A Dead Girl with a Knife
By: Theron Jackson
I heard the lies as they destroyed my mind.
Why is it falling down on me like stars of devastation?
You think this is okay,
I think she’s crazy.
There’s nothing I can do anymore to help her.
If you could, would you?
I would if I could, but I can’t.
I’m waiting for a demon to die beneath my car.
Why is it like this?
She screamed and woke every one in the house.
Why is it like me?
I haven’t figured out what killers ever think twice.
There’s so much to find,
As she’ll write these lines of purple interlude.
I was a fool.
Why couldn’t I see I was a killer?
The same killer fucking my enemy?
Just one more time, I’ll see you waving out the window,
That smile on your face I will cherish forever.
It’s like bleeding rain drops falling through my vision.
It’s like careless mistakes I’ll take to my grave.
Fuck you! She said.
Fuck you, I’m going to the rave.
I can’t help her, she’s gone too far.
I can’t help her; she’s the girl burning on the roof of a car.
I packed my bags to leave for the ocean,
Hoping I’ll find the answers there, but I’m not confined to this,
I’m not confined anywhere.
I’m sorry dear lovely, but tomorrow I must go.
But what she said had indications only decaying words could only show.
That night, I understood what she meant to happen in her life,
But as I went to tell her all I found was a dead girl with a knife.
By: Theron Jackson
I heard the lies as they destroyed my mind.
Why is it falling down on me like stars of devastation?
You think this is okay,
I think she’s crazy.
There’s nothing I can do anymore to help her.
If you could, would you?
I would if I could, but I can’t.
I’m waiting for a demon to die beneath my car.
Why is it like this?
She screamed and woke every one in the house.
Why is it like me?
I haven’t figured out what killers ever think twice.
There’s so much to find,
As she’ll write these lines of purple interlude.
I was a fool.
Why couldn’t I see I was a killer?
The same killer fucking my enemy?
Just one more time, I’ll see you waving out the window,
That smile on your face I will cherish forever.
It’s like bleeding rain drops falling through my vision.
It’s like careless mistakes I’ll take to my grave.
Fuck you! She said.
Fuck you, I’m going to the rave.
I can’t help her, she’s gone too far.
I can’t help her; she’s the girl burning on the roof of a car.
I packed my bags to leave for the ocean,
Hoping I’ll find the answers there, but I’m not confined to this,
I’m not confined anywhere.
I’m sorry dear lovely, but tomorrow I must go.
But what she said had indications only decaying words could only show.
That night, I understood what she meant to happen in her life,
But as I went to tell her all I found was a dead girl with a knife.
A Life in Suicide
By: Theron Jackson
In my day suicide was a fad,
It was a new drug no man would ever live to talk about,
Did it make you happy?
Was your mind lovely?
Were your feelings heart felt and sincere?
One more beautiful creature slaughtered in such an awesome year,
Dear Ginger, how I want you to know life is funny,
Life has a grinning face it’ll never show.
Gun in my hand, gun to my head,
Gun on the carpet, bloodstains cover my bed.
I’m sorry mother; I’m sorry father.
I couldn’t take it.
There’s so much I fear and it’s hard for me.
I’m drowning in my tears.
Please don’t be upset, there was nothing you could do.
I was a sullen child in love with melancholy skies we shades of dying blue.
Yes, I did pray.
Yes, I wanted more.
Yes, I needed shelter,
But I lost myself in this nightmare like I did once before.
Just a feather floating in the wind,
Crying over a lost bridge wishing for life to soon end.
Tomorrow was so far away, forever was too long to stay,
Depression has written me in a book of giving up,
I tried to drink an ocean in such a mangled cup.
Don’t be sad, none of this was because of you.
I was a lost cause and everyone knew it was true.
I’m shattered. I’m hurt.
I’m something weird hating crazy thoughts crowding my day.
There is nothing left here; the wind has forgotten to blow this way.
I had this dream once I was running, not watching in front me,
And I ran into a tree.
I knocked myself unconscious, and then I woke up flying in the air,
I felt so free.
The birds were happy to see I was sharing their sky.
The clouds were beautiful.
The angels waved and cried.
Their tears became rain; the rain became hurt.
I wish I could fight it.
Sweet mother, dear father,
Why are you laying me down beneath the dirt?
I’m sorry.
By: Theron Jackson
In my day suicide was a fad,
It was a new drug no man would ever live to talk about,
Did it make you happy?
Was your mind lovely?
Were your feelings heart felt and sincere?
One more beautiful creature slaughtered in such an awesome year,
Dear Ginger, how I want you to know life is funny,
Life has a grinning face it’ll never show.
Gun in my hand, gun to my head,
Gun on the carpet, bloodstains cover my bed.
I’m sorry mother; I’m sorry father.
I couldn’t take it.
There’s so much I fear and it’s hard for me.
I’m drowning in my tears.
Please don’t be upset, there was nothing you could do.
I was a sullen child in love with melancholy skies we shades of dying blue.
Yes, I did pray.
Yes, I wanted more.
Yes, I needed shelter,
But I lost myself in this nightmare like I did once before.
Just a feather floating in the wind,
Crying over a lost bridge wishing for life to soon end.
Tomorrow was so far away, forever was too long to stay,
Depression has written me in a book of giving up,
I tried to drink an ocean in such a mangled cup.
Don’t be sad, none of this was because of you.
I was a lost cause and everyone knew it was true.
I’m shattered. I’m hurt.
I’m something weird hating crazy thoughts crowding my day.
There is nothing left here; the wind has forgotten to blow this way.
I had this dream once I was running, not watching in front me,
And I ran into a tree.
I knocked myself unconscious, and then I woke up flying in the air,
I felt so free.
The birds were happy to see I was sharing their sky.
The clouds were beautiful.
The angels waved and cried.
Their tears became rain; the rain became hurt.
I wish I could fight it.
Sweet mother, dear father,
Why are you laying me down beneath the dirt?
I’m sorry.
A Place of Peace
By: Theron Jackson
Even if the world’s deception begins to fall down upon me,
I’ll continue to laugh and watch the children play.
Even if love decided to run away,
I’ll remember how it used to be, and keep smiling.
That’s the way I want you to remember me.
We’re all just emotions trying to find our way out of the dark,
But it’s kind of hard to do that when there’s no light.
So please don’t depend on me to be somebody else.
I can’t live your life,
I can’t feel the way you felt,
But please forgive me for not being able to answer your questions,
For there were too many of them to understand.
I can’t be an army.
I’m just one man,
And as the demons remember the day the angels threw them down from out the sky,
I shall always love and wipe the tears from your eyes.
For I’m just a memory falling in love with you.
Die with me, angel,
For a sky once black has now become blue,
And while we watch the sunshine and the dragons give their praise.
We will wish, and we will hope
And try not to forget these days,
As we live for each other
As we never stop loving our sisters and brothers,
How we rush to kiss our mothers
And embrace the knowledge of our fathers’ lives.
We shall never die in the hearts of those who aren’t afraid to take your hand.
Walk with me, angel,
To the ordinary world,
A place of peace;
A place where I understand.
By: Theron Jackson
Even if the world’s deception begins to fall down upon me,
I’ll continue to laugh and watch the children play.
