"jen" poems
I pick up a pen.
...or is it a gun?
and write about zen.
The world is all but one.
I pick up my pen.
...or is it my gun?
I will find it soon then,
the war is all but won.
I pick up a pen.
...or is it a gun?
I write about Jen and,
how war may lack fun.
Jen pick up her gun.
... it is surely not a pen.
my pen loses rhythm and so has the war
and the people who still fight all lose.
In the end we will all lose...
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 10:16 PM UTC
if you gently take my hand
and lead me
into the ocean of your love
don’t be surprised if,
when you leave me there to drown in your piercing silence,
i destroy myself,
fighting to get back to shore.
-Jenny Jen Cat
Jan 29, 2010
Jan 29, 2010 at 6:02 PM UTC
Bodhidharma, the first Zen patriarch,
told Emperor Wu that merit
meant nothing;
but great emptiness
revealed by sitting facing a wall
had great merit.
Wu was perplexed.
Patriarch number two, Hui-k’o,
faced a granite wall in a forest for seven years;
it became his beloved.
Seng-Tsan, the third Zen patriarch wrote poems
and his legendary Hsinhsinming verse
transcended all the unnecessary duality
in the mind’s mire.
Tao-Hsin, patriarch number four,
said don’t’ stare at a wall,
just do the laundry
and watch the clear water
turn brown
then pour it onto the vegetables in the garden
when you’re done.
Patriarch five, Hung-Jen
meditated from age six staring at the horizon
and said if you find the line between sky and land and sea
you slip into infinity
with no sky, land and sea
just one place for the mind to finally rest.
Hui-Neng came next;
no wall
no laundry water
no heavenly horizon
just fascinating monkey mind
sometimes full, sometimes empty
running whichever way, whenever,
and that was all good.
The 300-year Tang dynasty
had three wild man patriarchs-
Ma-Tzu shouted constantly;
Pai-Ching did laundry,
and Huang-Po told everyone
they were already enlightened
and should not bother with Zen at all.
Lin-Chi was the Jesus of Zen
who loved everybody everyday.
He taught the heart’s clear natural action,
compassion, not walls and laundry and trying not to think.
His love was wiser than his mind.
The patriarchs of zen
taught more than a thousand years
before I grew up an American idiot
in a materialistic world
populated by narcissistic borderline freaks
thumbing smartphones in leather car seats
never doing laundry
afraid to face the walls
built of brick made
mortared tight together
with the fear
of their own compassionlessness.
Jun 26, 2012
Jun 26, 2012 at 1:46 AM UTC
Abbie hailed a yellow top cabbie
Brenda had a sister in-law named Glenda
Cate ran late on her first date
Delly ate seven bowls of lemon jelly
Edwina drove to the town of Catalina
Fran burnt her finger on the very hot frying pan
Gwen had a strong yen to go and see her aunty Jen
Hope bought her husband a towing rope
Isobel fell under the magician's spell
Joann took her mother on a holiday in a caravan
Kylie went to the dentist with her brother Wylie
Lesley liked listening to Elvis Presley
Marcia enjoyed eating a freshly baked focaccia
Nell saw a turtle coming out of his shell
Olga lived at the top end of the river Volga
Primrose had a Pinocchio nose
Queenie knitted a multicolored beanie
Ruth could never tell the whole truth
Stacey loved playing dress ups with her friend Tracey
Tilly behavior was always rather silly
Una bought a house in the suburb of Yagonna
Verity wanted to be a well known celebrity
Winifred never stopped taking about Alfred
Xena was presented with a court subpoena
Yale told her teacher a tall tale
Zealand ventured out into the bushland
Aug 25, 2013
Aug 25, 2013 at 8:30 AM UTC
Je jedna adresa na vrchu nebe,
kam jednou doručí
mě, možná i Tebe,
ale je jedno místo o dost blíž zemi,
kde topí zadarmo,
kde nejsou peníze,
tak jako v nebi.
