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Aug 2013 · 555
Mr. Wall, again
Jared Eli Aug 2013
Mr. Wall if I needed you ever, it's now
I've lost the want, the drive, the spark
Mr. Wall I just need you to please show me how
To avoid the inevitable; build Noah's Ark

Take me away from this drowning feeling
Mr. Wall take me somewhere that's warm
Steady my head, for my poor mind is reeling
Harbor me now from this storm

Mr. Wall, I'm afraid of what I might do
What I might, in bad judgement, decide
Mr. Wall keep me safe. Please! I beg you!
Grasp firmly and stand by my side

I feel myself slipping, Mr. Wall, my good friend
I need you to show me the way
To stop all these thoughts from achieving the end
Please Mr. Wall, let me stay.
Aug 2013 · 500
Clouds and rain
Jared Eli Aug 2013
"Not bad for a cloudy day,"
She said as the clouds gave way
To the torrents of rain which pelted my head
As the stoplight said 'yield', then blinked harshly red
The cars as they skittered across the wet street
Were coupled as urgently with running feet
And as water from roadside splashed up on the walk
We gathered in bookstores for coffee and talk
The flags were brought in on their damp, cotton lines
And the halyards stayed free from the rope which entwines
We with our coffee felt free as the wind
And we laughed as the thought remained:
Please don't rescind
Aug 2013 · 373
Lied to a child
Jared Eli Aug 2013
"Daddy's sleeping," they all said
"Daddy went to bed"
But I knew that wasn't true
Somehow I knew him dead
Aug 2013 · 2.5k
I bribed the ferryman
Jared Eli Aug 2013
I just bribed the ferryman, oh yes, I bribed him well
Don't matter how much mischief because we're both headed to hell
I bribed the man to take some time to tell me of his life
He told me of the way he takes the coinage for his wife
He told me he writes poetry, but only in his head
He wrote some lovely lullabies (and love songs for the dead)
The man is quite a cook and made some killer Wonton soup
Then he told me of his wish to make a knit and crochet group
The ferryman that took the ****** seemed like a really awesome guy
And it almost made it worth it that I had had to die
Jared Eli Aug 2013
"Everything wants to be free," said the girl
"Yes, everything wants to be free.
A dog to its owner would say,
Should it talk:
'Please take this leash off of me'"

"Everything wants to be free," said the girl
As she looked from my face to the sky
"Even yourself, though you don't know it yet
Every man, woman, child, and I"

"Everything wants to be free," spoke I, soft
And she stared with her deep, endless eyes
"And yes, you were right, I did not know it then
But to me, this comes as no surprise"

"Everything wants to be free," said the winds
And swirling around us, they came
And whispered the thoughts that we hid in our minds
While calling us gently by name

"Everything wants to be free," said the world
In unison, voicing as one
A merging that started from this very girl
A unity that she'd begun
Not sure if I wrote this one about you, but I know that I thought of you as I wrote it
Jared Eli Aug 2013
I was born on a leap year
Right before the Millenium
A family of five in Mexico were stabbed
Six days before I arrived
And in the same month
(But half the days)
That Rusty won the first NASCAR race
In Japan

Call me a Scorpio, I don't mind
I was born in the year of the rat
And the zodiac says that fire's my element
But I always liked my time spent in water

Pearl is to the ancients
What Topaz is today
Though neither value much
To the people on the Boeing 747
Or the Ilyushin Il-76 cargo plane
That killed 349 people
With the force of their collision

When you look up the day
That I came to be known
As another member of the living
They'll tell you all about the fatal, terrible crash
That I was too young to remember or even witness

Being born in the '90's earns me
No extra respect
No reverent awe
No special treatment
I was born too late for the long-haired peace
Disco and drugs
A John Hughes-like high school
And only my parents got away with
Sweat pants and leg warmers
Or turtleneck sweaters

I am just another 96 baby
But they don't make them like us
Anymore
Aug 2013 · 535
She's alright
Jared Eli Aug 2013
She says that she's alright
Instinctively, I ask
"Promise?"
Jared Eli Aug 2013
He told me he believed
That I had the greatness in me
And to give up now would be
A sad, sad thing

He said it didn't matter
If I believed in god
Because god is all around
And I have felt him

He said I've touched at least
A thousand lives
And he's pretty sure
That I've touched more

He said that no one's perfect
And to hold them to that pedastol
Is a nice concept
But ill-advised

He said that I have it all inside
The leadership and knowledge
The power and respect
The goodness of a man