Even if love decided to run away,
I’ll remember how it used to be, and keep smiling.
That’s the way I want you to remember me.
We’re all just emotions trying to find our way out of the dark,
But it’s kind of hard to do that when there’s no light.
So please don’t depend on me to be somebody else.
I can’t live your life,
I can’t feel the way you felt,
But please forgive me for not being able to answer your questions,
For there were too many of them to understand.
I can’t be an army.
I’m just one man,
And as the demons remember the day the angels threw them down from out the sky,
I shall always love and wipe the tears from your eyes.
For I’m just a memory falling in love with you.
Die with me, angel,
For a sky once black has now become blue,
And while we watch the sunshine and the dragons give their praise.
We will wish, and we will hope
And try not to forget these days,
As we live for each other
As we never stop loving our sisters and brothers,
How we rush to kiss our mothers
And embrace the knowledge of our fathers’ lives.
We shall never die in the hearts of those who aren’t afraid to take your hand.
Walk with me, angel,
To the ordinary world,
A place of peace;
A place where I understand.
Acrylic Stardust
By: Theron Jackson
Decaying sunlight bleeds forsaken.
Every known killer rejoice for us.
Her hand reaching for mine.
Bloody black fire, she’s dying in lust.
Why don’t you kiss her?
I would but our lips shouldn’t touch.
Facilitate my feelings for a demon,
Flying on a falcon over my grave,
Dashing in her laughter.
Come into me and feel why sorrow beckons your name.
Night fall came too soon, for me.
An illusion feeding on fright.
This intelligent whore shines a scenery of lovers.
Mere lunatics breathing everlasting disgust.
Come see, dear mystery,
Maggots make fun of your grave.
Her voice on a laceration of devastation
Crashing into arteries in my heart.
I walked into the grave yard.
She dances.
Her limbs begin to fall off.
Her gray eyes looking into mine.
What is it you want me to know?
She smiles, and with her lips, she says,
Decaying sunlight bleeds forsaken.
Every known killer rejoice for us.
She dropped to her knees.
A demented smile forms on her face.
I watched her hand reaching for mine.
Bloody black fire, she’s dying in lust.
Why don’t you kiss her, the succubus muse.
I would, but our lips shouldn’t touch.
It’s careless to throw away a sweet dream in place of a nightmare,
But my dreams aren’t visions that should be kept.
You’re afraid to be alone.
I hate what I’m destined to be.
This acrylic stardust breeds my adversaries,
For everything I am has been mistaken.
By: Theron Jackson
Decaying sunlight bleeds forsaken.
Every known killer rejoice for us.
Her hand reaching for mine.
Bloody black fire, she’s dying in lust.
Why don’t you kiss her?
I would but our lips shouldn’t touch.
Facilitate my feelings for a demon,
Flying on a falcon over my grave,
Dashing in her laughter.
Come into me and feel why sorrow beckons your name.
Night fall came too soon, for me.
An illusion feeding on fright.
This intelligent whore shines a scenery of lovers.
Mere lunatics breathing everlasting disgust.
Come see, dear mystery,
Maggots make fun of your grave.
Her voice on a laceration of devastation
Crashing into arteries in my heart.
I walked into the grave yard.
She dances.
Her limbs begin to fall off.
Her gray eyes looking into mine.
What is it you want me to know?
She smiles, and with her lips, she says,
Decaying sunlight bleeds forsaken.
Every known killer rejoice for us.
She dropped to her knees.
A demented smile forms on her face.
I watched her hand reaching for mine.
Bloody black fire, she’s dying in lust.
Why don’t you kiss her, the succubus muse.
I would, but our lips shouldn’t touch.
It’s careless to throw away a sweet dream in place of a nightmare,
But my dreams aren’t visions that should be kept.
You’re afraid to be alone.
I hate what I’m destined to be.
This acrylic stardust breeds my adversaries,
For everything I am has been mistaken.
Jen Soignier January 31 at 5:33pm
The only changes I would make are grammatical:
"Every known killer rejoice for us" change to Every known killer rejoiceS for us." (add the s) and the same at
"the succubus muse" change "muse" to "muses."
"Every known killer rejoice for us" change to Every known killer rejoiceS for us." (add the s) and the same at
"the succubus muse" change "muse" to "muses."
An excuse to disown me
By: Theron Jackson
Fade in the fire, when we embrace a liar loving the truth
Is there love in this house?
Disappearing, nothing I can’t see.
Sweet elements in a jar caring for me.
I took a look in the sun yesterday,
How beautiful, I saw the reflection of my soul.
Mother, oh yes I miss you,
I need you to tell me the rest of the story, so much left unclear
There’s a river bleeding and a huge factor of fear,
Will I make it through?
A pen is a powerful weapon, my pen, I chose you.
So what, I messed up in the past,
Mistakes will happen and hurt seems to always last.
To watch an angel crying makes me weak;
I don’t deserve to live.
She wished and she wanted, then there was nothing left to give.
I hear her say, don’t fade in the fire.
Don’t believe in a beautiful liar.
For she hate’s the truth, and there’s nothing you desire
From an angel whose forgotten her name.
Don’t you run, don’t look back to leave me.
To leave me wondering about love anymore.
So why is this world a dream, a heart, a reason to kill my rabbit?
So shallow and it is I.
Feeding on a memory, every single thought of you.
And a moon, another star, and a killer,
Yeah, a killer.
Everything that we are.
By: Theron Jackson
Fade in the fire, when we embrace a liar loving the truth
Is there love in this house?
Disappearing, nothing I can’t see.
Sweet elements in a jar caring for me.
I took a look in the sun yesterday,
How beautiful, I saw the reflection of my soul.
Mother, oh yes I miss you,
I need you to tell me the rest of the story, so much left unclear
There’s a river bleeding and a huge factor of fear,
Will I make it through?
A pen is a powerful weapon, my pen, I chose you.
So what, I messed up in the past,
Mistakes will happen and hurt seems to always last.
To watch an angel crying makes me weak;
I don’t deserve to live.
She wished and she wanted, then there was nothing left to give.
I hear her say, don’t fade in the fire.
Don’t believe in a beautiful liar.
For she hate’s the truth, and there’s nothing you desire
From an angel whose forgotten her name.
Don’t you run, don’t look back to leave me.
To leave me wondering about love anymore.
So why is this world a dream, a heart, a reason to kill my rabbit?
So shallow and it is I.
Feeding on a memory, every single thought of you.
And a moon, another star, and a killer,
Yeah, a killer.
Everything that we are.
Jen Soignier January 31 at 5:30pm
I edited it a bit. Use what you like discard what you don't. ♥
An excuse to disown me
By: Theron Jackson
Fade in the fire, when I embrace the liar
I wonder :Is there love in this house?
Disappearing, nothing I can’t see.
Cold elements in a jar caring for me. (sweet and in a jar..doesn’t make sense.. something caring for you in a jar implies that it’s locked away, cold, unreachable. )
Nothing there for me.
Mother, oh yes I miss you,
I need you to tell me the rest of the story,
so much left unclear
There’s a river bleeding and a huge amount of fear,
Will I make it through?
So what, I messed up in the past,
Mistakes will happen and hurt always lasts.
