Body Mind Heart SoulBlood flows through my veinsOppressed to the heartDeeply lost without youYears we've been apartMemories crystal clearIllusions of you and INeeding the realityDreams will never dieHeart broken and woundedEndless stabbing spearsAches my lonely heartRestless nights of tearsTortured by our departSweetness turned bitterOur emotions were tornUnder the roseLove has a thorn
My GratitudeTime shared,Time spent,Time given,Time taken--each momentin timeso very preciousand dear.For every momentfor each timeyou've given to mea smile, a hug,a warm hello,or just a knowing look,to make me realize,that I am never truly alone,in this vast world of ours,I am grateful to you,beyond any words.I have come to knowthat all moments in timeare so very precious and dear,but moments spentwith youare so very cherished --whenever I need a tranquilescape from the chaosof life--I will reach withinand rememberthe moments (Oh,those precious moments)we two were able to share.Thank you, my Sweet,Thank you or being there.
In My Own HandsWatching as my life unfolds,Marveling at all the mystery it holds,Throwing heartfelt wishes out there,and seeing them unfold with loving care.Living in joy and loving glee,Enraptured by all the love that embraces me,Not a moment passes that I do not feel,That sometimes my life seems so surreal--How fortunate and blessed I truly am to be,The man who is finally set free,From all the pain that used to hold me down,and make me think that I might one day drown.But as I watch my life unfolding now,And live it fully, I am making a vow,That no longer will I fear what lies ahead of me,For each day I awaken is a new chance to see,The beauty and wonder, the mysteries of love;The sunrises and sunsets in the sky above,And no matter what comes, I now understand,This life I lead is always in mine own hands.-JL
Depression PoemI want to stop getting these scars,I want to stop trying to die,I want friends with me and not the liars,I want someone with me when I say good bye.I don't want the tears to flow,I don't want the knife to cut me,I don't want my blood to go,I just want to be free.All I want is a smile that's real,All I want are friends around,But all I get are scars that won't seal,And an image of me going Heaven bound.I want this to stop,I don't want to die,All I want is to not feel the chair drop,And I don't want to whisper my last good bye.
Not Slumber PartyGiggling, babbling like the foolish brook, we'll stay up way too late. Hush, we know
Light?Light….?What lurks up thereAbove the ground?Up there I would not dareTo leave my home and be foundDeath ! Death! Death!They would shout!The moment you go up thereIt will be your lastFret! Fret! Fret!I can not go because I fret!Treasures up there !Countless it will be!But death will snatch you as you behold the sight!It is all in vain!What will I find ?Will I die?Will I be crippled?Blinded?Murdered?Maned?Despaired?Lost?Forgotten?What if…!….What if….?What…If….?What if I found the light?
In Comparison: A Questionable Answer of WhoWhere am I?Wandering aimlesslyNot by sea nor any streetHow old am IGrowing slowlyOld enough to speak and seeWhat am I?Untold moralsNo right nor wrongLess human to a faultWho am I?No nameNo faceSimply sitting in this placeClueless to who's whoBut then againWho are you?
EdgesThis music industryhas got a lot of edgessharp in mediocritycutting through indieand controversial shitjust to make a quick buckfor your amusementThis social justicepoisons it's own wordswith self justificationsand double standardsthe one edge it will neverhave is the truthand the truth issomething everyonemakesThis gaming industryis plagued by behalfof defending the leechessucking the life out oforiginalityone of these edgesbelongs to the Call of Dutieswhilst anothermakes it name as Candy Crushand the lastgoes in as Castle Crashersowned by the sameold fuck who doesn'tknow anything aboutthe video gamesyou makeAnd these edgesmay hurtgoing through themto find the heartof these worthlesspieces of shitbut bear with methat a little bleedingof this poisonmay go a long way.
Cant wait to dieLying on the bathroom floorSomeone quickly close the doorBefore someone see's all this bloodthat wouldent be very goodHide the blades and cover the cutsEven though you hate my gutsFate will choose my horrid deathEven though you refuse to listenI cut every nightSomtimes with a knifeI really hate my lifeI cant wait to dieI think i see the light