And it was all I could do,
As I looked at the man
Who I respected and admired,
Not to cry
I've been having these really bad fights with the voices in my head over whether or not to become an Eagle scout. A lot of it had to do with the twelfth point of the scout law: Reverence. I used to be agnostic and considered myself to be the most religious person I knew because I didn't just go to church on Sunday and just believe what my parents had sat me down and told me to believe. I used to think being atheist was stupid because there has to be something after you die and someone's got to tell you where you go, right? And it was impossible to be mad at something you didn't believe in. But then I thought I was using god as a scapegoat and I took responsibility for everything that happened and I thought, "What about computer programs? Where's their 'Afterdeath'? " which sounds silly, but I thought what if that was what happened to people, too? What if we just stopped existing? It's been really depressing for the past seven months, being an atheist, but I know that I can't just say that I'm a Christian or a Catholic or a Muslim or a Jew or a Bhuddist or LDS because that would be lying and I can't lie about religion because it means something to me. If I join a religion, I'm going to go all the way and be pious and follow all the rules and never swear and be abstinent (luckily still a V so I have that option) and not consume substances and ask for forgiveness and give myself to the lord and be really nice and good and want nothing material and benefit society. But I can't do that. At least not yet. And I've got to find out who I am to find out if I ever can, which sounds really cliche, but I don't want to taint any religion by being in it only halfway. And I know that people do that all the time, but I don't want to be one of THEM. That's how I feel about the Eagle. It means something to me, and to me it should be given to those people who are the embodiment of scouting, who are basically almost saint-like. And I know I'll never be. So I've been having these conversations and been being ostracized accidentally and been fighting with my parents and been wanting to either run away or **** myself or both and then been worrying about my sister and how her life's going to turn out and realizing that I'm a terrible, terrible person and a worse friend and hating myself and wanting to change and knowing I can't and basically just having an all around bad time of it all. Until tonight. I talked with my friend's dad who is this firefighter and I've never wanted to be a firefighter and still don't, but I've always admired him and wished we could just shoot the breeze and he told me that he thought I was an Eagle already. All that I neede now was the paperwork. And the fact that he said that, that he believed in me, that he took the time to tell me that he believed I should do it and that I was a great scout and that even through everything I've been through I kept a-smiling and it takes a real gift for that, the fact that he did all of that for me made me feel really relieved and it made me consider going for Eagle. So I don't know if I will or not, but I do know that if he had just given me a slantface contemplative look and said that Eagle was up to me and that it was up to if I felt I exemplified it, I never would have reconsidered and would have closed the book.
Aug 2013 · 800
Mirror, mirror
Jared Eli Aug 2013
Mirror, mirror
On the wall
Who will catch me
When I fall?

Mirror, mirror
In my room
Why'd they take me
From the womb?

Mirror, mirror
In my sleep
Who sees my tears
When I weep?

Mirror, mirror
In my head
Show the Me
Who isn't dead
Jared Eli Aug 2013
I ought to take the time to analyze my mental state
I really ought to try to calm myself down
But apathy that shields an underlying caring
Is the perfect combination for disaster

I ought to take the time to make a few more friends
I'm told they really are the most desired objects
I fancy that at times I'm surrounded by the possibility
Of people who might be my friends if I gave them the chance

I'm mocked and laughed at and I take it with a smile
But when I'm low and lonely I loathe it terribly
And I lock away the faces of the nasty little brats
Who will feel the wrath of my self-torment
Aug 2013 · 388
Some things are meaningless
Jared Eli Aug 2013
I can belt out rhymes
Haphazard and quick
I can make up ditties
That tragically will stick
I can write a speech
That would move a nation
But I don't know what to say:
Evolution or creation?
Aug 2013 · 425
I am not a poet
Jared Eli Aug 2013
I am not a poet
Though I aspire to be such
And as I try to be the best
I don't accomplish much