I don’t deserve to live.
She wished and she wanted, then there was nothing left to give.
I hear her say, don’t fade in the fire.
Don’t believe in a beautiful liar.
For she hates the truth, and there’s nothing you desire
From an angel whose forgotten her name.
Don’t you run, don’t look back to leave me.
To leave me wondering about love anymore.
So why is this world a dream, a heart, a reason to kill?
So shallow and it is I.
Feeding on a memory, every single thought of you.
And a moon, another star, and a killer,
Yeah, a killer.
Everything that we are.
An excuse to disown me
By: Theron Jackson
Fade in the fire, when I embrace the liar
I wonder :Is there love in this house?
Disappearing, nothing I can’t see.
Cold elements in a jar caring for me. (sweet and in a jar..doesn’t make sense.. something caring for you in a jar implies that it’s locked away, cold, unreachable. )
Nothing there for me.
Mother, oh yes I miss you,
I need you to tell me the rest of the story,
so much left unclear
There’s a river bleeding and a huge amount of fear,
Will I make it through?
So what, I messed up in the past,
Mistakes will happen and hurt always lasts.
I don’t deserve to live.
She wished and she wanted, then there was nothing left to give.
I hear her say, don’t fade in the fire.
Don’t believe in a beautiful liar.
For she hates the truth, and there’s nothing you desire
From an angel whose forgotten her name.
Don’t you run, don’t look back to leave me.
To leave me wondering about love anymore.
So why is this world a dream, a heart, a reason to kill?
So shallow and it is I.
Feeding on a memory, every single thought of you.
And a moon, another star, and a killer,
Yeah, a killer.
Everything that we are.
Daddy’s Home
By: Theron Jackson
I watched my sister, age 16, leave home because of him.
She just packed her bags,
A move to grandma’s house.
“He’s crazy,” my mother yells on the phone to her friend,
The next door neighbor, Mrs. Kenley.
She’s always sticking her nose in everybody’s business.
At least that’s what my sister used to say.
Sunday, he listens to the baseball game on the radio.
“Hey woman, where’s my dinner?”
“It’s coming. I’m sorry it’s late honey.
I had to go to the store to pick up a few items.”
“These beans are hot! You trying to kill me woman?!
You trying to murder me bitch! Answer me damn it!”
“No,” she says in pure fear,
Backing away with tears down her face.
She knows what’s coming next.
He smacks her,
The white spit turning red to blood squirting from her mouth.
Mama falls once again to the floor,
He kicks her relentlessly
As if she was some soccer ball, begging to be played with.
“Stupid whore, I told you not to make me upset!
You know I hate hitting you, why do you do this to me?”
He kneels down.
He says he’s sorry, and he loves her and he’ll never do it again.
Monday, I come home from school;
The ambulance is taking Mama away.
He decided sense he got laid off, mama’s ribs was a good place
To take out his frustration.
The hospital bed,
Mama tells me he’s not a bad man,
He’s just going through some problems right now,
But everything will be okay.
Thursday, mama comes home.
He sits on his chair, drinking his gin.
Nothing’s said, he falls asleep.
Friday, I wake up.
Mama’s cooking breakfast.
I miss the school bus;
I’m allowed to go back to sleep.
Saturday night, 10:59pm.
I’m in my room, screaming heard.
Mother yells, "I'm tired of this."
Gun shot,
Someone hits the floor.
I look at my teddy and I say to him,
“Daddy’s home.”
By: Theron Jackson
I watched my sister, age 16, leave home because of him.
She just packed her bags,
A move to grandma’s house.
“He’s crazy,” my mother yells on the phone to her friend,
The next door neighbor, Mrs. Kenley.
She’s always sticking her nose in everybody’s business.
At least that’s what my sister used to say.
Sunday, he listens to the baseball game on the radio.
“Hey woman, where’s my dinner?”
“It’s coming. I’m sorry it’s late honey.
I had to go to the store to pick up a few items.”
“These beans are hot! You trying to kill me woman?!
You trying to murder me bitch! Answer me damn it!”
“No,” she says in pure fear,
Backing away with tears down her face.
She knows what’s coming next.
He smacks her,
The white spit turning red to blood squirting from her mouth.
Mama falls once again to the floor,
He kicks her relentlessly
As if she was some soccer ball, begging to be played with.
“Stupid whore, I told you not to make me upset!
You know I hate hitting you, why do you do this to me?”
He kneels down.
He says he’s sorry, and he loves her and he’ll never do it again.
Monday, I come home from school;
The ambulance is taking Mama away.
He decided sense he got laid off, mama’s ribs was a good place
To take out his frustration.
The hospital bed,
Mama tells me he’s not a bad man,
He’s just going through some problems right now,
But everything will be okay.
Thursday, mama comes home.
He sits on his chair, drinking his gin.
Nothing’s said, he falls asleep.
Friday, I wake up.
Mama’s cooking breakfast.
I miss the school bus;
I’m allowed to go back to sleep.
Saturday night, 10:59pm.
I’m in my room, screaming heard.
Mother yells, "I'm tired of this."
Gun shot,
Someone hits the floor.
I look at my teddy and I say to him,
“Daddy’s home.”
Destiny
By: Theron Jackson
We all lose touch with reality at sometime,
Wondering what this life is going to throw at us next.
How will we fight it? How will we take it? How will we understand?
Maybe there isn’t a true answer to any of this,
But we search for one hoping that it’s there.
But will we find it, and if we do, will the answer we share?
You and I have something to talk about. Is it our minds?
How they interact with each other;
How we worry about our sisters and our brothers,
How we try to find reasons why,
How we try so hard not to cry, but we do,
And maybe it’s because we can’t find our way,
Or just maybe we want to wake up tomorrow
And wishing we don’t die today.
Well who knows, maybe were okay.
We’re just driving ourselves insane.
Sometimes we do that to ourselves,
Cause there is nothing left to blame.
But whatever it is, there’s is no denying
That our dreams, our visions, and the line that crosses you to me,
Whatever’s at work here, it has to be destiny.
By: Theron Jackson
We all lose touch with reality at sometime,
Wondering what this life is going to throw at us next.
How will we fight it? How will we take it? How will we understand?
Maybe there isn’t a true answer to any of this,
But we search for one hoping that it’s there.
But will we find it, and if we do, will the answer we share?
You and I have something to talk about. Is it our minds?
How they interact with each other;
How we worry about our sisters and our brothers,
How we try to find reasons why,
How we try so hard not to cry, but we do,
And maybe it’s because we can’t find our way,
Or just maybe we want to wake up tomorrow
And wishing we don’t die today.
Well who knows, maybe were okay.
We’re just driving ourselves insane.
Sometimes we do that to ourselves,
Cause there is nothing left to blame.
But whatever it is, there’s is no denying
That our dreams, our visions, and the line that crosses you to me,
Whatever’s at work here, it has to be destiny.
Disillusion Lullaby
By: Theron Jackson
I hear the screams come through the tower.
The happy ghost remains a coward.
Who are you to fill this love with fray?
Blood leaks out, my soul is faithless.
All these broken bones become the killers of which their words I believe.
Don’t be long, their crying grows.
I’m in this graveyard where the werewolf roams
To the steps of the vampire’s wind.