Tam někde nahoře máš výhled shůry
a můžeš tam potkávat
nebeské můry,
ale tam někde dole Ti shoří křídla
a žízeň uhasí
jen podzemní vřídla.
Je jedna adresa na vrchu nebe,
kam jednou pošlou
můry i Tebe,
ale je jedna adresa o dost níž k zemi,
kde vaří zadarmo,
kde nejsou stravenky,
tak jako v nebi.
Tam někde navrchu jsou nebeské kůry
a andílci z KFC
maj' křidýlek fůry,
ale tam dole pod zemí jsou kosti bez stehen
a duše tam nespravíš
jediným stehem.
Je jedna adresa na vrchu nebe,
kam jednou doručí,
co zbyde ze mě,
ale je jedno místo lehce nad zemí,
kde život se v prach
pro jednou změní.
Jun 4, 2018
Jun 4, 2018 at 12:56 PM UTC
adjacent at my right,
your thoughts with you are,
strewed in opposition,
calling out my name,
i am the child,
you are the adult,
why wont i understand,
for i have no experience,
no life lived,
my intrigue provoked,
ideal foresight,
but that, all they are,
questions to actions,
tell me im wrong,
just an ignorant soul,
for i must see the world,
the way that you do,
and for the sake of the horse,
hope the legs can support,
the stead in which you ride,
for it must be cold,
one thousand jen high,
should i bow at your feet?
as my opinion indifferent,
blasphemer,
heathen,
tell me to seal my mouth,
say "I dont listen",
over again,
you never heard the words,
"your hurting my chest",
stepping on my lungs,
hearing one phrase of words,
"you dont listen",
but i heard every word,
whether i agree or not,
is another lore,
but ill admit im wrong,
will you do the same?,
now i'll hope you know,
i judge you not,
i love that you have opinion,
for you are only human,
even if the whip strikes my back,
ill never stop,
continue your attack,
for these are my thoughts,
you made me this way,
you cant change my brain.
May 21, 2010
May 21, 2010 at 6:32 PM UTC
Warby’s brother died.
While he cycled like a madman
and fell down Smiths hill.
He lay dead on the cold tar,
as the light of the day
faded over his head.
Jen said the man from the car
cried,
and,
shouted at the same time,
(while dusty blood ran around his shoes.)
No ambulance came, no need.
The evening knew.
And so,
at that moment,
frost began and so did snow.
Remember:
The wrinkled cheeks of your
neighbours big head,
stuck in our window.
As she told us all, in silence,
bad news like a song.
Life was hard.
we were all untouched
and continued eating, checking phones,
not thinking much,
Harry warby, 18, now boxed.
He washed the blood and bones
From the floor of the butcher’s shop
gave us cigarettes in the black night
While we shivered in gangs around the streets
We never knew the name of the Man
The Man in the car, so silent in the church.
His shaking hands out of reach of the bible
We were not there we stood outside in the chill
Everyone knew a child had died.
Cars waited, mothers stopped, and
The sky looked like it wanted to snow.
I remember.
Kicking our way over dog **** grass
And broken glass and the rotten
Litter of poverty we wait in silence
For our time to live and escape the estate.
May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 6:18 AM UTC
What a wonder, it must be, just to fly.
Henry had thought, not so long ago,
As birds, looped, swooped and soared,
Flocks of starlings, offering a show.
Jen and Olly, were Henry’s best friends,
Three ghostly bunnies with nothing to do,
Then Olly twitched his wispy whiskers,
Until large mushrooms suddenly grew.
Mushrooms so nice, they sat upon them,
And despite what they had been taught,
It seemed, within this, imagination world,
Creation occurred, with a single thought.
Jen giggled, wiggled, her delicate nose,
And three pink kites appeared overhead,
Swooping and soaring, just like starlings,
But held from a silken, gossamer, thread.