I am not a poet
Nor was I ever one
And the best I've ever accomplished
Is to let this work be done
Aug 2013 · 434
I miss you
Jared Eli Aug 2013
Your presence lingers
On outstretched fingers
Like reverberating notes
Of opera singers
Aug 2013 · 830
I've never been
Jared Eli Aug 2013
I've never been a masterpiece
In anybody's book
I've never been a photograph
That warranted second look
I've never been a muscle-man
Nor lifted decent weight
I've never been majestic
Can't walk with my back straight
I've never been the subject
Of dinner-table talk
I've never made girls giggle
And request me for a walk
I've never been the kind of guy
Whose words are taken seriously
I've never had the kind of face
That conceals me mysteriously
I've never been a monster
Nor a saint of any kind
I've never been invisible
But I'm often hard to find
I've never been a savior
One one who has been Saved
I've never been to parties
Where I've seen the strobes and raved
I've never reached beyond myself
And changed another's life
And I've never stopped and thought about
If she'll suffer as my wife
Aug 2013 · 319
Follow me
Jared Eli Aug 2013
Follow my steps when I'm leading the way
If you linger too long they'll fade and decay
For as snow covers ground on the forest terrain
So shall my feet be washed out by the rain
If following closely then you shall receive
New things to ponder, more to believe
But if you aren't hasty and stay far behind
The places will soon disappear from your mind
And there you will stay, neither here nor there
Alone with the worry, apart from the care
Aug 2013 · 735
Titanic
Jared Eli Aug 2013
She sat there and drank
As the Titanic sank
And the people were running about

"There's no need to worry,"
She said without hurry,
"I expect to be wined 'til they're out!"

The waiter dropped tray
As he scampered away
And the champagne now flowed on the floor

The woman looked down
With a sizeable frown
And gargled and belched, "I want more!"
Aug 2013 · 345
Write
Jared Eli Aug 2013
Stephen King says to keep writing writing writing
Even through the days when I have nothing to say
The days when it's like fighting fighting fighting
And the plot like clouds on fingers slips away
Aug 2013 · 846
Fresh out of material
Jared Eli Aug 2013
I'm fresh out of material so I guess I'll copy me
Pull out that notebook paper and begin a parody
I'v got to start with something both satiric and so nice
Like a fresh-cut rose
That only grows
In the flowerbed of our hearts

Immature ramblings from an unsecured mind
Rolling on waves of emotion like a boat of some kind
I'm so simple to copy, yet an imitation of this crap
These rhymes are ****
And just won't quit
To disappoint the audience, all
Aug 2013 · 1.7k
Cigar
Jared Eli Aug 2013
I've got the taste of a free cigar
On my tongue
I love the taste but I feel disgusting
When you lean in for a kiss
It's not you; it's my filthy cigar-flavored, lie-infested mouth
I love you doll, but no kisses tonight
Aug 2013 · 369
Love me, yeah?
Jared Eli Aug 2013
She asks me to love her
Totally and unconditionally
To be hers and hers alone
Forever

I accept with a smile
But all the while
Doubt is gnawing at the back of my mind:
*She made love with another man...
Aug 2013 · 1.1k
Whirlwind
Jared Eli Aug 2013
It's a whirlwind in my skull
Mind flipping this way and that
STOP
Dizziness is good for the soul I think to myself
But then it starts up again
Mind tossing this way and that
It won't stop
It can't stop
It's a whirlwind in my skull...
**STOPSTOPSTOP
Aug 2013 · 326
I discovered
Jared Eli Aug 2013
I discovered the reason why I deprive my mind of rest
It's so that the thoughts I never would think
On a normal, sleep-filled day
Will come to mind

Though it's pure torture to have my mind on until the young hours of morning
It's what I must do if I'm to dissect the structure
Of who I am and learn
Where I am going
Jared Eli Aug 2013
A night like that was sorely needed
Confessed my soul and aspects of
My shattered personality

And yet, though I am fractured, broken
Damaged goods as some might say
She accepts me as I am

She doesn't bear the title of best friend
But she's closer than the rest and for
Many complicated reasons

The more I open up and show just how
Unlovable I truly am
The more she holds my hand
Aug 2013 · 479
Something's shifted
Jared Eli Aug 2013
Something's shifted
Something's wrong
Repeated mantra, like a song
What has changed
What is altered
My disbelief has never faltered
Distrust in me, can count on that
Is this time too late?

Something's shifted
Some things begin
Deep inside me, deep within
Jared Eli Aug 2013
What good is the truth and the rawness of soul when the deaf one's the one that I'm telling?
I'm speaking now, not for you, not for them, but for me
I want to end the short circuit that has trained my mind to be
Malfunctioning from the start of thoughts, and breaking at the fore
Of every single thing I've thought, as it happens, there's a score
Of thoughts befitting every kind of fiend that walks this earth
And yes, there are those other thoughts, as pure as babe at birth
But negative will always win while stroking little bearded chin he gently breaks the chords within
I can no longer see the light the dark will outshine every bright beginning to tell me what's right
It doesn't matter, nothing matters
Reality, the choice I once had
Stolen
Now I'm confined with the rest of my thoughts
To battle it out in my skull
Will I win?
Who knows? Who cares?
If I had the answer, I wouldn't be concerned
Who poured all the chocolate syrup on the floor?
There isn't any more
My chocolate syrup, rich and dark
Like blood to my lips, life-fufilling
Never spilling
There isn't any more