She’ll never dance again; her wings won’t let her feet hit the ground.
We’ll devour them.
Seek their minds and they’ll praise us for letting ourselves in.
No, I’m not the naïve rabbit wasting away in disorder’s line.
You won’t forget me; no one else’s words can make the sun blind.
Here’s my sword. Can I help you kill her demons?
She’s too afraid to understand my season.
Just sit down and pray, and they’ll run away.
Just smile, I don’t want you to bleed.
I just need to love you, guide you away from all their lies.
Push you into my dream where I kill for you,
Where I die for you, in this place.
Peace is my sword, and honor becomes the only knowledge I know.
This place is where the fickle die,
And happiness grows outside my window.
No more blood on the leaves in the garden.
The shade of red never dances through my thoughts,
Like careless rumors that angels don’t exist.
Please don’t become like them, they can’t love truth.
It’s a word that burns through their veins,
Like winter and summer fighting in spring.
Is this space? There sure are a lot of stars out here.
This dark cancer eating through my liver,
Portraying leprechauns sipping grasshopper soup.
Sometime tomorrow, I’ll forget you came.
I’ll remember you sleeping,
And you’ll be dreaming I was standing outside your door while it rains.
I’ll let myself in, damp and cold, gentle little whispers in your ears.
My forgotten, it’s here that reality becomes real,
And here’s where your secrets unfold.
So long decaying butterfly,
I need to hear the sweet angel sing a disillusion lullaby.
By: Theron Jackson
I hear the screams come through the tower.
The happy ghost remains a coward.
Who are you to fill this love with fray?
Blood leaks out, my soul is faithless.
All these broken bones become the killers of which their words I believe.
Don’t be long, their crying grows.
I’m in this graveyard where the werewolf roams
To the steps of the vampire’s wind.
She’ll never dance again; her wings won’t let her feet hit the ground.
We’ll devour them.
Seek their minds and they’ll praise us for letting ourselves in.
No, I’m not the naïve rabbit wasting away in disorder’s line.
You won’t forget me; no one else’s words can make the sun blind.
Here’s my sword. Can I help you kill her demons?
She’s too afraid to understand my season.
Just sit down and pray, and they’ll run away.
Just smile, I don’t want you to bleed.
I just need to love you, guide you away from all their lies.
Push you into my dream where I kill for you,
Where I die for you, in this place.
Peace is my sword, and honor becomes the only knowledge I know.
This place is where the fickle die,
And happiness grows outside my window.
No more blood on the leaves in the garden.
The shade of red never dances through my thoughts,
Like careless rumors that angels don’t exist.
Please don’t become like them, they can’t love truth.
It’s a word that burns through their veins,
Like winter and summer fighting in spring.
Is this space? There sure are a lot of stars out here.
This dark cancer eating through my liver,
Portraying leprechauns sipping grasshopper soup.
Sometime tomorrow, I’ll forget you came.
I’ll remember you sleeping,
And you’ll be dreaming I was standing outside your door while it rains.
I’ll let myself in, damp and cold, gentle little whispers in your ears.
My forgotten, it’s here that reality becomes real,
And here’s where your secrets unfold.
So long decaying butterfly,
I need to hear the sweet angel sing a disillusion lullaby.
Jen Soignier January 31 at 5:43pm
"All these broken bones are killers whose words I believe"
Drowned at sea
By Theron Jackson
A shatter heart seems quite familiar like bleeding flowers growing from out the gray.
I know it could all go wrong, and love will fade away into nothingness.
I guess all you’ll want to do is find another story and adapt to the scenery.
She told me once, that she would love to die in the snow. Were all killers down here.
We all wait and watch it burn. Sunlight a dark day, I’m not in her story I’ve drowned at sea.
And she’ll never think of love and glory. As if my sweet dreams could ever come true.
I don’t want it to end, I’m still waiting for it to begin. So maybe the poet’s will write again.
Maybe I’ll gain sight of what really matters, maybe I’ll remember my heart still beats.
That’s when I’ll
Find
Me.
By Theron Jackson
A shatter heart seems quite familiar like bleeding flowers growing from out the gray.
I know it could all go wrong, and love will fade away into nothingness.
I guess all you’ll want to do is find another story and adapt to the scenery.
She told me once, that she would love to die in the snow. Were all killers down here.
We all wait and watch it burn. Sunlight a dark day, I’m not in her story I’ve drowned at sea.
And she’ll never think of love and glory. As if my sweet dreams could ever come true.
I don’t want it to end, I’m still waiting for it to begin. So maybe the poet’s will write again.
Maybe I’ll gain sight of what really matters, maybe I’ll remember my heart still beats.
That’s when I’ll
Find
Me.
Hospital Bed
By: Theron Jackson
Did anyone notice I’m dying here?
There is so much fear,
A reason to find my way home.
Insane and crazy, locked in a suitcase,
The secrets I take to my grave.
A memory of a duck, a love I once shared.
That girl who was just a fuck.
They say when it's your end, you know by the skin pigment on one’s face.
I have this symphony playing in my head.
How shallow, I want no one to take sympathy for me,
So many things right and everything wrong.
Trapped inside a dream where everyone cares.
I saw him die in his mother’s arms.
Tears follow a trail to a pillow, white as the clouds outside.
Is this a moment to recognize, a life closing into the next chapter?
Thinking of this inside my mind, feels almost sane,
Not worrying, no children left behind,
Just disappointments
A grievance of a wish that there was more you could have done
To be a little happier as the days went by.
When a friend cried, you were there to hold them,
Tell them it would be okay.
A shattered mirror, an undertaker, the preacher saying his last words.
How simple, but they have no meaning,
Could he possibly understand the intensity of a dying person
Wanting to leave a legacy of pure awesome breeding with greatness?
No, I don’t think anyone can.
To mistake life for death.
To excuse hate for love.
Never to forgive, wishing to forget.
She said I do, he lived through a car wreck.
One last telephone call to their lovely.
She was all that you adore, nothing less, nothing more.
Is it too late? Is it a reason to cry?
Does everyone see the light?
Are angels really standing near?
I don’t know. I just want to find my way home.
Where happiness dwells, peace is the air we breathe.
Love isn’t a joke, and what the hell is greed?
Aww, happiness, is it worth dying for?
I don’t know, maybe one day I will see.
By: Theron Jackson
Did anyone notice I’m dying here?
There is so much fear,
A reason to find my way home.
Insane and crazy, locked in a suitcase,
The secrets I take to my grave.
A memory of a duck, a love I once shared.
That girl who was just a fuck.
They say when it's your end, you know by the skin pigment on one’s face.
I have this symphony playing in my head.
How shallow, I want no one to take sympathy for me,
So many things right and everything wrong.
Trapped inside a dream where everyone cares.
I saw him die in his mother’s arms.
Tears follow a trail to a pillow, white as the clouds outside.
Is this a moment to recognize, a life closing into the next chapter?
Thinking of this inside my mind, feels almost sane,
Not worrying, no children left behind,
Just disappointments
A grievance of a wish that there was more you could have done
To be a little happier as the days went by.
When a friend cried, you were there to hold them,
Tell them it would be okay.
A shattered mirror, an undertaker, the preacher saying his last words.
