I sit here alone

Everything I see – is dead or dying

I throw my hands up – I’m tired of trying

To live or not to live – that is the question

Can’t make sense of life – amid the  contradiction

 

So I sit here alone

And I watch the smoke rise up to the ceiling

My dreams are all gone

I search for the words to convey the feeling

 

Everything I touch – it starts to crumble

The angels that fall – laugh when I stumble

To fall from this world into heaven or hell

Will God save my soul, I really cannot tell

 

So I sit here alone

And watch the smoke rise up to the ceiling

When my life is gone

Will another soul ever feel this feeling

 

Everyone I love – and all that I’ve lived for

Every sign I’ve seen – I have tried to ignore

To be shut out of life – a man with no reason

Held captive to myself – with my chains of freedom

 

I sit here alone

And watch the smoke rise up to the ceiling

My mind is all gone

Will another soul ever feel this feeling

 

(a disclaimer or sorts – this was written 5/2004 and does not reflect anything I am feeling today. The line ‘will God save my soul, I really cannot tell’ reflects the mindset of a 24 year old agnostic man, chasing things of this world to fill void in his heart. As a Christian, there in no doubt that God can save my soul. Even more, he already has. Reading this today reminded me of the struggle and how I made it through)

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Beautiful Beast

Like a natural predator in the heart of man, creativity is a beast

Everyone admires the magnificence when beauty and danger meet

 

Like a beast in a cage, masses walk by

“Don’t get too close!” is the warning cry

We all know the stories of those that have died

Still you feel a connection when you look in its eyes

Like there is something human deep down inside

Beneath the muscles and teeth and claws

It reminds you of your deepest flaws

A beast kept in a cage on display

In music, in art, in movies and plays

Mere spectators stay outside of the gate

They can forget that the danger is innate

For the most part, no harm comes their way

They marvel at the creature they see

And admire the beauty of the beast

 

The tamer sees no cage and no bars

No way to know if he has gone too far

For every beast tamer there will come an hour

For the beast in its nature is built to devour

The beast attacks and the tamer bleeds

People line up and pay money to see

They talk of the tragic lives that were led

By many beast tamers that now are dead

Poe, Joplin, Hank and Cobain

Hendrix, Tupac, too many to name

Captive to the freedom of creativity

Inside of us all lives this beautiful beast

Anymore

The sun still rises

like it did before

But the sky is dark

For my heart is at war

The grass doesn’t grow

On this barren land

I ask myself

Does God have a plan?

The sun shines down

On someone today

Just not on me

For my soul is gray

I know the sun still rises

Like it did before

But I don’t see it

Anymore

When You Wind Up Alone

The second morning without you

A bottle of the best to help through

Pounding head shakes my broken heart

A cigarette, and my day starts

 

By myself, I watch TV

I look at your picture, and go crazy

My world has come to an end

I wish It had never began

 

When you wind up alone, the tears will fall

You’ll start feeling weak, its hard to stand tall

It hits the heart when all hope is gone

Heartache and pain – When you wind up alone

 

I won’t even say that I miss you

I’ll write some lines you can read through

But can’t even write the hardest part

I break down every time I start

 

When you wind up alone, the tears will fall

You’ll start feeling weak, its hard to stand tall

It hits the heart when all hope is gone

Heartache and pain – When you wind up alone

 

 

 

 

 

Already Missing You

You say ‘goodnight’ and I walk you out the door

I steal a kiss, goodbye waits a moment more

You say you have to go, it’s almost two

Well goodbye, my love, I’m already missing you

 

I already miss you, you’re not even out of sight

Come back soon I’ll think of you all night

I’ll try to sleep, but there’s no use

Until we meet again, I’ll be missing you

 

I stand under the streetlight, you drive away

I Wave at the taillights of your black Chevrolet

I never knew I could yearn the way I do

Alone in the night, I’m already missing you

 

I already miss you, you just out of sight

Come back soon I’ll think of you all night

I’ll try to sleep, but there’s no use

Until we meet again, I’ll be missing you

 

(written 1997) Jake Allen Sharp

Anonymous Internet Poet

I’d like to truly be free

To say whatever I please

To open my heart and to bleed

vulnerability

 

I had a dream I was free

Didn’t care what you thought of me

I was not corrupted by greed

true anonymity

 

No fear of losing control

I’d bare my heart and my soul

The anonymous versifier

My very bones – afire

I would not have to rhyme if I didn’t want to Could break all rhythmic expectations. I would speak against the injustices I see, how the poor are kept poor in this broken system…where the middle class spits on peasants…themselves being pawns in a social class war…but wait a minute if you agree…being poor is not excuse for being lazy.

I don’t want to sound too political

Don’t want to be hypocritical

I’m over-analytical

Maybe even cynical

 

My inner self revealed

Bold enough to be real

Truth is a jagged pill

My bed is cold, empty and still

 

No fear of losing control

I’d bare my heart and my soul

To be an anonymous internet poet

But I have a name and everyone knows it

-Jake Allen Sharp

I’m bitter

If you wonder why I am bitter

maybe I should be with her 

then I won’t have to lie

and say I’m alright

And put a fake smile on my face

Absent from Facebook and twitter

Maybe I should forget her

But still everynight

I look at the sky

And yearn as I stare into space

I’m bitter

More

More than words – More than art

No way to express – The love of my heart

Ups and downs – And winding roads

I cannot see – what our future holds

You search my eyes – You feel my soul

You are the half – That makes me whole

My love bleeds deeper – Than paper and pen

I long to prove it – Again and again

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