Let me smile for one last time
Before I take the fatal climb
Up the side of this house
Twenty stories won't **** a mouse
Says physics, but it's alright 'cause
A mouse I fortunately never was
Aug 2013 · 774
pleading
Jared Eli Aug 2013
Mr. Wall, where have you gone?
You've left me here, my friend
I'm not strong enough... I cannot
Cope nor self-defend

I need you now to listen close
To all the things inside
To you I'll make all visible
All things I've had to hide

Mr. Wall listen, please!
Oh, where are you now?
Mr. Wall I just need you
To support me as friends do
For I fear that I might
Be just
at the end
of my rope
Aug 2013 · 574
Vague Hope
Jared Eli Aug 2013
The Vague Hope is the substance that gets me through the day
That unassured thing that tells me, "Don't worry; it's okay"
It never tells me how the things that seem bad will be alright
So I cannot quite refute it, and with me it spends the night
It nestles in my heart and head, and I like child, hold it close
It's always perfectly designed to be a saving dose
It fills my heart, much like the feel of Love, both pure and true
But Vague Hope's non-transferable, so I can't give mine to you
All I can say is that you must request it from the world
And from the blackened heavens an answer might be hurled
Like a spear thrown from the hands of Romans into boars
Vague Hope may be presented to be kept; forever yours
Aug 2013 · 591
My life, a book
Jared Eli Aug 2013
One day I'll write a book and it'll be a comedy
The world will laugh, and I'll just cry 'cause it will be all about me
My autobio that I'll write may make the masses smile
But deep inside my ****** heart I'll be hurting all the while
What chuckles! And what laughs! As they read from year to year
About my killer migraines or about my secret fear
They'll list their favorite quotes as if they'll keep them in their head
To tell with knock-knock jokes to kids when the conversation's dead
Yes, I'll become immortal as I always wished I'd be
But immortality in jest just equates to misery
Aug 2013 · 358
Me and Mr. Dylan
Jared Eli Aug 2013
Maybe Dylan's right, so I'll ****** my hand up high
And try to grasp an answer 'fore it blows across the sky
He warned me once of how the unchanging never fit
Into this world that always has to change at least a bit
Oh Dylan how your words can gently lift
My head from down where it has been in the darkened mental rift
I need your songs, your words, your cheer, because you've given me
The Vague Hope that I've needed to have the strength to be
An aged oak, a sapling pine, a brush of little mind
Thank you for your wisdom, Bob, you're always much too kind
Aug 2013 · 428
Sometimes...
Jared Eli Aug 2013
Sometimes I wish
that I was made
of dust
and lice
and other bits
of things that no one wants
so they could brush me off
and have a real reason
for wanting me gone
Aug 2013 · 10.1k
Goodnight
Jared Eli Aug 2013
Goodnight cruel world
Goodnight, goodnight
Sometimes I'd like it if we didn't fight
Maybe you could agree and we'd both be right
But since you insist on this endless plight
Goodnight cruel world
Goodnight, goodnight
Aug 2013 · 1.2k
A hat
Jared Eli Aug 2013
A hat was blowing down the street today
And I gave it a kick
It tumbled this way and that
Until it finally reached
Its owner
He put it on
Glad to finally have
His faithful friend again
Jared Eli Aug 2013
I wrote you a letter, but burned it
It had too much emotion inside
I had thought that perhaps you had earned it
But instead I just ran off to hide

The letter I wrote wasn't long
But the meaning was deep and extensive
To convey it, one might sing a song
That said, I feel apprehensive

Because what if the letter was obsolete
The message itself had grown little feet
Walked out of my head and right out the door
Tread into your home on your newly cleaned floor
And bowed down before you and said, "listen here!"
"I've got a big juicy to lay down in your ear!"
And you listened and listened and before half an hour
The message was with you and out of my power
But you didn't let on that you knew all that stuff
You hid the message away in your teddy bear's fluff
So now here I am with these black paper ashes
And you're sitting there, batting perfect eyelashes
Don't know if you know it, please tell if you do
'Cause the message I just burned was "I love you"
Aug 2013 · 1.7k
I have a voice
Jared Eli Aug 2013
I have a voice behind this tongue
But it's shy and clumsy
My voice will hide behind my tongue
And trip itself to bits

