Jammieone

I sit, I stare, I sip. I watch, the world, go by. The many, people living, their lives. Marching through, the streets, ignoring life. I sit, I stare, I sip. She tumbles down the dreary street, spreading colour with her feet, She dances to her heart beat, she cares not for their lives, rather living for the beauty, which they despise. She prances down the dreary street, the wind brushes her hair she laughs and sings her prayer, her voice not for mortal ears, not worthy of her humble tears. They sit, they stare, they sip. I will live.

Loves sweet disease. As your needy vines entangle themselves, round my blood, red, heart. I do not fear, for the drug that runs though my veins has kept you near. It pulses, coursing its way through my system, unleashing pent up fury. I cannot stand. I cannot fall. I merely stay, hanging in sweet ineptitude. My thoughts are not my own, I feel your presence cutting off all, that I once held dear. I do not question, I know the truth, that I am merely a tool, Of loves sweet disease.

As I wander, listlessly through the dawn winds, they blow petals, through my hair. They call to me. Oh so softly, gently teasing all sorrows, and thoughts of the wretched world. I envelope, my lonely soul into their cocoon, of slowly cascading lines. I care not for money. No I do not pine for wealth. The chains I break will never capture me. I have broken those bonds of clay and iron. Instead enslaving myself to thistles and weeds, those of paper dreams.

The flowers whisper sweet, secret whisperings, that left to the breeze would dissipate, like sands of time. I often lay, listening, to the flutterings of the faery's, ever so eager to please, dancing, so elegantly in the breeze. This magical, colourful tribe begged me to see their kingdom grand. But my reverie was interposed by a harsh demand. "ALICE!" Then he appeared, as if waiting for this, watching me with his marble eyes, and red waistcoat puffed with pride, as he hopped across his green carpet, I whispered, "Robin" "ALICE!!" The faerys had fled, the flowers wilted, but my brave Robin, stood tall, and proud

As the folds of time envelope my liquid heart, I take her hand and wish for it to stop. I watch fearless but so powerless. I want to kiss her one last time, but it doesn't stop the fire burns, time wont slow. So now kiss kiss my lips, before before they become cracked, scars of my once red love.

Its Black and White We must fight, not with steal or sword not with our worldly might. Our weapons, they go to waste as our poor die in disgrace. We worship, not God our creator but those who try to be our narrator. They control us with sword and shield whilst keeping our eyes veiled. They feed us what they call truth what is actually their holy creed. We honor their idols of money they entice us with poison honey. We need to break off this culture of acceptance and return to our creator He'll accept with a loving embrace all those who knowingly make haste. Away from those who refuse to choose because its black and

When you cry ill hold you tight, When you scream ill kiss your nose, I dont need your thanks, I wont demand your time, You think you're strong, but I know the truth, you fight the urge every day, all you need - all you want is someone, to kiss your tears away. I declare my love to the stars at night the wolf can howl my plight. I trudge down this boulevard   with only shadow beside me, wondering if i am only a feather, blown on your breathe of life, hustled against my will towards the flame, which will engulf, all my hopes and dreams. I declare my love while the birds gaze on above the clouds I am no one. I am bl

Just because you cannot see, The scars you tore inside of me, It does not mean that I will forget, How you tossed me away without regret. You thought that I was a piece of trash, But you were Wrong, I rose like a Phoenix from the ash, And sang a sweet song. I sang it to the trees, Who held me me oh so dearly, I sang not of blood or glory, All I wished was that love would restore me. They answered me, Whispering oh so lovingly, They did not chide my childish song, But merely enveloped me in their own sweet song. They sang not of love or loss, But of natural things of blossom, And moss, But the time came for me to choose, To

As a phoenix rises Spreads its wings And brings light, Beauty and peace, - As if myriads on Myriads of Angels, Have risen purely In praise. - The Dawn. Cossets, comforts, consoles And embraces Us and all our Feeble fears. - Denies our imperfections Grants us latitude, Lightens our way And guides us. - Never asking Nor wanting. But always giving, Enabling our lives. - In return, We curse it Wishing for Half an hour more. - Yet despite our Protestations, our Bleary, sleep ridden eyes. It continues - To gift us a spot in Time, affording us Peace. Before the dreariness, - And the burdens Of the mater