Peace Be With You

Peace be with you

as you go about your day;

and always peace for loved ones who

have sudden gone astray.

Peace be with you, now,

much than ever before;

and always peace for those who

need rest forevermore.

Peace be with you, somehow,

as the gentle rain falls down;

and always peace to the one who

wears the broken crown.

Peace be with you, always,

for time is running thin;

and always peace to they who

find the love within.

And peace be with you, creative mind,

for you hold all world's hope;

and peace be with the hurting, who

use that art to cope.

-LJ

08 December 2015

And I Was Alone

But I did learn something.
Even lonely people
have moments
in which they're happy.
But that rarely comes
when you're lonely
because no one's around
to see your happy moments.
And you feel depressed
because you feel so lonely
that you convince yourself
that those who love you
don't really care.
You convince yourself so deeply,
that your tears burn
and the thought carves itself
into the very private parts
of your humdrum mind.
You find solace
in hugging a childhood toy,
and remembering what it was like
to not be alone,
to feel safe, secure,
and above all... loved.

And there we were,
suddenly holding each other..
our cries of reunion,
like the moans of ghosts;
finally in the peace
that denying, we had been.

©  LJ

19 September 2014

(this poem is part of a longer poem 

I used for my English 12 Poetry Slam 

in December 2014 titled I Let Him Go)

Their eyes locked

Their eyes locked,
for about a second.

The witty sides of
everything in them
wanted to scream a beautiful apology.

He looked at her,
for about a second
as if to say "fuck you".

She looked at him,
for about five minutes;
one second in their reality, 

four minutes and 59 seconds
in her foggy mind,
as if to say "what happened?".

-LJ

14 October 2015

"defeat"

I went

 from spending too much time 

worried about the future,

to becoming 

a hysterical wreck

thinking about the past.

I went 

from caring about 

every single thing I did,

to really

not caring at all.

I went from asking "How"

to asking "why"

"because" I was "afraid"

to show "defeat".

Turns out

I had been "strong",

or, at least, looking the part,

so "long",

that honestly,

not even I could "realize"

how "weak" I actually "was".

And I don't think, 

not for a second,

that you realize it,

until you're failing everything,

and you're on the verge

of jumping off the precipice

into the gloomy black hole

called "defeat".

-LJ

04 December 2015