How simple, but they have no meaning,
Could he possibly understand the intensity of a dying person
Wanting to leave a legacy of pure awesome breeding with greatness?
No, I don’t think anyone can.
To mistake life for death.
To excuse hate for love.
Never to forgive, wishing to forget.
She said I do, he lived through a car wreck.
One last telephone call to their lovely.
She was all that you adore, nothing less, nothing more.
Is it too late? Is it a reason to cry?
Does everyone see the light?
Are angels really standing near?
I don’t know. I just want to find my way home.
Where happiness dwells, peace is the air we breathe.
Love isn’t a joke, and what the hell is greed?
Aww, happiness, is it worth dying for?
I don’t know, maybe one day I will see.
I saw the sun
By Theron Jackson
There was a dream I had, the clouds were puffy white but there was no sun in the sky. I walked into a smile waiting for me. Maybe I’ve been gone to long, these illusions play games inside my head. What if the sky began to fall and there was nowhere to run? What if love plotted to kill us all and caring was its gun. Would someone save us? Could we save ourselves? I’m with you the broken nightmare descending into the gray; the smoke is getting in my eyes, and no more sunshine all the good souls flew away. Pretty darkness I feel the heart beats of one I loved to the end. We can’t all stay broken I won’t believe in a fairytale. I won’t give devastation a reason to say my name. You can’t save the world. Maybe not but I won’t sit back and find reasons to blame. Its getting late and I feel like there’s no more tears to cry, and were not ready, its never easy excepting your going to die. So love put down the gun, I won’t say it’ll be all right, because I’m just a man and we all could die tonight. Lost dreamers don’t be what they tell you to be. Yeah I’ve seen her, no one understood her smile but me. What is it to become everything you want to be, but no one could see you because they’re all blind. Maybe I’m the sun; maybe I’m just to scare to shine. This is fear contemplating, the sun only shines if love succeeds. Some one has to fall? I don’t mine if they point the finger at me. So I run out of the graveyard with the craziest thoughts in my head. You have to make a choice, either chose being alive, or live your life as if you’re already dead. And I think some one may begin to see, and the air becomes cleaner. I can smell the apples growing from that apple tree. I won’t be gone long; I’m just a thought away. Well what about love? Love is in me; love has thrown the gun away. We can’t all stay broken, I can only believe in what I feel. In this dream I had, I walked into a smile waiting for me, and I felt at that moment my life had just begun. A dying gaze into the sky, and I saw the sun smiling at me.
By Theron Jackson
There was a dream I had, the clouds were puffy white but there was no sun in the sky. I walked into a smile waiting for me. Maybe I’ve been gone to long, these illusions play games inside my head. What if the sky began to fall and there was nowhere to run? What if love plotted to kill us all and caring was its gun. Would someone save us? Could we save ourselves? I’m with you the broken nightmare descending into the gray; the smoke is getting in my eyes, and no more sunshine all the good souls flew away. Pretty darkness I feel the heart beats of one I loved to the end. We can’t all stay broken I won’t believe in a fairytale. I won’t give devastation a reason to say my name. You can’t save the world. Maybe not but I won’t sit back and find reasons to blame. Its getting late and I feel like there’s no more tears to cry, and were not ready, its never easy excepting your going to die. So love put down the gun, I won’t say it’ll be all right, because I’m just a man and we all could die tonight. Lost dreamers don’t be what they tell you to be. Yeah I’ve seen her, no one understood her smile but me. What is it to become everything you want to be, but no one could see you because they’re all blind. Maybe I’m the sun; maybe I’m just to scare to shine. This is fear contemplating, the sun only shines if love succeeds. Some one has to fall? I don’t mine if they point the finger at me. So I run out of the graveyard with the craziest thoughts in my head. You have to make a choice, either chose being alive, or live your life as if you’re already dead. And I think some one may begin to see, and the air becomes cleaner. I can smell the apples growing from that apple tree. I won’t be gone long; I’m just a thought away. Well what about love? Love is in me; love has thrown the gun away. We can’t all stay broken, I can only believe in what I feel. In this dream I had, I walked into a smile waiting for me, and I felt at that moment my life had just begun. A dying gaze into the sky, and I saw the sun smiling at me.
Jen Soignier September 21, 2010 at 8:32pm
There was a dream I had, the clouds were puffy white but there was no sun in the sky. Maybe I’ve been gone to long, these illusions seem like lies. What if the sky began to fall and there was nowhere to run? What if love plotted to kill us all and caring was its gun? The broken nightmare descending into the gray; the smoke is getting in my eyes; no more sunshine all good souls flew away. Pretty darkness, I feel the heartbeats of one I loved to the end. I won’t give devastation a reason to say my name! I can't save the world; I won’t sit back and find reasons to blame. Its getting late and I feel there’s no more tears to cry, we're not ready, its never easy accepting you're going to die. So love put down the gun. I won’t say it’ll be all right, because I’m just a man and we all could die tonight. Lost dreamers aren't what they seem to be, Yeah I’ve seen her, no one understood her smile but me. I became everything I wanted to be, but no one could see me because they're all blind. Maybe I’m the sun; maybe I’m just to scared to shine. The sun only shines if love succeeds. Someone always has to fall, I don’t mine if they point the finger at me. So I run out of the graveyard with the craziest thoughts in my head. You have to make a choice, either chose being alive, or live your life as if you’re already dead. And I think some one may begin to see, and the air becomes cleaner. I can smell the apples growing from that apple tree. I won’t be gone long; I’m just a thought away. And about love...love is in me; love has thrown the gun away. We can’t all stay broken, I can believe what I feel. In this dream I had,walking into a smile waiting for me. And I felt at that moment my life had just begun. A dying gaze into the sky, and I saw the sun smiling at me.
Jen Soignier September 21, 2010 at 8:33pm
run should be ran.
Jen Soignier September 21, 2010 at 8:34pm
take out and in the last sentence so
"A dying gaze into the sky; I saw the sun smiling at me."
more powerful that way :)
"A dying gaze into the sky; I saw the sun smiling at me."
more powerful that way :)
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If I fall
By Theron Jackson
It really doesn’t matter if I fall, because I’ll die knowing love is me, and I will fly high like a dove so free, and these angels will call my name.
I woke up yesterday and realize I’ve forgotten about me. How could I be so careless and walk outside without my coat in the rain.
Mother oh how I miss you, I wish I could hear the songs you use to sing. This life has become to much, my life has yet to begin.
I’m reaching for your hand, so please tell you’ll forever be my friend. I’m praying that I see autumn, and dream that one day I’ll be complete.
The war for love will never end, so how could I believe it would stop with me. Once again this tornado screams my name.
And once again someone will put my essence with words of blame, but I can take the pain, I don’t mine feeling the rain on my face.
I’ll fight through the demons I will make the hurt erase. I am lost so this is a reason to be found. I am happy even though they wish to see me down.
Yea, it really doesn’t matter if I fall, because I’ll die knowing love is me, and I shall fly high like a dove so free, and all these angels will call my name.
By Theron Jackson
It really doesn’t matter if I fall, because I’ll die knowing love is me, and I will fly high like a dove so free, and these angels will call my name.
