to keep in touch more, message me and I'll give my kik info. :)

God bless!
Jack Jenkins Jul 2016
An empty room
   Sand and dust strewn
Sinister malicious feeling
   Baby doll head in the corner
Doorknob turning with no pause
   And a breath across my neck
A nightmare I had recently. One of the few to actually disturb me.
Jack Jenkins Jul 2016
You are the rain falling from the sky,
Serenading yourself off the shingled roof.
Though I have shelter, walls and a ceiling,
You trickle your way through the cracks.

An empty room gathers dust;
Snow collects in corners of windows;
And my resistance to you
Suffers from your irresistibility.
Jack Jenkins Jul 2016
The Man with the deformed hands
Happy as he could ever be
Everyone posing queries to him
How he could ever be so happy
They couldn't see he was happy to be
Unique and different to all others
A stamp of light everyday he lived
While loneliness carved his heart out
Pieces at a time
And nobody saw him losing his war
The Man with the deformed hands
Jack Jenkins Jul 2016
Just feeling a bit empty,
Lacking,
Whatever you can call it.

Somber music echoes around me,
Caressing,
Scratches on the record album.

Dim fireplace reveals my misery,
Languish,
Tears pool at my feet.

Heart is turning to stone,
Such cold stone.
Could anyone possibly save me?
Jack Jenkins Jul 2016
The pain behind the eyes,
The hurt within the body,
The tears lost in the head,
The echoes whispers in the ear.

To see her doubled over in anguish,
To see him lose to his demons again,
To hope she'll one day be free,
To hope he'll win his next fight.

It's easy for people to hide their darkness,
Harder to be exposed to light,
It's hard to deal with depressed people like us,
Harder still to forgive ourselves.

Sometimes we hide in plain sight,
Sometimes we're the closest people to you,
Sometimes we are the "happiest" people,
Sometimes we're tomorrow's obituary.

So my plea to you is don't ever let us go,
So my plea to you is ask if we're really alright,
So my plea to you is don't execute the wounded,
So my plea to you is please don't let us leave us alone.
Written on 15 March 2016.
Jack Jenkins Jul 2016
Hues of yellow sun
Blankets the rocky shoreline
You and I in love
//On love//
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