Dark introvert

Trust in you

There have been times when Ive lost faith in myself but never in you.

Because you held on to your loyalty since before I came out of the womb.

And I know that truth will behold until i lay in my tomb. You’ll continue to reach out for my hand despite all the poison I consume. 

You see?

Different types of poison exists every where that I go. 

And the enemy stays on his goal, he takes advantage of every opportunity to conquer my soul. 

But as long as I continue to see your footsteps behind me. 

I know I’ll be sheltered by your wings where the opposition can’t find me.

Because it’s by my works of faith that  MY God defines me.

So I’ll continue to surf these waves no matter how big the tides be. 

Ive crawled  through valleys of death, convinced that  it was  over.

Only to realize that y...

still

STILL

I caught myself calling your name as I walked through the door.

Its like my mind refuses to believe that you’re gone.

I can still see the carpet stain that you left on the floor.

My radio continues to play our favorite song.

When I walk by a garden, I still pick your favorite flower.

Your pillow still conserves your aroma… so pleasant.

You were my ray of sunshine, the source of my power.

My mind and heart stay at war with the past and present.

My memory fails me, daily I seem to lose sight.

Everything that surrounds me keeps your memory alive.

I’ve developed insomnia, because my dreams search for you at n...

Waiting

 He's been told he's a romantic at heart and has a way with words to make a you melt. He's been told to be a breath of fresh air, one in a million and an example among many men. He's proven to love as hard as rain falls in a storm, that washes away any unwanted obstacle in it's path. He's mended broken hearts and has proven that love and trust do actually exist. He's been everything to the one he has promised to be, has gone above and beyond to prove the kind of man he is. Yet, he still awaits to encounter a stranger that can show him the same. That all his effort don't remain in vain. That he's not the only being that can love with the same strength and passion. He still waits for the same support and trust he has shown. He is still a King... Waiting for a Queen. jason sims

Complicated

Silent Trauma

Words dispursing out of my mouth at one hundred miles an hour. Finally, after longing for my fix caused by my silent trauma. Raised in solitude, birthed as if from excremental rubbish.Taken  from one  drama to the next, I stood convinced that I shall remain punished. They call it social anxiety, I'm simply out practice with speech. Every time a thought dropped down to my mouth, a listening ear was out of reach. So I apologise in advance if become overwhelmed with expression. But a lifetime of being lonesome and silent can build up desperate aggression. Silent Trauma

Dark introvert

challenge

Today i welcome in to my life agony and pain. I challenge all that is hurtful, i look straight in to the eye of death itself. Depression i will no longer turn away from. I will accept her such as a lover and a friend.

Take me captive in your arms until you find delight in my tears. Until my heart starts to pump firing blood through its vessels. I welcome them to try and take away all that is meaningful  to my soul... all that i live for.

Today i accept their challenge and threats. Today i become acquainted with death. Although i might fall victim and loose the fight. With the power of Jah, i will be remembered for challenging life.

crush

Walking at night after work i noticed the moon staring at me, so i began to stare back. I couldnt help but to wonder if you were doing the samething, so we could have a mysterious connection from where ever you lay your head at. Im pretty sure my crush goes unnoticed becouse i lack the moment to introduce myself in a proper way. At least in a way that would arouse your attention, I promise my intention is heavily pure and i wish i could prove it some day. Im a grown man but in your circle i feel like that high school boy. Who wrote poetry to discuss his feelings becouse it was it was easier esxpressed on paper. Hoping that burning sensation inside would take a life of its own and become word vapor. So the whole world would notice my existence without having to speak. But everytime our eyes cease to meet, our future that i had envisioned in my mind remains bleak.

Wait

Blue

Blue... I've seen photos of your funeral. As pallbearers carried you to your resting place. They wore grey and black trench coats. Some were friends and some were relatives with a blank look on their face. I've seen photos of you dancing and smiling. There was a photo of me on your lap dressed in all white. I could see the resemblance in our cheeks. When my sister tells me we look alike, I over flow in delight. But my favorite photo is one where your wearing all blue. Your eye shadow matches your blouse and the flower pin in your hair. You have decorations on the necklace around your neck. Joy exposed out of your eyes with a smile from ear to ear. I made the connection once when someone asked me what my favorite color was. It took me back to a place where I looked up trying to see the heavens and all I saw was the sky blue. I connected it to my favorite photo of you. I didn't get to know you well before you took your last breath, but one thing I knew. Based on my favo...