#lifeisbutadream
I don't usually grow under harsh conditions,
It takes a while for my seed to sprout.
But he was a gentleman
And he watered me everyday.
He believed in my growth
Although he himself did not know how to grow.
I don't usually grow under harsh conditions,
But in this cruel world I'm beginning to sprout,
Gentle this creature was
He made sure he gave me sun every day
For he wanted me to grow.
I don't usually grow under harsh conditions,
But today I finally sprout.
I'm glad I can now sustain him
Now it is my turn to believe in him
He can finally enjoy my fragrance and the beauty in my petals.
I can now help you to grow too
Just like you have shown me.
We don't usually grow under harsh conditions,
But I'm here now
Bobbing my head, dancing to the wind.
Showing you that with patience anything is possible.
Let me show you how to grow under these harsh conditions.
©jonesy2019
Apr 11, 2019
Apr 11, 2019 at 11:01 AM UTC
As I sat there contemplating...
I realized I was not as important to him as he was to me.
Jonesy 2019©
Feb 24, 2019
Feb 24, 2019 at 7:27 PM UTC
Growing up as a child and a young teen was not the best,
The memories up to this day traumatize me:
I always remember the bad ones and never the rest.
Now don't take this as a sob story I don't take well to pity,
Just give me a few minutes to dwell
On a childhood that was anything but well.
It was the 29th day of March,
A long and eerie night
A miscarriage was near in sight
The doctor told her:
Its very possible that you will lose your baby
After hours of pain and blood loss
Came a bundle of joy with "cat eyes" that brought light to all a young mother's flaws.
It was a miracle.
"Its a baby girl, woah look at those eyes they are almost bioluminescent in the dark"
Parents could never be so proud to bring such a beautiful creature to the world.
"I wish all the best, to this little girl"
Life was great
But I wasn't truly welcomed
Some people my existence upset.
But as a baby and toddler, it was great all I had to do was breastfeed, cry and ****
Then time happened and life became complicated.
My mom cheated (or was continuously cheating) and there was no preset
My dad wished there was a reset
And me... I was treated like an asset;
For money.
For **** sake my young years have been duped.
Jonesy 2019 ©
Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 8:41 AM UTC
I'm writing from a state of creative deprivation,
And I don't know why
Life is driving on and it somewhat forgot me at the bus stop.
I'm writing from a state of creative deprivation.
Everything around me lacks inspiration,
Everything around me is now monotonous,
And I don't know why.
I'm writing from a state of creative deprivation.
It's ironic that when I started learning from school,
"How to be creative and how to make it better"
I lost my creativity.
And I don't know why.
I'm writing from a state of creative deprivation.
I no longer know how to express myself,
My creativity drives everything that I am;
I lost it.
And I don't know why.
I'm writing from a state of creative deprivation.
To me this world held so much inspiration.
Now,
The world holds the paint brushes;
Creative thinkers are the paint,
And this world lacks color.
And I don't know why.
Jonesy 2018 ©
Jun 6, 2018
Jun 6, 2018 at 5:06 PM UTC
Gone too soon...
Sometimes memories ain't enough...
The sun shone today,
As it always does.
I woke up today,
But I wonder if that is enough.
A life is given birth to.
inner voice
Yes I know
While another one dies.
inner voice
Its just how it goes
Life is perfectly imperfect
inner voice
That's just how it roll
No matter what we do.
inner voice
So what can we do
It's an inner strength,
That push us to greater measures.
We will go the length,
To seek out our most precious treasures.
inner voice
But what do we do once that strength is gone?
We shut down
We become annoyed
inner voice
But it needn't be this way
If we fight harder we can take that crown
That crown that is metaphorical to everything that brings us joy.
I know you feel like you lost a fight,
Like everything is gone and no longer bright
Like you should give up and just take flight,
So when you feel low all day and night,
Use this poem as a guiding light.
Jonesy 2018 ©
Apr 18, 2018
Apr 18, 2018 at 10:04 AM UTC
"I have a hole in my heart."
Those were the first words he ever said to me,
As he tried expressing his feelings towards me.
"I have a hole in my heart."
Of course these words had meaning
Such feelings.