Henry’s turn, so smiling at his friends,
He performed a funny ‘bunny-like’ hop,
Creating a bracing, fresh, gusting breeze,
Making their ears go, all-a-flippity-flop.
On mushroom seats, ghostly bunnies sat,
Their minds twirling with kites, so high,
Henry recalled thinking, not so long ago,
What a wonder, it must be, just to fly.
Sep 28, 2016
Sep 28, 2016 at 1:20 PM UTC
Road trip out to the coast
it'd been a long while
and I hadn't seen you.
So why not
plot a course out westward
and get away a couple days.
I was over being over it all
And you were sick of your ****** boyfriend.
So we packed and got in your new car
and spent the next few days in Portland.
Well, life's a fuckin' drag
when all you've got are
loan debts and frustration
At least there's
bad jokes and good scenery
and long drives on I-90 West.
I wanna drive that road with you again
I wanna drive that road with you again
I wanna drive that road with you again
I wanna drive that road with you.
We spent a day beneath a Bridgetown sky,
walked through the city with Jen and Erin,
got drunk on Pabsts for a dollar-fifty each
at the Star Bar, 'cuz we were talkin'
about
how folks are mostly lame
but can be cool if
they get half a chance to.
About our
stupid, funny habits--
it was the greatest day of my year.
We were over being over it all;
sorta tired of feeling kinda jaded.
Then the sun set over Oregon
and you and me and Jen and Erin.
We hopped on a city bus and you
were kinda drunk and acting pretty crazy.
As my stomach kicked from laughing hard,
I remember I just kept thinking
that
I wanna ride this bus with you all night
I wanna ride this bus with you all night
I wanna ride this bus with you all night
I wanna ride this bus with you.
Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 7:38 PM UTC
Growing up as a guy I have something to admit
Its that theres so many girls that i'll never forget
So i'll jump right in and go right from the start
and tell you about all these girls that have affected my heart
So lets start with the As there is two that first come to mind
and thats Ambrea and Ashley, their each one of a kind
Now those are my sisters so their first to be said
but lets continue on to who else pops in my head
lets see...there's 2 Ashley As, but only one Ashley G
can't forget Amanda K, or all 7 Amys
There are so many As that we'd have to stay way long
let me wrap it up quick with the cutest one "akon"
You should see all these B's their so pretty it scares me
theres Beth and theres B thou, theres Bee and B. Barry
In the C's we have Crepeele with her pretty long blonde hur
and then we have Cameo, thats right, Mama Burr
On to the Ds they would never be meana
theres danielle carey, and then there is dreena
though im sure there are Es-Hs to do
i'm skipping to Js starting with J. Gubbes
Janelle, Jolene, or Jocelyn B.
Jordan, and Jen, and Jill L. you see
Jamie, and jasmine, or J. Allen
Jaylene, and Jessica, and then jen again
Oh God now the Ks, not sure where to begin...
I'll start with the departed R.I.P. Kristin
On to the girls that are more than alive,
Lets take, Keilyn, Kayla, and Karmen on a test drive
Three other K's must get named out for sure
And that's Kaley, Kansas, and Kristjana Schure
Two Girls in the Ls that are way way to awesome
And thats Lauren Borsheim, and of course, Laura Klassen
On to the Ms there is no time to spare
Just one, Maryke, and she cuts my hair
...I'm just kidding MOM you know your up there!
We do have an N there's nothing to fear
Her name is Niki, she lives in Red Deer
No Os, or Ps, or Qs to discuss
we'll move on to R's cause this next ones a must
Rachael K the Australian Wonder
Rebecca's art is so good she draws lightning and thunder
Theres a couple of shellys, and Sam 1 and 2
Tara looks like a model, and Tia does too
Don't know any Us, the Vs go in order
Vanessa M, V. Young, and VJ the reporter
If your name wasn't mentioned no need to be sour
this poem was rushed, took me less than an hour
Aug 30, 2010
Aug 30, 2010 at 10:04 PM UTC
Vyběhli mufloni z lesa ven,
šli po chodníku na přechod
to nemohl být sen, Dano
ten den byl tenkrát bez nehod
mufloni běželi z brány ven,
jen tak, aby se neřeklo,
běželi běželi v krásný den;
potom jsem šel na pivo.
