I exist in a dark place, where is the door out.” -jM– Mine
This world is cruel, in that we will never have what we want, for it does not want us. A felling of absence, absence of self worth. I am truly worthless, If I am not worth a chance.
…and if I had to wait for a thousand years, my dear, then I’d say...– An original of mine
The heart is cruel, the heart is deceitful, the heart is gullible and the heart is blind to reason. May it be signification that you are living but only the ticking metronome that let’s you know your still here.
The heart is cruel, the heart is deceitful, the heart is gullible and the heart is a blind to reason. May it be signification that you are living but only the ticking metronome that let’s you know your still here.
The drugs don’t work They just make you worse But I know I’ll see your face again
You have no heart But when you left You left with mine And it will always...
In bloom each day, I walk with the breeze in a graceful sway I’m open and waiting each moment Endlessly waiting…I’m still here I am the flower, passed by the bee I’d spend forever loving you If you would only love me
There is nothing I would rather do Nowhere I would rather be Here, this moment, liminal time, we No longer alone Not drifting at sea Safe harbors, between rocky shores In a place for you to stay Stay, stay with me
Realize So tired Got hope, desire Even though it’s hard to forget What you can’t afford now Chasing all your thoughts You’ll be alright in time
Blessed are those who cannot remember, for they live a life without regret....– jM
I can only hope one day to write something worth remembering.– jM
For a broken heart wants for your warm embrace, once I ran the world but I lost the race. Persistence counts in loves patient pace, for its you that I am willing to chase. And if I had to wait one thousand years my dear, then I’d say I’ll see you there.
I am the venom that runs through your veins, that drives you to madness and makes you insane. You love me for I’m an addiction, I’m a classical work and stranger than fiction.
I’m sure one day on the street Our paths will cross One day, before we see the end Our lives may change But we’ll be the same And again when I meet you I will greet you With “hello…my old friend”
Is it any wonder That we remain in a blunder Reaching for the sky But we remain under One day I will touch your face One I’ll get out of this place One day I’ll remember That which I have forgot And seek the world That I once sought
Every time I see you The thought of how much I loved you Crosses my mind So now I walk With my head down Forcing myself To be blind
War and Peace
I have no hate in me, only hope for those who undermine my compassion as alternate motives, my friendship as selfish ambition and my kindness as a fallacy. Hope that one day you will not write others off before you read them.
And everything that we feel must be known, must remain unknown in order for us...– jM
This ones for you (poetry)
Do not be defeated by failure, never rained on when you could not touch the sky, true failure is in failing-failing to ever try. -jM