I woke up yesterday and realize I’ve forgotten about me. How could I be so careless and walk outside without my coat in the rain.
Mother oh how I miss you, I wish I could hear the songs you use to sing. This life has become to much, my life has yet to begin.
I’m reaching for your hand, so please tell you’ll forever be my friend. I’m praying that I see autumn, and dream that one day I’ll be complete.
The war for love will never end, so how could I believe it would stop with me. Once again this tornado screams my name.
And once again someone will put my essence with words of blame, but I can take the pain, I don’t mine feeling the rain on my face.
I’ll fight through the demons I will make the hurt erase. I am lost so this is a reason to be found. I am happy even though they wish to see me down.
Yea, it really doesn’t matter if I fall, because I’ll die knowing love is me, and I shall fly high like a dove so free, and all these angels will call my name.
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Insanity’s Last Kiss
By: Theron Jackson
Hello, how do you kill a demon that won’t die?
They’ve made a voodoo doll of me.
They keep poking needles in my eyes.
The doctor said I have no hope; it’s been too hard to keep those bodies cold.
I’m running, but this story is getting old.
The rabbit, my rabbit, she’s dying to kiss a deer.
Stupid little whore, keep fucking your illiterate queer.
I stepped on a mouse eating blue cheese.
It costs so much money to rape a little girl thirsting for some juice.
She screamed and I cried.
She started to bleed, and I could have died.
She stopped breathing. She’s not breathing anymore,
So I built a new house and hid her body under the floor.
I’m sorry little girl, your life was so brand new,
But I helped you in your attempt to cherish it.
I needed to watch your warm body turn blue.
I’m not crazy, I’m not crazy, I don’t mean to be this way.
Midnight is happy. Noon brings blood today.
Don’t you shatter me, don’t you help me kill myself.
You fucked me, you hugged me, you take my world.
Now I have nothing left.
So much, too much, nothing I can’t conceive.
Hello little rabbit, do you love the rainbow?
Do you still believe no one believes in me?
So I cry and cut myself so that my demons will fade away.
Don’t touch me, I’m precious, I’m lovely, I’m an angel forgotten to pray.
I won’t punish you, but you would love to punish me.
Pull out my hair, cut off my hand.
I deserve to be free.
I want it, I need it,
Please, I have this feeling I’m not alive.
Why won’t they kill me?
I dream of the blood raining from the sky.
To stand on a mountain, ravaging blood shed abodes me.
For a will to be done,
Gun pointed at beautiful spear piercing through my heart.
Fuck you, angel.
You left, you’ve torn us apart.
I jumped off.
Crashed into the jagged rocks,
But I’m still alive and how sad is it to see.
No matter how much I try,
Only God can kill me.
By: Theron Jackson
Hello, how do you kill a demon that won’t die?
They’ve made a voodoo doll of me.
They keep poking needles in my eyes.
The doctor said I have no hope; it’s been too hard to keep those bodies cold.
I’m running, but this story is getting old.
The rabbit, my rabbit, she’s dying to kiss a deer.
Stupid little whore, keep fucking your illiterate queer.
I stepped on a mouse eating blue cheese.
It costs so much money to rape a little girl thirsting for some juice.
She screamed and I cried.
She started to bleed, and I could have died.
She stopped breathing. She’s not breathing anymore,
So I built a new house and hid her body under the floor.
I’m sorry little girl, your life was so brand new,
But I helped you in your attempt to cherish it.
I needed to watch your warm body turn blue.
I’m not crazy, I’m not crazy, I don’t mean to be this way.
Midnight is happy. Noon brings blood today.
Don’t you shatter me, don’t you help me kill myself.
You fucked me, you hugged me, you take my world.
Now I have nothing left.
So much, too much, nothing I can’t conceive.
Hello little rabbit, do you love the rainbow?
Do you still believe no one believes in me?
So I cry and cut myself so that my demons will fade away.
Don’t touch me, I’m precious, I’m lovely, I’m an angel forgotten to pray.
I won’t punish you, but you would love to punish me.
Pull out my hair, cut off my hand.
I deserve to be free.
I want it, I need it,
Please, I have this feeling I’m not alive.
Why won’t they kill me?
I dream of the blood raining from the sky.
To stand on a mountain, ravaging blood shed abodes me.
For a will to be done,
Gun pointed at beautiful spear piercing through my heart.
Fuck you, angel.
You left, you’ve torn us apart.
I jumped off.
Crashed into the jagged rocks,
But I’m still alive and how sad is it to see.
No matter how much I try,
Only God can kill me.
Jen Soignier September 21, 2010 at 8:23pm
Take out the part about the girl.
Go from
I'm running, but this story is getting old
to
Don't you shatter me, don't you help me kill myself.
I think it would be much better. The parts about the girl are distracting
Go from
I'm running, but this story is getting old
to
Don't you shatter me, don't you help me kill myself.
I think it would be much better. The parts about the girl are distracting
Crazy i know i don't remember writing this poem.
Jen Soignier September 21, 2010 at 8:35pm
You just get sidetracked by the girl stuff
It doesn't fit with the rest of the poem.
If you like, use it as a separate poem.
It doesn't fit with the rest of the poem.
If you like, use it as a separate poem.
Inside My Dreams of Sunshine
By: Theron Jackson
This is where, I walk in bloody and beaten from the fight, my wounds indicate the struggle I was in to show you how much I love you. Some things are incapable to see light, especially when darkness answers the door for you. No one can be happy every day of their life, pretending is as hypocritical as that friend who hates you, but continues to give you a smile. Am I happy? I figure one day I shall be. Why am I sad? Because failure has become me. Well, this is not regret talking or a call for sympathy. This is hurt inside of my emotions, killing my sweet dreams of the rain. No one should ever feel like their destiny is to be alone. No one should contemplate a reason for not finding a place they belong. I say my prayers, just to break my promises the next day when I wake. Superficial and I shouldn’t be, unstable is my friend and enemy. Sad stories are best told by the willow tree. What is it you want lost one? I just want to be free. Free from my thoughts of corrosion and death, but resurrected through an essence of love hoping there’s a little left. Just one morning, I’d love to wake up from being kissed by a ray of light. The snow would open my window, and I’d truly understand when I look in the mirror and really see me, inside my dreams of sunshine where I can’t help but be free.
By: Theron Jackson
This is where, I walk in bloody and beaten from the fight, my wounds indicate the struggle I was in to show you how much I love you. Some things are incapable to see light, especially when darkness answers the door for you. No one can be happy every day of their life, pretending is as hypocritical as that friend who hates you, but continues to give you a smile. Am I happy? I figure one day I shall be. Why am I sad? Because failure has become me. Well, this is not regret talking or a call for sympathy. This is hurt inside of my emotions, killing my sweet dreams of the rain. No one should ever feel like their destiny is to be alone. No one should contemplate a reason for not finding a place they belong. I say my prayers, just to break my promises the next day when I wake. Superficial and I shouldn’t be, unstable is my friend and enemy. Sad stories are best told by the willow tree. What is it you want lost one? I just want to be free. Free from my thoughts of corrosion and death, but resurrected through an essence of love hoping there’s a little left. Just one morning, I’d love to wake up from being kissed by a ray of light. The snow would open my window, and I’d truly understand when I look in the mirror and really see me, inside my dreams of sunshine where I can’t help but be free.