Ale koho to zajímá,
když jste všichni v prdeli.
Kdybyste tam byli vy,
doufám, že by vás přejeli.
Běžela zvířata krásná jak den,
šla na hadovku posedět;
Co kdybys tam byla ty?
Mohla ses to dozvědět.
Kdybyste tam byli vy
a všechny vaše důvody,
mufloni a mufloni,
zkurvení.
Jul 19, 2017
Jul 19, 2017 at 9:24 PM UTC
Let's stand around and talk about taxes and crime
Or watch it on t.v
Cool people only getting cooler
As alcohol leaks
I think I remeber leaving a party with you and falling asleep
on a dew covered hill
But I woke up in my bed
The shirt you had warn
Was pink and white through the haze
Remebering your face
But I still couldn't think your name
...I remember that you said you liked only
The old starwars
And your favorite Zelda
Ocorina of time
You got high with me and watched adventure time
And talked to me about the effects of ether on the human mind
You liked ska and doc martens
With only black laces
Japanese tea pots
BC ***
Black Jack Davey
Tattooed on your neck
You told me you were fourteen
When you last wore black lipstick.
"Far out"
Yellow Submarine
Mushroom picker
The
Tingling of your spine
As it creeps up your neck
I was about to fall away to oblivion
Until I saw your smiling teeth
I got all the way to work without noticing
Jen
And your number on my wrist
Jan 10, 2012
Jan 10, 2012 at 12:59 AM UTC
She is visiting
Blue eyed as a Siamese
she curls up and purrs
Sep 13, 2012
Sep 13, 2012 at 10:17 PM UTC
She was a lovely looking thing,
A beautiful young blonde girl/woman
She hadn't been with us long... at
work
She was smart and sassy, even a little
scary
Held strong opinions on some things,
She lived close to where I lived, only
a few miles away
So I was sitting amongst them one
day, the girls/the ladies
They were a little bored that day and
for some sport
Were trying to draw me out, to get me
to open up a little
To reveal some more about my ways
and my life
So I thought I'd have some fun with
them
I told them I did some painting as a
hobby
And that my speciality was 'the
female Nude'
But alas! I had a problem, I had no
one to sit for me
"If only I had some beautiful nymph, some haughty Queen, some dazzling princess", I lamented
And then I'd gaze over at Her, give her
a longing look,
Then of course, someone upped and
said the obvious
" Jen....don't you live close to where he lives, would you not go sit for him "
My face it lit up and I smiled
"No! I would not!!! she said
emphatically, disgusted
Now I knew from the Christmas party
she liked to drink Gin
So I said enticingly "I'll throw in a
few bottles of Gin"
"I'd never pose **** for anyone", she replied again emphatically, "it'd be embarrassing, it'd be degrading! Sitting naked before some man!",
" But ", I replied, " you wouldn't be embarrassed sitting for me
'Cos when I paint a **** I insist on
being in the **** myself as well
So as to make my Sitter feel more at
home, more at ease
Yeah, Me! I'm very... Avant Garde"
(said with a devilish twinkle in my eye)
Still she resisted my painterly
charms
So as to further entice her I said
"I'll even cook you breakfast, no one can resist my lovely sizzling sausages".
I felt as though I'd dangled my carrot
right in her face
But still she wouldn't take the bait.
I suppose I was lucky she hadn't for if
she had of (agreed)
I would have had to have learnt how
to paint Nudes real fast
And how to cook sausages and other
breakfast repast.
