We'll pretend we hold the forest,
We'll stand regal like the pine,
We have tried to be good soldiers
Labouring under the sunshine.
And all the little notes will carry us,
Spare the bruises on our spine.

And what a thing to do forever.

Can you see the fire?
Can you hear its song?
Can you flicker in the secret breeze
Where the melodies belong?
And we, the voiceless,
Sang the loudest all along.

And what a thing to do forever.

Steal the canopies for shelter,
Weave the branches for a bed.
Lay your words upon the fallen leaves
Where they'll sleep once they've been said.
Read the stories of the quiet stars
In a deep blue overhead.

And what a thing to do forever.

I love to think about you all the time.
You and I doing things we shouldn't be.
We're such rebels in my head you know?
Always acting wild and free.

People diss us and shake their heads,
While we walk on past.
Once we get away from them all,
Oh my.
People would be scared of our passion for each other.

Sometimes you bruise me,
But not on purpose.
It's just 'cuz we're having so much fun.
Being so wild and ****.

But then,
You act like you don't remember me.
And go on forever without seeing me.

What's sad is that I wake up everyday,
Always with you on my mind.
A daydream about you.
And I'm never in your daydreams once.

Because.... well,
You don't even know I exist.

Her body spread across my bed.
Silhouettes of her moulded by my duvet cover

The sun rays peeked through the blinds, she now awaken, wiped the sleep from her eyes while adjusting to the light.

I adjusted to her.

Body heat comforted the cold morning air.

Admiring everything that we are.

Caught in between the duvet and a moment.

I feel her and not just in the physical sense of her

The scent of her lingers in my pillows, the scent of us lingers in the duvet

I think there was a moment where she said, no we said, **** we would never say. Like, I think I love you. There might have been a few kisses in between deep breaths, deep breaths because our bodies would die without air

But who cares

Lips locked, caught a few hairs in my mouth
We laughed while I pulled it out
and she smiled when I put it in.

Deep thoughts
She said
She love
She loves everything about me especially what’s within.

I felt like
I mean we felt like
No time felt like it was frozen.

And she froze, let out a sigh mid ******

Silence

I laughed at the frizziness of her hair
Wiped away a loose eyelash

I could of made a few more wishes but I already had what I wished for,

Sunday Mornings with you.

Oct. 6th. 2014

By: Jason R. Johnson

write a poem.  what?
write a poem.  ******* mean?
congratulations.

when he left I was devastated
I was too in love to let him go but he left regardless
he fixed me but when he left I knew that I couldn't fix him
he's been gone for over 7 months now and yet it all feels like yesterday
the ache in my heart remains the same
and I occasionally shed some tears
I couldn't listen to his band music
because they brought way too much memories
but no matter how much I made it about myself
it was never my place to be upset with him because in the end it was his decision to leave
not mine, not anyone, and certainly not his band mates  
he was the love of my life but he's long gone now
goodbye zayn malik

I saw him walk away
Before my very eyes

And i stood there
Stunned
Wanting to pull him back.

But i knew
He wouldn't want that.

So i let him walk away.
He never looked back
Not even once.

I knew he was broken
But he did not want
To be fixed.

He said men are not
Supposed to be broken.

So i watched him walk away
Wanting to tell him
That it's okay to be broken
It's not wrong to be hurt
Because pain is what makes us human.

If he would let me
I’d marvel at your ebony hair
falling weightlessly
down your tired shoulders
Oh, how it kills me with jealousy

If he would let me
I’d run my fingers through them
finding comfort in its thickness
creating paths of discovery

If he would let me
I’d sit for hours marveling
at those hazel eyes, very dark hazel eyes
trying to dissect their histories
stories and even their romances

If he would let me
I’d embrace you
tightly, till my heart speaks with yours
in beats in sync

If he would let me
I’d hold your hand
and feel the rush of a 16 year old
high on butterflies and blushes

If he would let me
I’d kiss those wine red lips
and get drunk off of their toxicity
**** sobriety at this point

If he would let me
I’d lie on the hood of my car
under the stars, with you
listening to you foretelling
a vague future of fame and glory

If he would let me
I’d paint a portrait of ultimate beauty
with my fingertips
on your freckled skin
that’ll drive Aphrodite mad

If he would let me
I’ll stay high of off your laughter
enjoying the lightness of joy
all day, everyday

If he would let me
I’d go forth and give you it
but every time
I reach inside my rib cage
to grab it
it pulls back
and protrudes thorns

Oh dear heart
why have you sedated your being
I do miss me some adrenaline?
Why won’t you let me?

“I have heard many pumps you idiot
but none like mine
you think I like being prozac-ked
by your silly fear?

Oh dear you are a fool indeed”