Jen Soignier January 31 at 5:41pm
"This is where I walk in, bloody and beaten from the fight.
My wounds from the struggle I was in show how much I love you.
Some people are incapable of seeing light,
especially when darkness answers the door for you"
My wounds from the struggle I was in show how much I love you.
Some people are incapable of seeing light,
especially when darkness answers the door for you"
Killers on Sunday
By Theron Jackson
If only time was simple, if only life would believe in the essence of you. Maybe I would be perfect, maybe my wings would grow back all shiny and new.
I thought about saying hello, but my face sigh away. I guess you only remember to do what your use too.
I’m sorry for being so weak. I know I could be so much more. I’m not humble are meek I guess that’s why you never gave me a key to heaven’s door.
Well what if I found a away to shine, would you be gracious and make the sun mine?
And what if I live on your every word, would you sing me songs of beauty I never heard?
I promise to love because love is the way, and I’ll kill all the hateful killers on Sunday.
If only time was simple, and I could fly to heaven again. That would be perfect, like a sweet dream with no end
By Theron Jackson
If only time was simple, if only life would believe in the essence of you. Maybe I would be perfect, maybe my wings would grow back all shiny and new.
I thought about saying hello, but my face sigh away. I guess you only remember to do what your use too.
I’m sorry for being so weak. I know I could be so much more. I’m not humble are meek I guess that’s why you never gave me a key to heaven’s door.
Well what if I found a away to shine, would you be gracious and make the sun mine?
And what if I live on your every word, would you sing me songs of beauty I never heard?
I promise to love because love is the way, and I’ll kill all the hateful killers on Sunday.
If only time was simple, and I could fly to heaven again. That would be perfect, like a sweet dream with no end
Lazy Dandelions
By: Theron Jackson
Desire a scenery of the dolphin swimming slow inside a sentimental dove, she gives me her phantoms scaring hot into cold. I’m afraid of myself, I love far too much. Did you ever hear of a sun dragon that couldn’t live in the sun? Conceited but pretty, a face that mother shown to me once in a moon forgetting to shine. Pain is a factor. Why is it, I’ve fallen to the soil? Why is why? Her season killing mine. Create a memory of an angel dying in a river of blood. I was a shadow, held captive under gloom. There were cries, there were smiles. She was crazy, blowing frantic in the wind. The screams devour my heart, crushing my every ambition to stop my significant other from twirling her hair, but you saw me kiss her, and you lied to me. Oh, how I lied to myself, because I only did it because I knew you were there. I fell asleep. The whisper of the lazy dandelions, they tell me in the morning before my demise. Desire a scenery of the dolphin swimming slow. Who are you faceless? What is it you can’t show? I can’t wake from this reality. Life has been too mean. So this is heaven? Pink roses filling a pasture of green? Yeah, this is heaven. She hands me back my soul. I’m sorry careful, caring as you bleed. I forgive your season. Please, enjoy this sunset setting for me. Here’s my knife. Can I stick it in your back? Slowly it seeps in, the smallest wound. A dog snuggled up with a cat. The rainbow, hollow, demented, enchanted, and free. Lovely green fish. Lovely like semen in tea.
By: Theron Jackson
Desire a scenery of the dolphin swimming slow inside a sentimental dove, she gives me her phantoms scaring hot into cold. I’m afraid of myself, I love far too much. Did you ever hear of a sun dragon that couldn’t live in the sun? Conceited but pretty, a face that mother shown to me once in a moon forgetting to shine. Pain is a factor. Why is it, I’ve fallen to the soil? Why is why? Her season killing mine. Create a memory of an angel dying in a river of blood. I was a shadow, held captive under gloom. There were cries, there were smiles. She was crazy, blowing frantic in the wind. The screams devour my heart, crushing my every ambition to stop my significant other from twirling her hair, but you saw me kiss her, and you lied to me. Oh, how I lied to myself, because I only did it because I knew you were there. I fell asleep. The whisper of the lazy dandelions, they tell me in the morning before my demise. Desire a scenery of the dolphin swimming slow. Who are you faceless? What is it you can’t show? I can’t wake from this reality. Life has been too mean. So this is heaven? Pink roses filling a pasture of green? Yeah, this is heaven. She hands me back my soul. I’m sorry careful, caring as you bleed. I forgive your season. Please, enjoy this sunset setting for me. Here’s my knife. Can I stick it in your back? Slowly it seeps in, the smallest wound. A dog snuggled up with a cat. The rainbow, hollow, demented, enchanted, and free. Lovely green fish. Lovely like semen in tea.
Jen Soignier July 21, 2010 at 2:23pm
like semen in tea. like semen in tea. bahaha. Wth is up with that line lol.
there's nothing lovely about semen in tea it's his pay back for deception spawn for a broken heart.
Jen Soignier July 21, 2010 at 4:07pm
have you ever HAD semen in tea? maybe its lovely. i think as the creator of this idea you are bound to try it.
no u try it missy!
Jen Soignier July 21, 2010 at 4:24pm
ah, no. i didnt invent it. what if creators never tried their inventions. it would be a horrible thing. you try it.
i don't think so, no semen no where near my mouth..
Jen Soignier July 21, 2010 at 4:33pm
Whatever like you've never had a snowball.
what does that mean?
Jen Soignier July 21, 2010 at 4:49pm
^^
If you are innocent im not telling you. Pick a number 1-5
If you are innocent im not telling you. Pick a number 1-5
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Mangled Angel Wings
By: Theron Jackson
She walks past the same alley Sasha Higgins was found raped and murdered. Truly a sight of hateful attributes laughing at the gentle sky, breaking through from a hurricane. She was a friend, little freckles and all. Eyelashes and makeup, pretty even when she’s ugly. Never mistaken for a soulless bitch like her mother. You think I like screwing people for money? I do it to feed you, to put clothes on your back. But what about the needles? Do you enjoy the pain of poison you inject in your veins? How does it feel to murder you, murder the baby inside? She breaks down. She crumbles. It hurts that she can’t think of a lie. Mother, the grim reaper is here, your time is up. Are you prepared to meet your maker? Don’t let him take me, I can change, I can make it all better. Believe me. No time to believe. She watches as he rips her heart away. Blood spatters over the chicken soup she took hours to perfect. But now she knows not to worry anymore. Her demon, once her mother, isn’t here to cause havoc any longer. It’s an early morning. The same walk past the alley where they found her friend for so many years trampled on like trash six weeks old. It’s not right to hurt this way. Sasha was a good girl. I remember the time she gave me her shoes, and she fought off those three girls for me. They were trying to take my coat. A murder scene. Why do I constantly change the subject in my head? They found this body of a girl, but I know she wasn’t just an ordinary human. I witnessed her fly away, but they set a trap. Her wings chopped to pieces. If you can’t fly, why should you live?
