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Jack Jenkins Apr 2016
I am the forgotten
I am the oppressed
I am the depressed
I am the lonely
I am the small
I am the dying
I am lost
I am sad
I am one

**I am discarded
Jack Jenkins Apr 2016
I miss your silhouette in bed next to me at night.
I know you had to go, and I know you were right.
I still want you here to hold so tight.
You helped me through, healed me too
You held me together with duct tape and glue.
But now you're gone, gone away for good
No more embraces on my car's hood.
Here I am, simply wishing we were sweaty and naked, holding each other in our arms.
But it's too late...
Fictional
Jack Jenkins Apr 2016
Marry me in black:

Love has become twisted and scarred in my apathetic heart
A wretched torture chamber of unfilled dreams and wasted time
Lost hearts and broken memories
Too heavy a price for nothing in the end

Contrasting

Bury me in White:

Let the sweet kiss of death reach my lips in the night
The Angel of Death will breathe into my lungs and peace shall reign
Sweet charity of being free
Hope filled of life evermore

Marry me in black; Bury me in white
Jack Jenkins Apr 2016
This drowsy heart is robbed of all love,
Stolen away in criminal fashion,
Put on the black market,
For a one night stand.
Jack Jenkins Apr 2016
Avail my mind to find the key to your heart;
Sojurn my soul to lift you to higher levels.

I seek to discover the richness of your love.

Let my ardor for you find peace in your heart.
Oh, that you would want me with fondness!
Voluptuous is your beauty; veracious my love;
Enriching our lives, our hands interlock.

Yet you do not see this the same as I!
Offering my heart to you, you recoil;
Undone is my spirit, mangled and mutilated.
Jack Jenkins Apr 2016
My heart is aching
Cause
I miss you so much
Jack Jenkins Apr 2016
I rage against the waves of anger,
Slashing away at the waterline,
With a sword of cork and wood.

Relentless is my fury against,
This opposition vast and immortal.


I spend every millisecond of my frail life,
Swinging and swiping, fighting imaginary ghosts.
My haggard arms wash away in the receding tides,
And my starved body collapses and goes underneath.
My gaunt figure goes lifeless, filling with the departing waters.

I died thinking I had won.
Jack Jenkins Apr 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.
Jack Jenkins Apr 2016
Glimpsing her bathing on the roof,
He averted his eyes and looked away.

Wondering if his eyes remembered her beauty correctly,
He sneakily took a short glance to see clearly.

And that was all it took for King David,
Who gazed upon the wife of his own soldier.

Lured by a glimpse,
Hooked by a glance,
Swallowed by a gaze,
He didn't know the steep cost to be paid.
A poem about King David from the Bible with Bathsheba
Jack Jenkins Apr 2016
For a time my world was in vibrant colors,
All the oceans were in blue and green,
The deserts were in red and caramel brown,
And all the grass and trees were glittering emeralds,
The flowers were a myriad of colors, like rainbows,
And the snowy mountains were a deep purple, capped with twinkling snow.

But frosts came.
The oceans were frozen solid killing all life in them,
The deserts were like a sheet of ice was rolled over them,
The grass withered and died away; the trees were stripped of their leaves.
The pedals of the flowers fell and decayed into nothing,
And the sun is covered in black clouds that the snow twinkles no longer.

I'm cold and frozen.
My eyes only processes in black and white,
As my mind has forgotten what colors are.
Fire has since become extinct,
And light flees this forsaken world.
I endure it, though. I endure.
Because I love you,
And with you I remember color.
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