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Jack Jenkins Oct 2017
it's been so long since i drank in the words of poets

i haven't touched the ink in weeks

my muse has been still and quiet

no more than a whisper

just in the peripheral of my mind's eye

i have a desperate yearning

words that won't leave my fingers

emotions chained within me

locked in the paper prison of my mind

i haven't touched the ink in weeks

it's been so long since i drank in the words of poets
Jack Jenkins Oct 2017
It's hard to say goodbye when you were taken from me;
I swore I was done writing about you when I accepted
                         that you were gone from my life like a feather.
Somehow I still remember how long it's been.

I've moved on, but there's still a sorrow I feel when I remember you;
I guess that's what happens when there's a scar left behind
                              from the wound that I could not prepare for.
Somehow I still remember how long it's been.

I've moved on but I haven't healed completely;
If I healed then I would be able to see your picture
       or read the words you wrote out in a time that was happy.
Somehow I still remember how long it's been...
//On ex girlfriend//

It's hard to not hurt, even over a relationship that ended a long time ago, when it feels like that person was robbed from you. Never got to have any closure. :/
Jack Jenkins Oct 2017
I long for the past, but in a blink it's lost

the moments that were, now, the moments that aren't

the here and now slips into yesterdays & yesteryears,

every delicate second no longer in my hands,

passes between my fingers to fall on my soul

yesterday was last year; last year was last decade

I'm old before my time, swallowed in the hourglass of life
Most people who are 22 spend their life looking to the future and what life has in store for them. But I feel like I've already seen and lived too much, so I dwell on the past.
Jack Jenkins Oct 2017
the clouds rolling in
silence the sun's countenance
as light fades to grey
Saw clouds coming over the hills where I live and knew it was going to turn into an overcast day. So this haiku came out. :)

Reposted, since I saw it wasn't showing up in the stream. :/
Jack Jenkins Oct 2017
My love for her is so great,
my heart melts for her 'til the dusk of day.
The night mourns when she's away,
cherish, adore 'til the dawn.

Her beauty is great,
Wondering mind 'til her sees,
pursuing is all I do,
While waiting for the moment, for her to say "I love you."
Jack Jenkins Oct 2017
A gorgeous gal - her name was Bella
She slept around with many fellas
Until at last, she caught ******
Now no *** life before she's thirty
That poor gal, her name was Bella
I think I've read too much of Temporal Fugue's poetry. LOL
Jack Jenkins Oct 2017
Drab;
  Dreary;
    Bleak;
A grey mood.

why can't I remember my dream last night?

The sun shines;
  I focus on the clouds.

there was a skull involved

Laughter down the street;
  I stay straight-faced with thin lips.

why was I desperate to survive?

An aroma of coffee fills the air;
  I type at my work,
    I try to forget it;
It bothers me...

*what was my dream last night?
A strange dream I can't remember has me on edge...
Jack Jenkins Oct 2017
cold days returning,
raindrops fall & breeze blows in,
summers light fades out
Been a while since I haiku'd. :)
Jack Jenkins Sep 2017
there's a metaphor about
    finding something you weren't looking for
  an unexpected treasure,
       & you were that treasure
I wasn't looking for;
   like a pearl on the beach
or a star in the sky
       I got to graze you with my fingertips;
our lips have never met
    but you consume my every thought
unfold every layer of my heart,
        disarm me
you laid your heart on mine;
     so much love I want to give
even if there's a wait,
      it's worth the wait;
reflected in our eyes when they meet,
          burning candlelight,
    sunset through the window,
how I want you
    need you
  love you
on whatever is handy
     I will write...
:) :) :)
Jack Jenkins Sep 2017
There is a sharp pain in my heart,
I know not what to do with it;
pain echoes off my walls,
never a silent moment.

There is a voice in my head,
relentless and thundering;
it never ceases speaking,
it wakes the dead in me.

There is a longing in me,
ceaselessly seeking love;
I look for it in graves,
never looking up
to    the
...Cross...
I'm a failed Christian.
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