Apr 18, 2020
Apr 18, 2020 at 9:38 AM UTC
You always complained,
hated the way you looked,
Felt you had to compare,
Yet on you I was hooked,
You Felt you were chubby,
you hated having a scar,
Despised the stretch mark tummy,
Said your teeth were quite bizarre.
You, so strong and Independent,
Hating being between Jobs,
Living in poor conditions,
Stuck in a house full of slobs.
All you wanted were the girls,
Who were (wrongfully) taken away,
You could talk of them for hours,
Always having more to say.
You find all these faults and flaws,
You tell me that you're "Broken"
Yet you're perfect in my eyes,
I leave no praise unspoken.
Your eyes, like gems, They sparkle,
The way when you smile, they're amazing.
Your voice, cute, feminine, airy.
I really did love it when you'd sing.
The hair? Good god. That Moe Hawk.
Worst haircut choice you ever made.
And the Beiber haircut? Speechless.
Your independence I could not dissuade.
Yet you were still her, the one I wanted.
The looks always grew on me in the end.
You made me honestly happy, Love.
I thought you'd always be my best friend.
The Piercings? Attractive. The tattoos more so.
Everything I wanted I saw in you.
Your curves? Your body? Your shameless flirting?
Incited a lust in me no other woman could do.
You strive so hard to be individual,
Beautiful, Strong, Smart, Charming,
Even now, that you've left, your smile,
So pretty and pure, still completely disarming,
No matter what I've said in Jealousy and Anger,
You're an amazing woman. I just can't lie.
We may never even talk again after this,
We may not ever be able to see eye to eye.
But I think you were my "one",
Cause I am affected by no other,
I'll never forget you, Jen,
The Music loving nerdy Mother,
But now I'll walk away, while wishing you the best.
Hoping you find the happiness you want so badly.
It seems our chapter has ended, in such a poor state.
If you change your mind, I'll be here. Open arms. Welcoming gladly.
Apr 25, 2013
Apr 25, 2013 at 3:34 AM UTC
The story of two different highway drives
But it all amounts to a strive
The event is a Greyhound male bus Operator named Jeff
The Female Trucker being Jennifer
It was the California Highway 101
Just around the bend
Suddenly the bend came a when
The Female Trucker broke down on the side of the road
Then there was a behold, Greyhound Bus Operator Jeff pulled his bus right behind the Female Trucker’s trailer
Jeff approached Jennifer and asked, “Do you need some help?”
At first, Jennifer seemed skeptical that a Greyhound bus would stop on the side of the road to help somebody else in need
But the question became an answer in proceed
Now mine you, there were Greyhound bus passengers aboard, but the bus schedule was behind
Will this put Jeff in a bind?
Jennifer responded in an abrupt matter
But you will be surprised in what happened after
Jeff knew exactly what was wrong with the truck
After all, he once drove a truck before coming to Greyhound and was once a mechanic before that
In Jennifer’s mind, Jeff and the Greyhound bus having all the right tools
But Jen was no fool
Jen thanks and kissed Jeff on the cheek
The truck was fixed and ready in being complete
The Greyhound bus passenger’s all applauded, and stated, “Forget the Greyhound ride as we all just witnessed our own live movie love stride”
Jen then drove off onto highway 101
Jeff pulled off onto the highway informing the passengers that next stop will be Los Angeles, the final stop
The highway bringing maybe two hearts together
Yet it is a secret between the two
Now don’t look further into
This is not for us to pursue
As a finale, sometimes this is what love can do.
Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 6:57 PM UTC
Words, everything is unheard,
no actions, everything is absurd .
The things you say make me doubt ,
wondering what it's all about.
And now I'm here, alone, with pen and paper
while you're there with a girl named Gwen or Jen.
It makes me ponder,
and I so wonder, if you're still with me
or with her.
Can I trust you?
There's nothing I can do,
I've got you like the flu.
There's nothing I can say,
so instead, I'm writing this essay.
Making me lose my mind,
losing all my senses, going blind.