I could not say how I felt after that,
But my emotions cried a river.
"I have a hole in my heart."
I watched him clutch his heart,
Saw him moan in pain,
As his heart's depression finally gave in.
"He has a hole in his heart. "
When he told me this I never thought he meant literally,
Only emotionally,
A soft spot for me.
What am I supposed to do to help this boy
Who has a hole in his heart.
Jonesy 2018 ©
Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 2:25 PM UTC
I once had it all,
Now I get to suffer from the memories of it all.
I once stood tall,
Unaware that I was marking my own fall,
Now I get to suffer from the memories of it all.
My fate was ringing and I ran too fast to answer the call,
Now I get to suffer from the memories of it all.
I'm not a verbal person,
But just hear me out,
It's not you, I'm the reason I had doubts.
Now let's make this clear,
It was a nice love affair
That ended too soon
But I'm the one to blame for its sudden fall
Now I get to suffer from the memories of it all.
What can I do,
I don't deserve you,
But I don't know what to say,
But if I may,
Will you please stay?
Ugh, I'm sorry
My feelings are a brick wall
Writing this poem is like understanding a brick wall
Now I get to suffer from the memories of it all.
I once had it all,
Now I get to suffer from the memories of it all.
I once stood tall,
Unaware that I was marking my own fall,
Now I get to suffer from the memories of it all.
My fate was ringing and I ran too fast to answer the call,
Now I get to suffer from the memories of it all.
Jonesy © 2017
Dec 19, 2017
Dec 19, 2017 at 1:16 AM UTC
Pain,
That's all it is,
Pain.
They say there's no gain if there's no pain
But why does this pain seem to go in vain, because I feel no gain
See no gain
And it's driving me insane.
Pain.
Feel like I'm stuck in a fast lane but going no where
They say they've been there
Then tell me why they don't understand my fear
So I tell them don't come near
Cause Its clear
They don't understand this scare
All they do is pat me on the back and say " Dear, Dear Dear"
They don't understand, see,
It's inside of me
An inner demon that's controlling me freely,
They try to help, oui!
But they don't understand that this inner demon is me,
Pain.
"There's no gain without pain"
Man those words are clichéd
I feel the pain without seeing the gain
But that's okay;
Don't mind me I'll be over there in my corner not conversing
Like what I'm doing now,
Just contemplating.
Jonesy 2017 ©
Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 6:25 PM UTC
Growing up I was always told:
"Jonesy, you will change the world, I hope they're ready."
I was sold on the idea and held fast to it ,
I was there, awaiting jubilantly my future duty.
Growing up I was never informed:
"Jonesy,this world will change you"
Appauled that after trying so hard to know your character
The world just change the script.
Growing up I should have been notified:
"Jonesy, life offers you more pain than joy"
Slowly, I realized that and I cherished those beautiful moments,
And dearly I did.
I know now what I was never told then,
Life is stressful; it is relaxing;
Life brings obstacles; it brings you aid,
But most importantly, Life is what you make of it.
Jonesy 2017 ©
Nov 18, 2017
Nov 18, 2017 at 2:39 PM UTC
Everything seems dark
This must be the end
I never believed that I would have made it at this point,
That thin line between fate and destiny.
Somehow it feels like my life and I aren't joint;
Like this life does not belong to me.
Controlled by something known to be bigger and just,
Our choices we own, cause what we reap we will sew,
But at the end of the day our bones are going to turn to dust,
And that's the only truth we will truly ever know.
At the crossroads, left, right, up or down,
One side holds vipers, Tigers, bears and toads,
The other three holds all of the best things that could go wrong;
The future is one crystal orb we can not hold.
Jonesy 2017 ©
Sep 14, 2017
Sep 14, 2017 at 1:05 PM UTC
Dry your tears,
No more pain.
It's like you are one with nature,
The skies are crying for you instead tonight.
As you stay there looking empty,
Like you have been taken from life...
Emotionally.
Dry your tears,
No more pain.
Shattered...,
Like your trust,
Like that broken window you always stare through...
Wondering if he will ever come back,
Shattered.
Shattered
Like a broken window.
Dry your tears,
No more pain.
The skies have stopped crying.
You are hurting...but,
Your scars are healing.
