JMB: Favorites

Nov 2017 JMB

CAM

I really want to thank you.
Whether I'm being sarcastic or not,
You'll never know.

I feel like every time I write something,
It's for someone to read.
Spooky government guys,
Or girls who really like fries.

But sometimes it feels like I don't want to.
I don't want you to read about
Who or what affects me.

Sometimes I worry because my friends can read these things.
My friends, they enjoy poetry too.
My English teacher's on here.
She says she approves.

It's weird, isn't it?
How small the world is.
Yet I never see who I really want to.

I see uncles and aunts
And really long lost cousins.
I see my grandma's friends everywhere.
At weddings and all affairs.

But the only way I can see
Who I really want to.
Is through writing and pictures,
And trust me,
I do.

But it feels like it can't be real,
not yet.
I have eight months to go,
And I fret and I fret.

I can't wait to see those
Amazing blue eyes.
The upturn of blond hair,
And your shirts like the skies.

Your sense of adventure keeps me going.
It's weird,
I know,
how these words keep flowing.
You'll never read them.
But if you do,
Hi,
I suppose.

I miss you.
With your laugh,
So infrequent,
And your entrances.
Through fire escapes?
     That's perfectly normal to me.
From under a table?
      That's pretty normal to see.
To scare me on a staircase?
      Of course, why not?
Hanging off a balcony?
    Fine, but keep your thoughts.

But the one entrance you have yet to make.
Is the one I want you to most.
The one that leads you back into my world.
The one that makes the legend unfurl.

I have documents upon documents
I'd love you to read.
But you never really will,
It's not hard to believe.

Poems and lists,
Monologues galore.
But wait and look,
Here's one more.
And you ask,
What is it truly for?

A thank you,
Dear friend
For being who you are.
And simply to ask you to look up at the stars.

For I can see the moon,
And so can you.
And I just wish,
I could see you too.

Don't mind this. Just an outflowing of thought.

Nov 2017 JMB

Don't Judge

Nov 2017 JMB

Aly

Don't Judge

Please don't judge me
Based on my looks,
Age,
Race,
Gender,
Or any of that stuff.

What you see
Is not what you get!
I am so much more
Than you can notice
From a simple glance at me.

Just because I am young,
Does not mean that I am clueless.
Just because I am a girl,
Does not mean that I am weak.

So anyone who disagrees,
Get over yourself.

I just had to do a little rant poem. I had an incident today where someone was treating me as if I was stupid just cause I am a little younger than they are. Yes, I know that I am not a genius. But neither are you.

#girlpower #imsorrybutijusthadto

Nov 2017 JMB

Barely Here

Nov 2017 JMB

CAM

Barely Here

I barely feel happy anymore.
I just don’t feel it.
I don’t know why,
but it’s been going on for a while.
Most of the time, I don’t feel sad,
but I just don’t get happy all the time.

I’m mostly sad, my happy moods are too easily disrupted,
and they come not often enough at all.
I feel like I’ve changed too much from who I used to be, I can’t tell
If it’s because of my friends, my family, all the stupid heartbreaks,
Stress, or whatever. I can’t tell anymore.

It’s just all a part of my life.
It’s super frustrating because I don’t know what to get rid of
To have my life be happier because I don’t know yet
What will break me? I don’t know.

People keep having these problems all around me
And they say I’m the happy one
And I have all the joy,
And if I only knew how they felt….no.

I do. I know how you feel when you have depression and anxiety
I was raised in a divorced family with not one,
But two verbally abusive dads.
One mom who’s always away from home,
Working an hour away from right here.
One dad who doesn’t care.
One who cares too much sometimes and none the next day.
No parents who support my hobbies and what makes me happy.
No parents who are proud of me for my grades.

Three friends who help me when I’m in trouble,
And listen when I’m sad.
Three. TWO.

Two friends who are there when I need them.
Two friends who I send monologues and paragraphs.
Two people I trust.
Two. ONE.

One person,
I trust to not leave me,
To not break me,
To support me,
To not call me annoying,
To tell me the truth,
To tell me I’m doing great and I can do this.
One person who knows how my mind works.
One person, I trust with my mind,
My life,
My soul.
Three. Two. ONE.

They aren't here right now.
They're gone into the void where I can't see them.
Not clearly.
All I have are pictures,
Pictures of who my best friend is.
Pictures of who they were when I last saw them.
Pictures of the friend I love more than I love myself.
And the friend I miss most in the world.
But I wonder if they have any pictures of me.

Nov 2017 JMB

Write On Resurrection

Nov 2017 JMB

VS aka Jason Cole

Write On Resurrection

I'm longing for the glory days
of most deft perfection

My pen moving in motions
that defied known direction

Well-placed words can swallow whole the bones of perception

And so until these hands are cold
I'll pursue this resurrection

©Jason Cole

I resolve to write on...

#write #words #resurrection