"sjb" poems
"hey grandma, how are you this year?"
"how's deer season going, uncle wayne?"
"how many cats do you have now?"
by the way i think i'm depressed
(sjb)
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 5:14 PM UTC
and you let him leave bruises
on your skin
so you'd know what it was like
when he was gone
(sjb)
Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 11:06 PM UTC
and maybe I just
get attached too easily
and maybe I just
get my hopes up too fast
but I cannot fight this feeling
in the pit of my stomach
that every single atom
of my existence wants to be with you every minute of everyday.
so no,
I cannot help but get my hopes up.
no, I cannot help
getting attached to you.
because you taught me
I shouldn't turn others into my lungs and rely on them for every breath.
but I should allow things
like sunsets
and the ocean shore
and the way the stars look at 3 am take my breath away.
(sjb)
Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 11:36 PM UTC
but everyone kisses
the wrong person
once in a while.
(sjb)
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 9:06 PM UTC
yesterday,
a boy in my
math class
asked me if i loved you.
and it was
the first time
my head and my heart agreed.
(sjb)
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 11:43 PM UTC
and maybe i like
my coffee cold and bitter now
because as much as I hate to admit it,
it reminds me of you.
(sjb)
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 9:16 PM UTC
life is just a story and you are the binding of my book
(sjb)
Nov 8, 2014
Nov 8, 2014 at 5:30 PM UTC
Truth was planted in aged couples
It jumped and pulled the cord
Hail, lo! Here comes the lord
I'm not worthy to hold his buckles
I'm of water he is of spirit
Both are with herds among the jackals
Caught in wilderness fitted with shackles
I'm the old will he's to do merit
Head of truth gets severed and thrown
The will sprauts watered by spirit
Bread could prevail on dead woods credit
Yet truth gets crushed to win its own crown
Truth is the word of God and his way
Word is life of God he gave away
Aug 31, 2019
Aug 31, 2019 at 12:01 AM UTC