I'm way too young
and honestly, it's like I'm losing a lung.
This jealousy is killing me,
it's drowning me like the sea.
I'm done with all of this,
but I still need that kiss.
Jan 21, 2013
Jan 21, 2013 at 1:18 AM UTC
To intense to endure this mentality,
The human condition was not meant for this kind of pestilence, ,
This kind of using,
When the ingestion leaves you mentally cringing,
I was consuming for the feelings of escaping thieves,
To vicariously experience something just as devious,
As I put my faith in capsule cradled dependencies,
******* it’s so hard to type with keys that keep falling from my reach”
May I experience such a moment of going beyond what only my sobriety may perceive,
For only an instance before I go back to the way things use to be,
Please,
Am I a pioneer or a deviant, an explorer or a ******
Pupils suspended like flying saucers, smearing across a starry sky,
The eyes that exemplify my concocted climb,
The sights that remind me I’m destined to decline,
But not before a few more twists and turns along this mentally mutilated ride,
******* Jen can you come soon so we socialize before I’m institutionalized”
I didn’t know I’d be hindered by the human condition,
I didn’t want to be alone,
Thinking I’d be mentally prepared and not physically impaired,
Ever after it’s end, I am still unable to comprehend, something made by man,
Bringing me close enough to consider, the divinity of the whitest doves and the blood of lamb,
Like a pagan explanation to why we act this way,
This ingestion had left me somewhat insane,
Afraid of what others can create in this century,
So I pray that you will heed what I have to say,
So I hope you stay away from something that may leave you a casket-case
Because there isn’t anyway to save us all from seeking to flee this reality,
And momentarily forgot about the ugliness of our actual identities.
Apr 29, 2012
Apr 29, 2012 at 11:16 PM UTC
He pondered over the note he wrote,
Sat hunched and cold in his chair,
He nodded once as he read it then
And signed the bottom with flair,
The house was not even stirring then
As he rose, looked out at the sea,
It said, ‘By the time you see this, Jen,
I’ll be hanging from some old tree.’
Then he slipped on out to the breaking day
As the dawn was beginning to spread,
He should have been further along than this,
By now, he should have been dead.
He’d heard them stir in the attic room
When he’d come in late from the bay,
His wife and a lifelong friend of his
Who’d thought he was still away.
He’d heard the sound of them making love
As he crept to the attic door,
His face turned white in the passage light
As he sank to the passage floor.
The tears had welled at his eyes at last
As he crept back down the stairs,
He’d lost a friend and his woman, Jen,
And the love that he thought was theirs.
He wandered over the grassland there
To the woods at the edge of the cliff,
But not forgetting to take the coil
Of rope, he held at his hip.
He wondered how many times they’d met
While he was away at sea,
And laughed, the minute his back was turned
To leave him no dignity.
Then pictures rose in his troubled mind
That he shouldn’t have had to think,
He cursed himself, for he must be blind
When his friend had tipped her a wink,
The pain was really too much to bear
For he’d lost not one, but two,
He’d loved them both, she’d broken her oath
And his friend had betrayed him too.
He found a tree, hung over the cliff
That was old and gnarled and bent,
With a sturdy branch that would do the trick,
It was too late to relent.
He flung the rope and he made it fast
Then fashioned the hangman’s knot,
It would swing him out and over the sea
And send him where time forgot.
He tugged on the rope to test the branch
To see if it took his weight,
Dropped the loop down over his head
When a voice cried out, ‘Just wait!’
He turned to see his Jen on the path
That ran alongside the cliff,
‘What are you doing, my love, my love,
Is my love worth less than this?’
She said she’d gone for a walk that night,
Hadn’t been able to sleep,
‘Your friend is up in the attic room
With a woman from Warley Heath.
He only met her a week ago,’
She said, ‘and borrowed the bed.
He said that you wouldn’t mind, but I
Wasn’t impressed,’ she said.
