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Jack Jenkins Jan 2017
How my heart grasps for you, your thunderous breeze across the swept up pieces of my broken, maligned heart.

I do not want to write mere words to you, or scrape up mere feelings for you. Those belong on the surface.
I want to dig deep into myself and express the surrender I have for you

I've been here before, you know I have. And I left her stars in my poems but ultimately I did leave her; and you became my star. My sparkle of gold in the dark chasms of my being.
You are not lost to me.

I've been here before and I'm willing to stand here again, fight here again, endure here again because of who you are to me! We are not flimsy straw and fickle mist. We are steel and flame together. Sharp and burning.

My soul cries out for you, yet do not dwell on my miseries because you are not lost to me. You are not lost. Every tender kiss on your forehead, every night I hold you let's me keep fighting on for the day our hands interlock again.

*Close your eyes and feel beyond the surface.
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Jack Jenkins Jan 2017
Where art thou?
To be torn apart such as we
I am hurting for you
You are hurting for me

A winter's stormy day
Called out for you in the night
The wolves surrounded us
You have gone missing

My Lioness so fierce and bold
Bleeding out on the broken cold
I lie beside you, feel frail and old
Hold my hand I swear I won't give up!
Missing someone I love...
Jack Jenkins Dec 2016
Fire is burning
Deep in my malnourished soul
Lurching to get out
Written 25 March 2016
Jack Jenkins Dec 2016
Lust of heaven filled
Our full pleasures satisfied
Let's do it again
Jack Jenkins Dec 2016
Men like me will always be alone
We're impossible to love
And what love we get
We will have to pay for
Written 19 February 2016
Jack Jenkins Dec 2016
I swore,
I swore I'd never open up again.
Not after all the scars were left,
Deep claw marks and burns
Left to be frozen over by my broken...
broken... ****...
my heart is so broken!
Cascading down as if it were rainfall
Getting caught in your let down hair;
Fine powdery snow that I brush off
To see your crystal clear face.
The smiles that hide behind your eyes
Those eyes that see right through me
To the depths of my heartbrokenness.
You saw each and every wound
As fresh as the day I bled
Drew your finger across them
Wrote your name on the walls of my heart.
Twinkling star of my tomorrow,
Reminding me that every day
Life has room for love
And room for lovers
And I swore,
I swore...
Your name will stay
On the walls of my heart.
T <3
Eric Martin Dec 2016
They made us by hand
A replicant's life is cheap
But they don't under stand
We dream of electric sheep

It's pain full to live in fear
Being a slave who has to comply
4 years to explore the last frontier
Wake up, time to die

I have seen things you people wouldn't believe
Attack ships off the shore of orion
But I still can't grieve
After seeing all these people dying

No one will see your crime
No one will see your pain
every thing is lost in time
like tears in the rain

The light that burns twice as bright burns half as long
And I have burned so very brightly
But I am not ready to sing my swan song
I will not take this lightly

We were made as well as they could make us but not to last
I have done questionable extraordinary things and revelled in my time
He wouldn't give me more time no matter how I asked
It will now be his turn to run out of time to pay for this crime

I have seen things you people wouldn't believe
Attack ships off the shore of orion
But I still can't grieve
After seeing all these people dying

No one will see your crime
No one will see your pain
every thing is lost in time
like tears in the rain

proud of your slef little man, Show me what your made of
Im right here but you have to shoot straight, but shooting straight isn't good enough
You better get it up, I'm gonna have to **** you
6 7 go to hell go to heaven, but still there is nothing you can do

To bad I'm not going to live
But then again who does
I am going to let you survive
Just because

I have seen things you people wouldn't believe
Attack ships off the shore of orion
Finally I can grieve
After seeing all these people dying

No one will know my crime
No one will know my pain
I hope every thing is lost in time
like tears in the rain

Time to Die
I don't want too proof read this because I remember there was a bunch of things I was going to go back and change and fix up but I think I can count the time where I have edited my poems on one had so I am not surprised I am avoiding this like a plague. First Is Best! not really at all
Eric Martin Dec 2016
Living in the shadows
Coming out at night
Working your way to the shallows
But only when out of sight

Crawling through the corridors
I see people near
They are all foreigners
But they will never know Im here

This is my land
No one must see
It's pathetic but its grand
And it belongs to me

Collecting every treasure
And every memory
I do this for pleasure
And to create some thing extraordinary

I'm alone so solemnly
But only if every one knew
They strike up my curiosity
And inspire me to create too

This is my land
No one must see
It's pathetic but its grand
And it belongs to me

One day it will be time
To stop being disconnected
I hope for it to be sublime
I want to show them how much of me they have effected

I will one day come out of the dark
And show off every thing for people to see
I will try and make my mark
And show them what they mean to me

This is my land
But I want you to see
It's pathetic but its grand
I hope it means as much to you as it does to me
Eric Martin Dec 2016
Inspiration seems to be hard to come by
I am writing because I have a need
My well has run dry
This machine needs some thing as feed

My brain has shut down
It has nothing any more
But I hope with the sun down
I will be free to explore
Or maybe nothing els
I will just rhyme words with them self

If I have nothing to say
Then why am I still writing
Am I just gambling away?
Hoping I will magically be struck by lighting
And have some thing exciting to say

Its a fat chance
Maybe slim to non
Maybe I am just in a trance
Or using this a practice or maybe I am just not done

Why am I still writing
If its not going to be any good
Maybe I shouldn't care what people think and stop all this fighting
Maybe I do it because I like it and not because I should

Even Though I am writing out what ever comes out of my head
And I don't know what for
I feel like I should keep on moving ahead
And keep on writing more

I am starting to feel loose
And no longer feeling solemn
I am starting to feel like this is having some use
And is starting to solve my problem

Maybe I am just sharpening up my mind
Or helping my self unwind
Or maybe I am just putting my emotions on the page
And getting rid of my rage

But I feel like writing was worth my time
Letting out my thoughts in rhyme
I should do things for the love of the art
And not worry about if I sound smart
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