By: Theron Jackson
She walks past the same alley Sasha Higgins was found raped and murdered. Truly a sight of hateful attributes laughing at the gentle sky, breaking through from a hurricane. She was a friend, little freckles and all. Eyelashes and makeup, pretty even when she’s ugly. Never mistaken for a soulless bitch like her mother. You think I like screwing people for money? I do it to feed you, to put clothes on your back. But what about the needles? Do you enjoy the pain of poison you inject in your veins? How does it feel to murder you, murder the baby inside? She breaks down. She crumbles. It hurts that she can’t think of a lie. Mother, the grim reaper is here, your time is up. Are you prepared to meet your maker? Don’t let him take me, I can change, I can make it all better. Believe me. No time to believe. She watches as he rips her heart away. Blood spatters over the chicken soup she took hours to perfect. But now she knows not to worry anymore. Her demon, once her mother, isn’t here to cause havoc any longer. It’s an early morning. The same walk past the alley where they found her friend for so many years trampled on like trash six weeks old. It’s not right to hurt this way. Sasha was a good girl. I remember the time she gave me her shoes, and she fought off those three girls for me. They were trying to take my coat. A murder scene. Why do I constantly change the subject in my head? They found this body of a girl, but I know she wasn’t just an ordinary human. I witnessed her fly away, but they set a trap. Her wings chopped to pieces. If you can’t fly, why should you live?
Midnight in the garden while the fireflies dance
By
Theron Jackson
Why is it always raining on me, in my open eyes this gentle shower imitates a forsaken melody. Green clovers she awakes onshore, what is it you say? Have you been dreaming in a dream? I only dream where the sweet hearts glow where yellow flowers sing songs to make their pedals grow. Dying emotions reluctant to breathe, what’s so great about the winter? The thoughts inside of you, the way your words intertwine with mine. The bitten off cookie left on the snow flakes melting away like June astonishing pretty as the wind smiles dashingly running away from fear. The push on, the falling in the leaves damped from the morning dew splashing silence so sleeping dreams do not wake. She is the sunshine, prancing in fog listening to the souls call out please hold me, there’s something in the trees consume my happiness, brittle and ugly her beauty far too much to conceive. Still waiting for it aren’t you, still waiting for the sword to fight with the gun, but this battle is fought in everyone with a heart all those found in kissing patches as she welcome a demise softly touched by a ghost confuse near tedious for an end. You aren’t the night pacing in darkness of day, if not for, forgiveness your face would not be here, you must have given yourself to have your tears bleed. I gave more than I should in a fairy watching woodpeckers peck through the wood. Bury me in the water, on sweet moonlight cautious beyond the gray, don’t leave love here someone may come to steal it away. Where are we going, beside the wise man speaking in the cave you only find knowledge the season no one will visit a grave. This is too much for me; being broken in nightmares by clashing waves it’s just too much. Is that an answer for why your disownment passes through like a tornadoes rush? Yes? I have been dreaming in dreams to forget dying, to forget bad dreams emerging from out of the gray. These seasons are pretty she’s unforeseen, a rainy morning a shadow a friend the missing sunlight in a soothing romance. Where do you see her, at midnight in the garden while the fireflies dance?
By
Theron Jackson
Why is it always raining on me, in my open eyes this gentle shower imitates a forsaken melody. Green clovers she awakes onshore, what is it you say? Have you been dreaming in a dream? I only dream where the sweet hearts glow where yellow flowers sing songs to make their pedals grow. Dying emotions reluctant to breathe, what’s so great about the winter? The thoughts inside of you, the way your words intertwine with mine. The bitten off cookie left on the snow flakes melting away like June astonishing pretty as the wind smiles dashingly running away from fear. The push on, the falling in the leaves damped from the morning dew splashing silence so sleeping dreams do not wake. She is the sunshine, prancing in fog listening to the souls call out please hold me, there’s something in the trees consume my happiness, brittle and ugly her beauty far too much to conceive. Still waiting for it aren’t you, still waiting for the sword to fight with the gun, but this battle is fought in everyone with a heart all those found in kissing patches as she welcome a demise softly touched by a ghost confuse near tedious for an end. You aren’t the night pacing in darkness of day, if not for, forgiveness your face would not be here, you must have given yourself to have your tears bleed. I gave more than I should in a fairy watching woodpeckers peck through the wood. Bury me in the water, on sweet moonlight cautious beyond the gray, don’t leave love here someone may come to steal it away. Where are we going, beside the wise man speaking in the cave you only find knowledge the season no one will visit a grave. This is too much for me; being broken in nightmares by clashing waves it’s just too much. Is that an answer for why your disownment passes through like a tornadoes rush? Yes? I have been dreaming in dreams to forget dying, to forget bad dreams emerging from out of the gray. These seasons are pretty she’s unforeseen, a rainy morning a shadow a friend the missing sunlight in a soothing romance. Where do you see her, at midnight in the garden while the fireflies dance?
Ocean Scream
By: Theron Jackson
What if the moon forgot to shine?
Then maybe they’ll wish for a star to find
Well, what if their cries became unheard?
With no sun in the sky, they’ll never see the birds
The killers have vanished without a trace
Just blisters of sorrow remain in their place
She said to me that this will not end
You’ll die tonight and let this story begin
Well what if the waves were unaware of precious hearts
bleeding in midnight’s glare?
Would love find me wasting? Would it even care?
Would the ocean scream push me there?
Well what if I tried, but could not see your way?
Would you learn to love me anyway?
If I died, would you still dream of me
chanting your name in a naïve scenery?
I don’t want this to be misunderstood
If I could save your life, you know that I would
I don’t need this to be real
If I want to, it’s very easy to kill
All I want is to live in peace
have a son or a daughter with a beautiful angel
and love that will never decrease
But I know that’s not my destiny
I’m here to save the many lost souls
drowning in this blood stricken sea.
Hopefully, in time, I can leave this place
And embrace my love with her angel's face
And maybe tomorrow they will understand
We all have a journey to walk upon this dying land
But what if the moon would start to shine?
And what of the stars that we might hope to find?
Well what if their cries had became heard, the sun shone bright, and we'd see every bird? And what of the ocean's scream?
By: Theron Jackson
What if the moon forgot to shine?
Then maybe they’ll wish for a star to find
Well, what if their cries became unheard?
With no sun in the sky, they’ll never see the birds
The killers have vanished without a trace
Just blisters of sorrow remain in their place
She said to me that this will not end
You’ll die tonight and let this story begin
Well what if the waves were unaware of precious hearts
bleeding in midnight’s glare?
Would love find me wasting? Would it even care?
Would the ocean scream push me there?
Well what if I tried, but could not see your way?
Would you learn to love me anyway?
If I died, would you still dream of me
chanting your name in a naïve scenery?
I don’t want this to be misunderstood
If I could save your life, you know that I would
I don’t need this to be real
If I want to, it’s very easy to kill
All I want is to live in peace
have a son or a daughter with a beautiful angel
and love that will never decrease
But I know that’s not my destiny
I’m here to save the many lost souls
drowning in this blood stricken sea.
Hopefully, in time, I can leave this place
And embrace my love with her angel's face
And maybe tomorrow they will understand
We all have a journey to walk upon this dying land
But what if the moon would start to shine?
And what of the stars that we might hope to find?
Well what if their cries had became heard, the sun shone bright, and we'd see every bird? And what of the ocean's scream?
Jen Soignier March 9, 2010 at 8:29pm
I love you. Its lovely....maybe one day we'll have a child, just to see how glorious he/she would be :)
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