He pulled the rope from over his head
And he hugged his woman tight,
‘I’m such a fool, but I thought that you
And he… It was such a fright!’
The sun beamed down and it seemed to say
That a love so strong was rare,
While a gnarled old tree drooped over the sea
With its rope, still hanging there.
David Lewis Paget
Sep 10, 2014
Sep 10, 2014 at 1:58 PM UTC
Jen
why are you so great?
is it something you ate?
Jen
why are you a google queen?
and why am I so silly and mean?
Jen
I want to spend my life with you
we'll have more than enough things to do
(together)
Jen
I'm not worthy of your attention
you're just a whole other dimension
Jen
I'm ******* at poems really
so feel free to slap me silly
(see, that last thing is smart because I'm proving the point right when I'm saying it! Don't they have a smart and complicated word for that?)
The end!
May 30, 2010
May 30, 2010 at 11:14 AM UTC
She said
You have to meet my friend Jen
I managed "ok then"
So she did a barbecue
The only guests, me and you
Then she said
Tomorrow such a lot to do
Oh my heavy head
Talk among yourselves you two
I must go to bed
In the sky one shining star
Since that night we have come far
Apr 28, 2012
Apr 28, 2012 at 11:36 AM UTC
The little red car bobbing down the lane
Zipping thru the countryside
Waiting at the lights
Parking up between the lines
Is so much more than a little red car
With sympathetic hands she mends the wounded
Sends them on their way
Fights her corner with the managers in their pointy shoes
Lends a sympathetic ear
Saves lives
Makes her way back to the little red car
Thinks about her day, her family
Passing green hedges
Noticing the sunset
Looks forward to a cup of tea
As the little red car bobs back down the lane
Wags from the dog
Jen's home
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 11:45 AM UTC
The perfect man I'll never be, the more I try, the more I fail
Apologies for all mistakes, for Jen, Samantha, and Shantel.
Love you, Yes! I always have, never want to let you go
Nothing without you, Im Galileo, you're my telescope
The rumors, the lies, the smiles and the cries
The fights then the *** were always the best
In the midst of my darkness, I saw glimpses of light
Before my sins were revealed, our future seemed bright
Cant stop from crying, tears on the page
Frustrated you're leaving, so filled with rage
Wont blame anyone but myself, and as I look upon the shelf
I see a picture of you and me, I grab your arm, you cannot leave!
Our eyes connect, I see your pain
Lightning flashes, heavy rain
I let you go, you let me know
You have to leave, must let me be
My heart is ripped right thru my chest
I cannot breathe, I cannot bleed
In the cold and all alone
I have a house, I had a home
If ever you return, you wont repeat
Those parting words, that haunt my dreams
A change for the better, begins now
The words that brought change.........Its Over Now
Jul 30, 2013
Jul 30, 2013 at 5:35 PM UTC
Jen, never worry because I promise you that everything is going to be okay.
Your mind is as breathtaking as views from Table Mountain and your love is as beautiful as the Sistine Chapel.
Life for us was different a few weeks ago, silhouettes of dreams keep me holding on to a different hope.
Two minds flooded with dopamine, our disagreements show that we have more issues than weekly magazines.
But our love proves that nothing has changed in regards to the connection that we share.
I still write about you in hopes that one day you’ll read all these words and hopefully find your way back to me.
The moment that you opened up your eyes, I was right there by your side and my love for you comes as no surprise.
When my blue skies have turned grey, I listen to that one Emeli Sandé song and reminisce about you every single day.
So babe, it’s okay you can hold me now, hold me down and hold me always.
Listening to Long Live the Angels and taking note of the colours in my dreams.
When the relentless heat of the summer sun drove me crazy all I could think about was your smile and those beautiful brown eyes.
I’ve come to accept that love is a part of me even when it’s apart from me.
Jen, never worry because I promise you that everything is going to be okay.
Feb 9, 2017
Feb 9, 2017 at 10:58 AM UTC