Jey Blu

Apr 2018

Alexandra

She was the kind of girl who believed in true love.
She believed in the fairy tales.
She wanted to believe that was enough.
She just wanted to get out of this jail.

She wasn’t pretty.
She was magical.
She had the heart of the city.
She was angelical.

But her mind was dark.
She would sit in the park.
Watch the little kids go by
Wondering why.

She was a little girl who grew up too fast.
She lost her innocence when she was only five.
When she cried, it was the last.
It was the water, where she dived.

She would hold her breath.
Open her eyes.
See a flash of death.
And in her heart, she dies.

She grasped for air.
This life wasn’t fair.
And yet for some reason she cared.
She was so unprepared.

She wrapped her arms around herself.
As she put her mind back on the self.
In the depths of her mind.
She was undefined.

Apr 2018

Jon York

Keep Smiling....And One Day Life Will Get Tired of Upsetting You

Your mind is so powerful because it
can invent, create, experience, and
destroy things with thought alone
and  don't waste words on people
who deserve your silence, knowing
that sometimes the  most powerful
thing you can say is nothing.

Everything you want is just on the
other side of fear and know that
when you try to control everything,
you enjoy nothing.

Believe what a person shows you, not
what someone else told you about
them and don't talk just act, don't say
just show, and don't promise just
prove, because until you are broken,
you don't know what you're made of.

Be the best reason someone smiles
today and realize that you were given
life because you're strong enough to
live it and remember to smile big,
laugh often and never take this life
for granted,

know your life is your message to
the world so make sure it's inspiring
and know sleep, hugs, kisses, love,
friends, memories, smiles, laughter,
and fun, the best things in life, are
free so keep smiling....and one day
life will get tired of upsetting you.
                                                       Jon York    2018

Apr 2018

Jon York

Being Apart

I felt you before I knew of your existence,
maybe it was a hint from the universe to
continue on the yellow brick road so when
I would find you along my travels I would
simply just know.

We are connected, wide and deep and no
one can remove this connection that we
have because you are part of me, I am
part of you for ever and ever.

I am who I am partly because of you and
you are you partly because of me.

In spite of being apart we connect through
our dreams and we could be a thousand
miles apart, and I'd still know you were
there.

Re uniting with you was like a blaze of
connection-or collision, as we were both
wandering in the same labyrinth and
had finally rounded that corner that
brought us face to face.........................
(phone to phone) and it was a feeling of
being lost and alone, and then suddenly
neither.

I could never hate you because we are
too connected and I couldn't hate you
without hating myself.

Invisible threads are the strongest.

No matter what happens, this much is
certain: our souls are one until life closes
the curtains.

A part of me will always be you and a
part of you will always be me.
Jon York 2018

Apr 2018

Skyler M

Parachute

When the windows make me blind,
I don't know what life is mine,
Cause I've pretended so many times,
Just keep walking and pretending,
In this body I have to act like I'm not me.

Parachute, save me.
I know you're also just a lost soul,
Parachute, save me.
You got the sun in your eyes and it's pulling me.
Parachute, save me.

Sometimes I wish I could fly away,
I'm stuck on the ground,
Rooted by my history and who I was born to never be,
I just want to get rid of the baggage,
Something no one wants gone.

Parachute, save me.
I know you're also just a lost soul,
Parachute, save me.
You got the sun in your eyes and it's pulling me.
Parachute, save me.

Apr 2018

levi eden r

if i were to leave

and they told me they understood,
but they don't.
they don't know but i can see the growing fear and concern in their eyes when i said
"mama i wanna die."
and if my last breath were today please know that no matter how much i planned for this day,
my death wasn't planned.
cause it comes and goes you see.
there's something,
someone,
hanging the want for life in front of my eyes and there are times where i desperately try to grasp it,
but dad i just can't anymore.
it's not your fault.

i couldn't feel your love even if you told me you loved me a million times.
i couldn't feel the euphoria i was supposed to feel when smiling or laughing anymore.
i'm sorry to keep breaking your heart but my mind was still made up even when recalling "the best day ever" to try to convince myself that this life is worth living.

cause it's not,
for me.
i knew since the day i was born that this was a mistake.
god, made a mistake.
i'm not supposed to be here,
at all.

so send me off peacefully.
clean out my room and move far far away and call it
"starting over".
i know it'll be impossible to forget your son,
your friend,
your brother,
but please,
try.

intstagram // @introawake

#poetry #sad #suicide

Apr 2018

Jane

Pray for the Brave

A stubborn heart,
Fearless soul
A curious mind.

I once dared to be brave,
I did not dive off of a cliff.
I did not sail into the wild sea,
I did let myself feel.

I let my emotions take full control of me,
No denial
No repression
Full control.

It gave me freedom to explore seas of my own,
let me sail into experiences with no expectations.
It gave me limitless bravery, as I let myself feel to the fullest.

Letting go of all restrain meant I began each venture with a blank canvas.
Letting my feelings paint as I threw myself into what was presented to me,
It would’ve seemed each canvas was painted by a different artist.

A whole world of my own and all in my head.
I go there sometimes.
I go to explore, I go there when I’m scared of what I can’t understand.

I withdraw into that world when the physical one confuses me.
I go there when I try to understand the world in the head of who I love.
I probably infer too much, think for others too much
I can’t help it.
I can’t help but liberate the curiosity of anticipating the ending.
I can't help but feel the the universe is trying to understand itself.

I’m loud, quiet
I’m bold, subtle
I’m loving, selfish
I’m confident, vulnerable
I’m detached, attached
I’m honest, insincere
I’m outgoing, shy.

That’s just the beginning. so I ask you to pray for the brave.
Pray because we throw of ourselves into anything we believe we can grasp,
Pray because we won’t ever give up on what we love,
Pray because we will feel the whole emotional spectrum ,
Pray because we won’t do it ourselves.