"The Day I Met You"

You were a shy one,
hair up in a bun.
You wore your heart on your sleeve though,
I could tell.

You wore glasses,
and was reading a book,
some fictional fairytale.

It was then that I decided,
I wanted to be your friend.
It was then that I decided
that I would love you.

Although, we never physically met,
this is how I pictured you.
Sitting there in the courtyard,
on a sunny school day.

We were just teenagers then,
still learning and yearning to live.

© Copyright NMJ 2011


Dedicated to bellawritter23

"Trigger Happy"

I'm face to face with a decision,
face to face with a bullet.
Would it be in my best interest
to pull it,
that trigger, so tempting?
My anger it gets me.
Palms sweating from this steal weapon.
Arms growing weak from the weight,
the burden of holding such a choice,
the burden of holding such hate.

I'm face to face with a gun.
face to face with blood.
My own hands,
What have I done?
In a moment of rage,
there's no turning back,
When the sound of gun fire,
turns the sky black.

© Copyright NMJ 2011

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"Wherefore Art Thou?"

Wherefore art thou, my Romeo?
I've been waiting such a long, long time.
Have you forgotten me?
For you were never mine.
The odds are against us.
Everything and everyone keeping us apart.
But I will remain your Juliet,
for to you belongs my heart.
I'll wait here on my balcony,
for you to come and save me.
I'll wait here till morning,
till the sun I do see.
And I'll be back waiting for you,
every nightfall,
searching in the distance,
listening for your call.
"Wherefore art thou, my Juliet?"
is what you will ask.
And I'll say, "Right here, my love."
With poison in flask.

"Queen of Hearts"

The worst part is knowing,
what would have been,
and this heart will ache,
till the end.
Perhaps, I too am cursed,
like so many of my friends,
undeserving and burdened,
with a heart that shall transcend,
above any other love we've ever felt,
but to us the Queen of Hearts is never dealt.

She plays us for fools,
plays the game so well.
Her every move leaves us in Heaven,
or throws us deep into Hell.
I am no stranger to that fiery pit,
its like a playground for me to dwell.

Call me Alice in wonderland.
Call me what you will.
But I am no Queen of Hearts,
and she holds my head still,
waiting with sword in hand,
she brings me to my knees.
I dont understand,
I cant even breathe.

As I close my eyes,
I know my heart will no longer ache.
There's no use in fighting,
I've taken all I can take.
If I were a witch,
she'd burn me at the stake,
but its my heart she wants,
so fragile and easy to break.
But this is what she doesnt see,
my heart doesnt belong to me.
as mad as a hatter he is,
my heart will always be his. 

"The Ghost of Us"

I was the one girl that was there the most,
that you left behind. Now, I'm living with your ghost,
watching my life pass me by, and I'm sitting here,
wishing you'd hold me again, breathing my hardest breath,
trying to be just a friend, but I was the one you left,
and I dont know why. Why I'm the one girl,
that cared the most, but you never cared at all,
living with your own ghost, watching your life pass and fall.
I'm falling down deeper, breathing my last breath,
and here I am. I'm still not with you.
You're with somone else, and I dont know why.
Why I'm the one girl, who loved the most,
but you never loved me back, now we are the ghosts.

"Hold On"

Into the depths of madness I crawl

lost and unaccounted for

I've drunk from the Devil's cup

I've opened Death's door.

Deep within my solitude

I take my last breath

as I cross the threshold of darkness

and leave behind the rest.

No more sorrows.
...No more pain.
......No more hurt.
.........No more shame.

.........No more laughter.
......No more love.
...No more kisses.
No more hugs.

There's nothing after this

only empty space void of time

once you make the choice

once you cross the line.

From dust to dust,

from ash to grime,

clinging on to

our once pathetic lives.

© Copyright NMJ 2011

A Mid-Summer's Night

Dedicated to and inspired by Erica Sanchez, Fehl Dungo,
Cathy Nerujen and Cassy Mantis.

On a mid-summer's night
I met you in a dream.
Chasing fireflies and halos
in the cool summer breeze.

You were beautiful like an angel
so sweet and carefree
frolicking and playing around
by that grand old oak tree.

Such a vision of loveliness
Such a site of glee
Had nothing ever moved my soul before
you did it in a heart beat.

You sang me a lullaby
a soft sweet melody,
I could feel the warmth of your words
as you sang to me.

Then you started to fade
slowly as I fell asleep
closing my eyes,
I awakened from the dream.

© Copyright NMJ 2011

Faithful

You said all the right words,
to make me feel good,
told me I'm beautiful everyday,
but it was all a lie,
just a cover up for what you did
behind my back.
I guess I should be happy now,
he says all the wrong things
at all the wrong times,
he doesn't call me beautiful everyday,
but at least he's faithful.

© Copyright NMJ 2011

The Monster of Us

When you look in the mirror and see what you dont like staring back at you,
you turn away in disgust...

or maybe you turn away because you know that you do like it...
the madness...the self destruct.

Perhaps that is the beauty of darkness...it pulls you in
just as your body gives in to lust...

your mind gives in to the reflection...
pretty soon your face to face with the monster,
...the monster of us.

© Copyright NMJ 2011

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