JP's Poems

A View
Morning view from the location which I stand,
sacred domain, I like to stay,
here I can see her wake up, and walk her way to the shore,
and dance her feet to the beat of silence.
Her hair blows in the breeze,
and I start to talk to myself, I know she can hear me.

She's got me on highwire, she's in love,
I'm feeling sensational, she's just alive.
I feel like I should walk down from where I stand,
because I'm just a figure in the sky,
and talk to her, and she could show the world to me,
she could show me where to go, and who to be.

In all honesty, I don't want to lie,
but this girl has everything I want and need,
no one else can replace her.
I really really want to give her everything I have,
and just appreciate her for what she is,
and what the world has given.

Run
Bottle up this emotion,
and through into the ocean,
it's my only SOS.
I feel like a lion in the cage,
pushing on the bars with all this unspoken rage,
I just want to be free from this place,
of unfresh being, I just want to find a home.

In this moment, I've got your attention,
I just want somewhere to run to,
because I'm born to run.

Where are you going? they say,
I make it up and paddle on into a new place,
where I can breathe.
I'll take a chance to run because I'm really hard as hell,
comprehend.

Where are you going?

Society Warfare
I'm losing surface and control,
they're pushing back, and taking control,
I've seen to little, yet too much.
The same thing gets old, the same thing gets too damn old.
I've seen too much, yet too little.
Lies and disappointment,
all at the same time.

I feel this cold wave of heat pushing me under,
I feel like I'm on fire, and I can't believe this is really happening,
this angel in front of me just walks past,
the robots all around, man I feel like I'm tripping.
this is the first time this has happened,
this is the first time I've felt so different.

I sense this sensation of sense,
because it could be something worth my time,
and if not it's just a sensational lie.
I really have no idea where I am,
or where these people come from,
uprising and skills are poor,
because they are like everyone else.

Man, this robotic climate of cold,
sure has gotten me cold hearted too,
where I've watched these people evolve into a downgrade,
of what they are, fighting what they need,
and stealing what was not theirs,
the first angel walks past me unharmed and untouched,
yet she keeps walking...

A war is going on, and who knows how to finish it?


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A Poem by James

As the Shadow Passes

Over the land, the clouds pass into an infinite sea of darkness that casts a long shadow upon the land

This sparks a war upon the clouds and thunder crashes into the earth like rain

In time, tears of glass begin to fall as innocent and sound pieces of nature that will harm no one

Upon the ground they shatter and break into small mirrors of the world around

They come together again underneath the shadow of the smoke above

The grass sways to the winds, ever whistling through the cold air that freezes the hearts of others

The symphony of the wind and the sweet melody of rain ring out through the land

The Shadow darkens the world and freezes it in a time of misunderstood perfection

It makes the world seem so alive, reaching to the heavens and singing with the wind

The trees join in harmony and the music carries to the farthest parts of one’s heart

Pulling at them to join in with the splendor of this symphony around them

The smoke pushes against each other and a loud cry goes out

It rings in the many pieces of glass and in the harmonic parts of the trees

Suddenly, the music stops and a ray of light pierces the Shadow and glistens in the dark world

It brightens the grass and it seems to have been born again with anew rich and lustrous color

It perfects itself in this light until this light spreads farther out out, putting the spotlight on the world

It finally makes its way through the long and treacherous tunnel of darkness and shadow

The land is no longer in a dark world, but in a new one

The world has been born again with the perfection of innocence and is teeming with new life

A beautiful light shines out with many colors, applauding my favorite symphony:

As the Shadow Passes

Poems by HB

Thing Wished For

marry me
on the hills rolling towards the sea
on top of a lighthouse
be my path
be my light
dance with me
in the windy eye of the storm
in a room full of people
be my shelter
be what others are afraid to be
write to me
when you're far from where I am
when you're a blink away
never forget me
remember the little things
be there for me
when my world falls apart
when I laugh until I cry
hold me together
let me fall apart
want me
chase me when I run away
never give up, even when I fight you
make me your world
make me your love

Painful Realizations

my tears taste sweet on my lips
another broken heart and another someone to miss
friendship never seemed so far away
that will never be enough for me

when you said those things you meant them
how can you be so cold now
i try so hard but i always knew i was never enough
obviously i'm more broken than you thought

the smell of summer winds long past fills my nose
as i take a deep breath and more tears swell up
where i want to be now...
shut me out and wiped away our memories

tick tock....as i watch the phone for a call
while you pretend you don't know i called
or you're busy, right?
don't treat me like a child, don't pacify me.

i know the truth

Ramblings of a Heart Broken Girl's Brain

how i feel is nothing anymore,
insignificant in your master plan.
how i feel is killing me inside,
knowing i'm not what your dreams are made of.
how it hurts me,
you'll never completely see.
how it wrecked me,
part of me thinks you'll never care.
how my life changed
is not for the better like you want to think.
how my everyday
feels empty and lonely.
how i'll make it through the tears,
is a question without an answer.
how you could do this,
something i've asked myself a thousand times.
how i could let myself fall harder than before,
such a silly mistake it is to fall in love...
so please answer me this one question,
how am i to live, if you don't care anymore?

Angel(s)

caught between two lies
the lie that we'll work
and the lie that it's not wrong
stuck between two smiles
one that laughs with me
one that laughs at me
lost between their eyes
the eyes that watch me
and the ones i watch for
standing between best friends
the one who wants me sometimes
and the one who could care less
what to do...
when all there is to do...
is to be not wanted...
and be...
in between.

Poems by Jackie

Hey, just wanted to explain how our sent-in works are going to work. The title of sent in posts will be: (title) by (your name here). In this case we have multiple poems, so in case of multiples, it will be a generic title (i.e. poems, photos, etc.). If you have short stories, music, etc. it will be the title of the work. Also we won't use last names on this site, so don't worry about that.

Now that that's out of the way, here's our first post sent in by a friend of mine and JP's:

Waves and Rain

I think as I sit upon the rocky shore
the sprays from the waves hit my face like a summers rain,
Warm, exciting, sometimes painful but always unexpected.
No one really likes the waves or the rain but I accept them with an open heart.
For how can a flower grow without rain?
A flower loses it beauty if it does not blossom.
How can the ocean change without waves?
Without change it wouldn't be so unique and yet so strange
it would be dull and boring and always the same.
We can't grow and change without winds and the rain.

What good am I?
What good is life if you do not live?
What good is the sun if you hide in the dark?
What good is riches if you do not share it?
What good is a heart if it is filled with hate?
What good is heaven if you are not there?
Life is not worth living if I do not have you
I will give up everything I have for being with you is worth so much more than anything I could ever own
It is not possible for me to have hate in my heart for it is filled with love for you
And I would ride down to the very gate of hell and fight the devil himself to rescue your soul for heaven really isn't perfect without you there.
For WHAT AM I WITHOUT YOU BE MY SIDE?


Today

I breath in the air of a warm spring morning
Everything and everyone is quiet and still
They're waiting for the suns rising
Streaks of red and orange shine over a distant hill

The Earth awakes,
the birds start singing,
the animals start playing,
They're all eager for their new day

The storm is over, the thunder is gone
all their is left of it is the rainbow shining across the sky
I look at all of these things and I see all the Earth's beauty
Yes, one day the storm will com again and the beauty will be gone
but for today beauty is all I see
Today is going to be a good day.