Bruises show that you are a fighter.
Go and get happiness,
Not so many panes,
To patch up the broken window.
Dry your tears,
No more pain.
Jonesy 2017 ©
Mar 19, 2017
Mar 19, 2017 at 8:48 PM UTC
It knocks you down purposely, half expecting you to kick the bucket,
But it never ends there, when it realizes you got back up,
It works on your weaknesses.
Nothing comes easy, and if it does chances are you won’t appreciate it,
Life will **** you dry like a mob of leeches.
Life doesn’t care about your race, social class, gender or age, honestly,
But you better remember life believes in karma,
So it will **** off our people senselessly;
Having the family members crying “Why yuh tek he life fa. ”
Yes, Life can be a pain in the rare end,
But it's how we adjust,
Live your life to the fullest, to someone else be a friend,
And life should give you back what you put out; "In God we trust"
Jonesy 2016 ©
Nov 10, 2016
Nov 10, 2016 at 8:44 AM UTC
It's just another day;
Another hour that has passed.
You were always so distant,
Now I see why,
You are broken too,
You've lost all hope,
Just like me.
It's just another day;
Another hour that has passed.
Love did you an unkind deed,
Now she's gone,
And you're here all alone,
You wish she loved you too;
Staring through that glass window.
It's just another day;
Another hour that has passed.
And you're still here,
I don't know why,
If you love her go after her,
I'm sure you will like that,
At least that's what I hear when your sleeping.
It's just another day;
Another hour that has passed.
Don't worry about me,
I've lost all hope in us too,
Love did me a bad deed;
I'm broken too,
To love a guy who is in love with someone else.
Jonesy 2016 ©
Oct 24, 2016
Oct 24, 2016 at 3:47 PM UTC
It was a gloomy night,
I remember it now like it was yesterday,
No stars shone for they were out of sight,
Quiet on her perch she swayed.
She always sang to me the sweetest tunes,
As a reward for reading her one of her favorite stories,
Who knew this would have been the last time that I would have seen her underneath the moon,
Where she has gone will always be an unsolved mystery.
I soon learn how to move on,
Both for her and for me,
Even though in my sorrows , pains and griefs,
I know that my little nightingale is free.
Jonesy 2016 ©
Sep 18, 2016
Sep 18, 2016 at 4:58 PM UTC
As i stare through my glass window,
I see your face; sun-kissed,
Your eyes match the sunrise that i admire so much.
All is still.
A silent breeze disturbs the movement,
As the sun says goodbye for the day.
Again I see your face,
All is clear now,
What I am looking at,
A vast reflection of what i used to be.
I was like the sunrise,
People couldn't wait until I was " Up in the sky,"
But now they treat me like the sunset,
As beautiful as i am in the sky,
They can't wait until i drift down (out of sight).
Jonesy 2016 ©
Sep 1, 2016
Sep 1, 2016 at 7:30 PM UTC
One day I'll make my dreams come true,
I'll be that someone that "they" say I'll never be.
I'll show them "nothing is impossible,"
And to expect the unexpected,
Even if you have to "hope for the best while expecting the worst.
I know,
Yes,
Sometimes I feel like its a long shot and I don't have what it takes to get to my dreams,
But I will not be discouraged,
We will not be discouraged.
This is my Dreamers' Prayer.
Jonesy 2016©
Aug 24, 2016
Aug 24, 2016 at 1:09 PM UTC
Farewell,
Don't mind me too much I'm just an old friend passing by,
One that you would be sad to lose,
Even though you act like i am just a transparent object.
Farewell,
I'm sure you'll see me again;
If you dream of me.
Try not to miss me too much,
If you do at all.
Jonesy 2016©
Aug 21, 2016
Aug 21, 2016 at 9:00 PM UTC
Daylight breaks the midnight mist,
As the sun finds its true place in the sky,
All of creation prepares for the day ahead.
All is well,
Nature,
A mystery itself,
Takes its first breath,
Flowers fill the air with their fragrance,
Birds fill the sky with their chirps,
Trees sway as they beautify the earth,
As the sun rises.