My voice it rides the waves of rhythm
Gently up, and coasts back down
But when my tongue breaks waves of rhythm
My voice hides in the sand

My voice is flawed but perfect, when
My tongue gets in the way
And though I know what to say then
My voice just cannot say

My tongue, my enemy, my slippery friend
That causes my speech to basically end
On the most awkward of notes, and that's how he wins
When I cannot speak, he just sits back and grins
Aug 2013 · 1.1k
Sand and glass
Jared Eli Aug 2013
Sand and glass, glass and sand
In my face, in my hand
Sculpting me as I demand
Sand and glass, glass and sand

Sand and glass, glass and sand
Dancing with me, feeling grand
Ace of spades and a big brass band
Sand and glass, glass and sand

Sand and glass, glass and sand
Crushed beneath my soggy feet
Tip-toe gently, what a treat
Biting more than you can eat
Thought that she was oh so sweet
Never mind, I can't be beat
Here, the bodies hit the street
As I cut them down like wheat
Sand and glass, glass and sand

Sand and glass, glass and sand
In my face, in my hand
Sculpting me as I demand
(just a dream, it wasn't real
wasn't true, how can I feel
a beating, rushing, flutter-pulse
my mind and heart as one convulse
cannot stop the great illusion
leading me into confusion
what is real what is fake
have I made a grave mistake?
cannot be, it mustn't be
bring forth my reality)

Sand and glass, glass and sand
Falling from my bleeding hand
No more follows my command
Sand and glass, glass and sand
Aug 2013 · 10.9k
Ode to myself
Jared Eli Aug 2013
Here's an ode to myself, or what I once was
For each day we change and begin
To become different people and it's okay because
Sometimes we need to be different to win

Here's an ode to myself, or what I  won't be
Because I've ventured this path for too long
My eyes closed, I fumbled, and failed to see
All the good deeds in life and the wrong

Here's an ode to myself, for I've never once heard
That it's taboo to talk of one's self
Though truth be told I could use that one word
That I padlocked away on the shelf

Here's an ode to myself, or as much of an ode
That will ever be written to me
For I fear in the future all poems will bode
An ill sort of meaning for me
Aug 2013 · 768
Candy Crush: A Confession
Jared Eli Aug 2013
I've got this bad obsession with this game they put on facebook
Got to clear the jelly, and the level's harder than at first look
Making candies match and gaining extra lives
Requesting extra moves that are bundled up as fives
I cannot stop the playing, I've got to play the game
The more intense the episode, the drive becomes the same
Jul 2013 · 356
E. A.
Jared Eli Jul 2013
Elizabeth Ann, Elizabeth Ann
You write lyrics to life as no one else can
The notifications let me know right now
That you've stopped in to write of the who, when, and how
I'm clicking the heart, but sometimes I just read
So it seems like I just sort of glance through your feed
To be honest, your poetry gives me full thoughts
That I harness and grow when I set up tent cots
Manual labor, when I let my mind flow
Along the river of dreams with a piano I know
It's not just your words, but thine poems are abundant
And bounce through my mind whilst I am recumbent
Jun 2013 · 328
Read me first
Jared Eli Jun 2013
Read me first says instructions on the desk
But who reads me first?
I'd be an open book if you took me off the shelf
I love you.
Could you read that on the spine?
I'll say it again, if you think I'm stuttering
I love you.
All these fears, I'll put them away for you
Because, **** it, there's no place in love for fear
Jun 2013 · 335
I gave my eyes to see
Jared Eli Jun 2013
These gaping hole don't hurt no more
I don't even feel the pain
I numbed it with some bottled scotch
They don't hurt no more

I told the doc to take them out and lo
He did as he said, took them out of my head!
I don't feel 'em no more
The doc said he'd take them out like a cork

I don't remember what was that made them hurt so
Probly the **** grenade and dirt and metal
Maybe I got hit? But Laud, son, I don't feel a thing
Not anywhere in my head, or anywhere else

I don't hurt no more, and I gave my eyes to see the end of this war
'Corse none them guys know that I did
But they'll know when I go that I'm letting them know
It's time to put down the gun and drink up
Jun 2013 · 1.1k
Don't worry
Jared Eli Jun 2013
Don't worry, don't worry
The mantra that follows
The phrase that repeats in my cranial hollows

Don't worry, don't worry
It's fine as can be
Seems like they've always said this to me

Don't worry, don't worry
Doesn't set me to ease
But I slap on a smile, them all to appease

