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Jack Jenkins Nov 2016
When we lock the door, all alone,
Painting a masterpiece on the canvas
That is our bodies.
The bleeding hearts stop with the rhythms of one another, me inside you, we gasp for air.
A symphony of sweat and *** and pleasures upon pleasures, just until the sun dawns upon our tired skin.
For all the night we gave to each other, speaking not in words but in ecstasy and bite marks.
When the bed finally empties, we clothe ourselves and bar our hearts from the world.
Because only we understand our pain.
Only when we're together in bed do we heal.
Just insane ramblings from an insane man. Carry on.
Jack Jenkins Nov 2016
When you left,
The rainbows turned to ashen grey.
Stars stopped glittering off the waters.
Flowers closed themselves up in hiding.
Birds lost their love of songs, and fell silent.
My heart grew sand and become a desolate desert.

I couldn't comprehend living without you,
Without your life welded to my heart,
Earth suddenly lost seven billion people,
And I was all alone, forever.

Suddenly I could care less about moonlit nights on the beach;
Not if you weren't walking them with me.
A movie at the theater was a pointless trip;
Not if you weren't watching with me.
Life became dull, blunt, colorless,
Just a routine of numbness and apathy I couldn't endure.
Written in March of 2016.
Jack Jenkins Nov 2016
I did love you
You just
Couldn't take a
Chance
//On her//
I don't think I've ever poured such heartbreak into such few words before...
Jack Jenkins Nov 2016
All I've ever learned from love is you get hurt by the people you'd die for.
They light a light deep in your heart and your natural instinct is to kindle it and stoke it until it's a blazing inferno and they're supposed to come and bask in the heat of it and everything is supposed to be good.
Nobody told me the fire burns and consumes everything and you get left with a charred husk on the inside incapable of functioning like it should.
I gave you every ******* thing I had and it evidently isn't good enough for you. I burned for so very long for you and you didn't care. You still don't care. *******.
There's nothing left in me except a cold anger and a blistering rage that I'm really trying to contain.
Really I just want to snap and be done with it.
I wish I'd never met you. It would have saved me so much pain.
If you love me let me die.
Guess for once I'm gonna be selfish in this relationship and *******.
Jack Jenkins Oct 2016
You can put many things into mini fridges
You can put mini fridges into many things
But you can't put mini fridges into mini things
**** you can put mini things into mini fridges
A light, whimsical poem for my dark mood. :)
Jack Jenkins Dec 2016
Somehow I ended up callused and jaded from tending these long burnt out flames. Cold ashes with a metallic flavor that leaves my nose bleeding and my mouth dry.
My world swirled with dark greys and pale purples.
I was on my knees cursing at the thunderstorms above me and swatting at the laughing hyenas circling me.
My heart wanted me dead...
Then there was you.
You became my sparkle of gold, my jewel in the mist.
I saw you like a guiding light and I sought you out amidst the rubble of my soul. Your glistening eyes, your honeyed lips, all the sweetness in your lavender heart.
It doesn't matter the mistakes we made together. We made them together and touched one another's heart.
We felt the scars we had...
*And there was no shame.
Very much a freestyle poem.
Jack Jenkins Oct 2016
You never knew, Love;
You never knew did you?
The heart that waited and wanted
Fastened to you, hoping for his chance
That chance you never gave me, Love.
Why?

Your fragile heart collects the dust
After years of misuse and abuse
From all the ones who squandered you
While all the while I was there
Clawing at the door to your heart.
Why?

Do you know tonight, this night, Love?
Tonight, this night is the night love dies;
Oh the night that love finally died!
Because you were too scared to see
That my heart has always been yours.
Why?

**Because you
               Were always
                                  The One
This poem just focuses on the pain, not the anger. I could not express that kind of anger.
Jack Jenkins Oct 2016
Air
It moves in an out between my lips
If fills and empties my lungs
It provides oxygen for my blood
And yet I hate the taste of it
It reminds me I'm alive
And I despair in life
Because life is harmful
My soul wrongs itself
So that tears fall from my eyes
If the air were to stop
I might be happy
Then again if the air stopped
I wouldn't have you
Originally posted on Poetfreak - 4 February 2016
Jack Jenkins Oct 2016
Maybe I'll get better
Maybe I won't
Maybe I'll take a chance
Maybe I'm too scared
Maybe I'll move on
Maybe I'm forever stuck
Maybe I'll change
Maybe I'm the same
Maybe there's too much I
Maybe it's not all about me
Maybe I should open my eyes
Maybe stitch up my heart
Certainly there's people hurting
Maybe I should help
Jack Jenkins Oct 2016
The thunder tells the story
Frail laughter and frail glory
Of my mighty love
And my mighty jealousy
Hear the whisper beyond the crack
Of lightning and rain and howling winds
Know the body of whom I long for
Beyond the miles of our division
The distance too great for warmth
For hearts of passion and a wild side
Take me in your arms I plead
Let's see a sunrise wrapped together
Decided to use no punctuation on this piece. :)
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