Jonesy 2016 ©
Aug 11, 2016
Aug 11, 2016 at 9:26 PM UTC
Maybe in a different world,
I'm a tree,
Big,
Not only physically,
I am very important to nature and its inhabitants,
I clean the air for those around me.
Maybe in a different world,
I am a boy,
Wild,
Eager,
Loves to embrace my ego,
Races to see how many girls' days i can brighten up,
I'll try my hardest to understand her perspective,
She'll be my queen.
Maybe in a different world,
I am a diamond,
One who can be mistaken for a shiny rock,
My value under priced,
My potential overlooked.
Maybe in a different world,
I am the ocean,
With many rivers working together to reach a common goal,
To flow in tranquility until they reach me,
When they feel like giving up,
I look up to the skies and pray,
The rain make them full again.
Maybe in a different world,
I can achieve anything i put my mind to,
I work towards it,
Practice and succeed,
For life isn't about the destinations,
Its about the journeys.
Jonesy 2016 ©
Aug 8, 2016
Aug 8, 2016 at 8:57 PM UTC
Skies seem dark,
Like I'm going to rain,
But I know the sun will soon
shine the storms away.
Hard times are strong,
But its not permanent,
As long as we have faith long
enough we won't go wrong.
Just as butterflies are meant to
soar through the skies,
Try to be different in every single
way,
We will be triumphant through all
trials,
Butterfly Fly Away.
Jonesy 2016 ©
Aug 8, 2016
Aug 8, 2016 at 6:39 PM UTC
I know you are the love of my life,
And i know you mean alot to me,
But those words will be the last that you use as your knife,
Even though i am the one who's going to be cutting you out.
You use my affection as an excuse to do what you want,
And back then,
I let you.
You used my flaws,
As your weapon against me,
Your words cut deep like a knife,
Even though i am the one who's cutting you,
Out.
I won't lie have made mistakes too,
I have hated and beat myself down for that,
That hurt.
I regret it.
But I'm only human.
You threw it back in my face every time we got in an argument,
Then have the audacity to tell me i always bring up the past.
You made me feel worse than i already felt,
Even if i was afraid to tell you the truth of the matter,
Can't explain,
Can't express,
I'm cutting you out.
I know when someone doesn't care,
They say the things you do,
They act the way you do.
But yet i forgave you.
I guess love is stupid,
No, I'm stupid.
I have to cut you out.
You think everything i do is drama,
Foolishness,
Petty,
Not worth it.
I'm replaceable.
Not important.
Waste of space.
My emotions mean nothing,
"Yeah that's what you do best, go write a poem!''
I'm cutting you out.
I need you out of my system,
Out of my head,
No
Get out of my heart,
I know you don't belong there,
Anymore.
I'll cut you,
Out.
I don't love you,
I hate you,
No wait i love you,
I don't hate you,
****
Heart would you make up your "mind",
"Doesn't matter",
As you said,
Cut you out.
I know,
You're right,
Matter of fact,
I always do things wrong,
I cry on the inside,
While maintaining a perfect smile on the outside.
Sometimes with all these mixed emotions,
I forget who i am,
"Are you Miss. Jones?"
"No "
"I'm Miss.Understood."
For my sake,
I have to cut you out.
I don't like giving up on others,
But you made me give up on myself:
Disappointed in myself,
Thought i made your heart go "tick tock,''
Reality is,
I wasn't even worth your time.
As the clock ticks away,
I will cut you out.
Jonesy 2016 ©
Jul 28, 2016
Jul 28, 2016 at 8:25 PM UTC
I was here for three years now,
But it feels like a decade.
This place is filled of pity,
Flaws,
Insecurities,
Lies,
And a trapped little girl;
Her heart and mind are her only cell mates,
While her emotions are the officers who held her captive.
One day she got out,
And she felt free,
With her heart and mind,
Hand in hand,
She didn't want to go back to that cold, dark place,
Where no one understood her;
Free.
But sadly once a week that little girl goes back to that cold, dark place,
Its not her fault,
People laugh at her in the real world too.
The prison is no different.
At least she isn't judged there,
Cause no one knows how she feels on the inside.
Jonesy 2016 ©
Jul 28, 2016
Jul 28, 2016 at 7:14 PM UTC