Don't worry, don't worry
Like the raven of yore
Telling me the little thing that'll help me once more

Don't worry, don't worry
I'm worrying still
Because I can't stop it, but someday I will
Jared Eli Jun 2013
She walked with a skip in her step
Like a stone on the water of a lake
Her graceful gliding interrupted
Only by a joyful spring in the air
Jun 2013 · 849
She loves me
Jared Eli Jun 2013
She loves me! I read it! Right here in this text!
And it wasn't all sensual and way oversexed!
She said as if it were general knowledge
This thing that I'd never have learned from a college
She said it right now, right before she slept
I'm gonna make sure that this message is kept!
If only I'd courage like she's got to say
"I love you, my darling. Now let's run away!"
But alas, twas not I that courage lay in
I alone am least able to stifle this grin
That appears on my face when I see her at school
I'm stupid and nerdy, and she's so **** cool
She plays in a band and she rocks on the bass
Her sunglasses are never to have left her face
I know that she loves me, and I love her too
But I still feel I'm wary and it makes me blue
To know that she's awesome and I don't add much
Don't bring out the music or talent and such
I'm just like, this guy who  some people might know
Because being outspoken makes a comedy show
But she loves me, she said it! And though I may doubt
That one's on me and you can't help me out
I've got to get through to myself and just say
"Hey kid, you're so young! Take these worries away!"
But I can't so I won't and so they shall stay
To lie in my brain and come out someday
But the point is she loves me! And I love her too!
And no one should doubt it; not I and not you
Jun 2013 · 330
Free from me
Jared Eli Jun 2013
I don't know you and you don't know me
And maybe that's how it's meant to be
Because when I knew you
It seemed as though there was something to do
But now that we're strangers, it seems that we're free
I from you and you from me
Jun 2013 · 902
I met her mom
Jared Eli Jun 2013
I met her mother today
I was nervous to do it
I wasn't sure what to say
What would I do if I blew it?

"Be yourself," she says
Be myself? says my head
Now I'm thinking of Pez...
And I'm thinking I'm dead

But I walked up the stairs
Took a left at the top
I awaited a bear
Sipping an otterpop

Her mom was so nice
Called me "from Subway"
And I took the advice
Took the intro my way

Met her grandma and auntie
In the downstairs, grey room
I prepared a sea chantey
But we left, so no boom

Her mom met my dad
I hugged my girlfriend goodbye
She makes me so glad
There's new life in my eye
May 2013 · 419
The love is gone
Jared Eli May 2013
I used to think that maybe you were all I'd ever need
I thought of you as only mine; a product of my greed
But you aren't mine, and never were, and that is just a fact
This phantom-fake relationship, was it just an act?

So tell me truly, gorgeous one, when did love leave you?
Tell me when that winged ***** stopped by to bid adieu
His arrow's deep inside my chest, but you don't have a scratch
I've got a seeping puncture wound, without a stable patch
May 2013 · 462
Lock the truth away
Jared Eli May 2013
I can tell you all your errors
That you write upon the page
I can tell you that you're acting like your shoe size, not your age

I can tell you that you don't care
Even though I know you do
And when the tears start pouring out, I know that that's my cue

To take back everything I've said
To hold it all inside
To put away the honesty in the crawl space where I hide

I'll zipper up my bottom lip
To keep words from spilling out
And on days when the zipper breaks, my pillow hears the shout

We've come this far with honesty
That I've kept locked away
So why should we be open when today is just one day?
Apr 2013 · 361
Maybe someday
Jared Eli Apr 2013
Maybe someday you'll see
The pieces of me
That you left, shattered on the floor

Maybe someday quite soon
When you glance at the moon
You'll see me looking back from the core

Maybe someday when I'm
Quite out of time
You'll think back and remember the day

The day that you cut
My heart through my gut
And casually threw our love away
Apr 2013 · 392
Making an example
Jared Eli Apr 2013
I'm making an example out of you
Though you may not see it yet
My own inflicted wounds paint your reputation black
But you wouldn't know; you're too good to notice
You don't know what they say about you
Manipulator
Tease
Player
But I know
I started them all
Without a single word, my dear
I use my misery to convey the single belief that all others like you
Must be brought to justice
For the good of men like me
Apr 2013 · 848
She
Jared Eli Apr 2013
She
Kiss me with your poison lips
You lichen-covered stone
Gaze at me and your face slips
Revealing rotting bone
I see you as you really are:
Driftwood burned and damp
Your beauty's as this road is far
When your portrait is a stamp
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