Jean's Poems

This is the collection of all my poems and things of a poetic nature. Most of my poems are based on my mood. In any case, this is the section I would like to get the most feedback from.

Yesterday

Based on 'The Beatles' song of the same title and re-adjusted.

Birds

Majestically soar Float on the wind Fly through the sky.

Birthday

Blow out the candles And you’re another year older. You might not feel like anything has changed, But even as those sparkles from extinguished candles fade away It's happened.

Bleed

Hidden among the crowds are those who aren’t truly whole lacking the essence to make them similar to everyone else. Entirety of life for life in them has been altered

Bombs

Bombs falling, dropping— One by one— On what we built What was once Beautiful, happy, good. Now, instead. Is the barren, blazen Field of death. A child lays isolated, Torn and beaten

Breathe

Let go The rope snaps And the world pulls me down To the blue depths Grinning below. Splash! It engulfs And attempts to swallow and chew. I push up, But the water only pushes down.

Butterflies

Planted inside It grows. A cocoon Of hope, Of what may be-- And probaly won't be. Eventually that cocoon Will burst. Spreading it's wings Wide.

Care

Feeling bad deep inside I feel that all I can do Is cry. But crying alone, Is something I can’t do. I look for those who brought me, And find them, Only interested in caring

Clouds of Summer

This one is for summer. Of a time when the Sun Drives out the sky and only blue prevails. Don’t you fret though, They manage still to stick themselves back. Crossed and checkered,

Window Seat Dreary

I sit, weary in my dreary. Alone in my seat- at the window. I roll, twist, stretch- but not one can I cure my dreary. The engine screaming- throosh throsh! THROOSH! Moaning on for eternity.

Sneeze

I knew it was coming. It was coming, the same way it always comes. Slithering and Sneaking, Moving however it pleased. But yet, I could still tell it was coming, Elusive as ever. Upon its arrival,

Smile

So pale, Glooming in the corner. Ignoring the world, With your frown. Now stop Your gloom and doom And turn around. Smile. For all that is good. Smile because it feels good. Because the world is good.

Walking

Don't look back, Down that musty, molding road. Don't turn back, Gazing back at what's Happened won't do no good. Could've Would've Should've You say? Well too bad” What is done

Jenseit von Gut und Bose

"I am alone! He screams. Donations, charity, goodwill. Admirable to the cause, The human cause. To be righteous, To be admired, To be treasured, To be virtuous, To be good. Overbearing

Murphy's Law

Late buzzer, Or rather No buzzer at all. Waken by the gentle Clanking and clacking Of morning feet. And it seems, Murphy doesn't want me to wake up to-day. The handle Is rusted, cracked

Disappear

Disappear, For the world has become a shell. Empty of thoughts, Emotions, And those that used to Know how to love. Disappear, For life is a shell. Filled with empty, Hopes and dreams, And of those that used to exist

Putting Together Bjork

I am why That a dream can come true You cross your heart and hope to die As a remembrance of you A simple excuse And I roar back You blow a fuse Clatter, crash, clack! There is yet another one

Words

Words flying above soaring majestically so close but unreachable. Organize a freedom unattained, by those who search for them so desperately. Rejected by what was believed to keep me

Reaching Out

I reach out To that tree The very nature in Life. For that is what I need. I reach out my hand, To take the breath from the tree. To touch the essence of Life. But all I grab is a leaf.

To, Secretly Admired:

Dear..., How I remember the first time we met How we didn't say much And when you had your back to me You turned around gave me that smile That everlasting smile. How you would re-appear in my life

Wish

Throw your hand towards the sky. To the darkened scene above, Littered with glowing specks. Point there And think of everything— What you hope to be, What you love, What makes you you, Your wish. Cherish it, Hold it deep in your heart And never forget it. If you keep it close Your hopes, Your love, Your wish, Will come true.

Rain

Clear droplets Of water. Falling from the Darkened sky above— Cleaning all below. Washing away All that is done To make us Ashamed, guilty, depressed, Resentful, bitter, hateful.

Lacrimosa

We fail at things in life Just the same at you did. We fall to mistakes Just as you had done When you still lived. Let our prayers Help your soul on its journey. Cleanse your soul

Don Juan

Women after women, Plundering in the name of love and lust. He found you, And he didn’t know if it was love or lust. But yet he pursued And you were deflowered By the hand of Don Juan.

Luck

Break the window, A four leaf clover, A black cat crossing, Rabbit’s foot, Going under the ladder, Horseshoe. Luck Determines your fate, The game of chance of life. Can never be broken.

Free

Don’t chain me, Don’t block my future and the Path in front of me. Excuses, tricks, lies, confessions, truths All hold me back For good or ill intent. And I remain

Snow

Frozen, drifting from the sky above Twilight of grey clouds Streaming gently through the sky A flurry of frozen tears.

Regret

Wrong words. The wrong phrase The wrong action The wrong smile, Changes everything. Twists and alters What was there. All I can think of now Is what I did wrong

Letting Go

Fate brought me to you, A few slip of words And it began to happen. Your words helped comfort me When all I heard was bad. You helped me speak up When I thought my mouth had been glued shut.

Dreams

Imaginative worlds, Filled with things impossible, unrealistic Only coming When all else is blind. Escape from the world. The real world, Filled with what-ifs, could bes’, should bes’

Differnt

I don’t belong To the normal stream Of life. What I do in life, How I do it, Why I do it Belong to me. Who I am, Why I am, Are me And is what changes me— From being you.

Riddles

Questions; The simplest form of trickery. The most common words matched together Can make the most rare and complicated Responses and frustrations. All because A man is dead

Words of the Soul

Words of the soul Rise from the soul Into the physical manifestation Of the wonders of the soul. Let the words Of the soul Mean what they shall be. But since it comes from the soul

Lost and Found

Feelings of hope, joy Of love. Lost in it's way Scattered abroad. In a cold abyss Of what cannot be. But hands of light can pierce the abyss And light shall return.

Wind

My Thoughts blow me away From the structure and guiding of reality Stretched across what I don’t and do Want to believe. Thrown for what I knew, What I cherished and believed,

Glad You Don't Care

Take it And wrap it around your finger, As you always tend to do. The simple recipe for disaster, Snapping it when things come too tight. Fluttering to the ground, You walk away

Fear

All that feds, Festering inside Becoming your weakness. Carving its own way into the soul, Rotting the wood That makes your house. Creations of the mind.

Same Moon

There’s a thing in the sky It’s called the moon. Out of reach (even by my hand’s reach) But yet, I can reach you from it No matter how far we’re apart.

Frankly, Mr. Shankly

Frankly, Mr. Shankly, Everyday is like Sunday. Certain people I know Sing your life. Alma matters Lost. I know it’s going to happen someday— Hairdresser on fire,

The Wedding (Not) Remembered

A day of Festivities, A day to remember for the ages Locked away in photos, videos, and memories Not remembered. Two for the altar, But only one is known to me.

Nobody Cries for the Serial Killer

For the madman Sentenced to the Death Row Over fourteen chopped-drowned-beaten bodies. The man who used to have his own home, The man with the stable job rising in the office,

Ireland

I think about it all the time, The grassy plains And the homely feel that each individual Building gave to the heart. The place I used to call home. The wooden house on the top of the hill,