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Jowlough May 2011
It attacks you in the night ,
with swift breezes of coldness.
thinking of the possibilities,
that everything's changing.

It bites you in the heart,
that same feeling that stings.
even your most cold-hearted state,
can never run from this fate.

the questions, that gives cuts,
Leaves a feeling of being alone.
Now you are having a negative thought,
without any obvious reaction thrown.

Without a direct want, need,
moments seeking for comfort.
seeking for a small talk,
to patch all the given efforts.

Flee from this illness,
where cure is a mist,
of anti mallice,
eaten by the insecurity beast.

You do not want to involve,
because the hurting is true.
and the sad part is,
they misunderstand you.

Shadows you are playing,
but recovery is a mere imagination,
a wishful thinking it is.
save me from this depression.

pressured by the happenings,
all you seek is comprehension,
a wishful thinking it is.
save me from this depression.

Burned by the talks,
everywhere's misactions.
maybe you need to go,
If leaving can be an option
(c) jcjuatco 5.29.11 - Depression,hurts
Jowlough May 2011
Gracias a los que
entiende,
miró a ambos lados,
nunca juzgado mal por el propio bien.
los que sabían,
que se quedaron en el interior,
sin un precio,
sin ningún argumento amistad.

Para los verdaderos amigos no entienden,
se mantendrá en contacto,
y nunca, hablar mal de boca.

se levanta la moral,
contra las fuerzas que resisten, pero,
una falsa voluntad de que usted
se hunde en el fondo de arenas movedizas.

Ahora, todavía estoy esperando,
la positividad es lo que estoy deseando,
que son para siempre,
desde hace años que estamos haciendo.

por todos los recuerdos,
hemos construido un muro,
cuatro de nosotros, lo hizo todo.
A pesar de todo,
lo que el mundo nos importa?
porque yo sentía la comodidad,
en la sabiduría a todos desnudos,
que ha compartido,e deseo la felicidad,
incluso todo lo que ha cambiado,
aún estoy expulsado,
cuando nos encontremos, en algún momento,en algún lugar,
lo que puedo decir, que ha sido un parte,
y mi pasado nunca fue un llorar,
que siempre recordará,
he definido, que es la amistad.
(c) t.i.f.y - 5.27.11 jcjuatco
Jowlough May 2011
No need to tell me,
Everything's going good,
pretty sure I am out,
evicted, Life's Cruel.

Sorry for the Things,
that didn't went your way,
Pardon for my words,
But who will I obey?

Pretty sure, I don't belong,
as what is projected,
No need to lie,
feeling's infested

again I'm trusting,
but everyone's hiding,
Honest approach,
is never abiding.

Thank you for the
memories
...
Jowlough May 2011
Dearest soul,
Don't let me in frown,
Expectation *****,
Keeps my head blown.

Dearest soul,
don't let me in pain,
save me from these blues,
even Insecurities remain.

Help me overcome,
this comparison game,
where I am my enemy,
and self blame is my defense,

I wanted all of this,
to be your model,
but the world around us
is making a rebel.

Dearest soul,
my ego has been hanging,
I wanted to be your customer,
but this path is diverging,

I know I have graduated,
from this biles you've given.
don't get me from the inside,
peace of mind's missing.

Dearest Soul,
help me overcome,
Save me form this depth,
Not again, I am Down.
(c) 5.17.2011 - jcjuatco - dearest soul
Jowlough May 2011
Can I have a rest,
for I am very tired.
of usual beings, come and go,
made us weak and little blind.

You're all over me,
thus, can I rest?
Everywhere I look,
You have proven me the best.

I am exhausted,
Will you let me be?
I cannot move forward,
on the the things I see.

Squeezed with the happenings,
I want a revamp.
release me from the past,
wicked sinked in swamp.

Sour flavoured outings,
did took a toll on me.
I want you to take charge,
Please let me be.

I want to relax,
my tired soul.
would you let me to rest,
or in pain come let me howl.

Can I have a rest?
Please let me so.
With you I found,
a partner to call.

Are you allowing me now?
please let me fall,
Down in questions,
sheered in a roll.

Are you allowing me now?
I hope you really do.
Can I rest?
..My eyes on you.
(c) 5.9.2011 - Can I rest? - jcjuatco
Jowlough May 2011
I was about to break down
when a friend came in.
she told me stories of wisdom,
inspite of my grin.

inspite of everything,
same insecurities I've fell on,
adviced and reminded me,
not to apprehend expectations.

She gave and lifted,
when I was deep down.
with her easy approach,
had released myself in frown.

Her knowledge base foundation,
she earned by timed waiting.
shared and inspired,
even wihout a smoke and wine.

She sailed my boat,
without an equal exchange.
lend an even-honest ear,
unlocked my heart in cage,

from these black biles,
that turns off the tide.
mere worries and immaturities,
are thrown and kept aside.

Now, how very lucky I am,
to have this heaven sent.
A rare, and precious jewel,
A real gem of a Friend.
(c) A gem of a friend - jcjuatco 5.1.2011
Jowlough Apr 2011
I do not believe in fairytales, so be straight,
Experience was present, and it's worth the faith.
I do not want to rely, on repeating hopes in oblivion,
If promises were prayers, I don't have religion.

Continuing is just a self-detonation, prolonging the agony,
blaming myself, living life hard sadly.
I am seeing the inequality, on every angle and scopes,
sometimes I am thinking hanging my neck on the ropes.

and as I blame,
negative tendency,
occurs.
comes, sudden,
unexpectedly.


but,
when I see you, negativity's gone,
my inspiration's overflowing,
keeps me away from frown.

but,
when I see you, my depth dissapears,
and all of a sudden,
I want to lend an ear,

but,
when I'm with you, my heart skips a beat,
I step out of my seriousness,
in your cup, I sitdown and take a sip,

but,
when I'm with you, I want to listen
I want to know you further,
overlaps, to what they're just seeing,

to hear every stories told, with your cheerful voice,
your warmth, that caresses my body,
builds up my poise,

transcends a choice, to be happy or not,
I forget all my worries,
and say I'm a little pessimist, but

..I am looking forward,
to stay this way,
for as long, as we both can,
complete our days.
(c) 4.25.11 Positivity - jcjuatco
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