One More Shot (Poems and other ramblings), Jacob Brooks [i read books .txt] 📗

Thoughts

 

26 lines is alot to ask of a man who

writes just to keep himself alive.

 

To keep sanity in a world that doesnt

understand what sanity is anymore.

 

People going to such extremes just

to prove the smallest of points.

 

Points that are only noticed by themselves

because the world is to buisy to pay attention to itself.

 

Laws are made, and things change but only if

your looking through the right side of the glass.

 

Because when the smoke clears the

common man will still be on the same side he always was.

 

The magic of power will be present but the

stink of it's legacy will prove fatal.

 

The people will lose, and the world will still be.....

and the ones who think otherwise

are still children themselves.

 

It's not so hard to imagine......it's not so

hard to want to be somthing different.

 

I love just like others love, but when the

shade gets drawn who's realling

pulling the string.

How would it be

 If it ended tomarrow

Where would i be

Feeling all alone

So incomplete

 

If you said it tomarrow

What would it be

Looking into darkness

Because tomarrow's hard to see

 

If we lost it tomarrow

Would the feelings stay

Or would they leave like the wind

blowing ocean tides astray

 

If i needed you tomarrow

Would you be there for me

I'm asking right now

How would it be

Forget Me

 Overlooking what's in front of me

Eyes of stone staring out so blankly

Have i become what i despise

 

Empty handed i still reach out

As the voice in my head screams and shouts

Just get on with your life

 

There's two sides to each picture

But only one makes any sense

Is this the end of my future

Or will the past let me forget

 

 

I

 I've done what i could when i couldn't

I've helped who i can when i can't

I've seen more darkness than daylight

And lost when there's nothing left to lose

 

I've loved when i didn't know the meaning

I've hated when i didn't know the cause

I've dreamed the dreams of many

I've lived like all is lost

 

I gave up on the reasons

The truth is never real

I've found out all i want is

A life worth remembering...

Questions

 What do you do when there's nothing to do?

What do you write when there's nothing to say?

Who do you count on when nobodies there?

What is it that i'm trying to say?

 

Why do we fix what isn't broken?

How do we love what isn't real?

Where do we hide when there is no shelter?

What is it that i'm trying to feel?

 

They always say when your young,

you'll understand when your older.

 

How old do you have to be?

When Is It Enough

 Lost in a generation i don't feel a part of

 

Born way after my time i guess...

 

Computers,Cell Phones,I Pads,I Phones,Tablets,

 

I Remember when everything was simple

 

When everything didn't need to be posted world wide

 

Facebook,Myspace,Twitter,dating sites,

 

True love can now only be found if you have a credit card

and pay a monthly charge

 

To this generation i'm sure it's perfect

 

To this generation i'm sure it's not enough

 

Last Night Was Better

Morning comes with fury.

 

Hurracane force winds telling you to

start the day.

 

Head's pounding like Vinnie Paul from Pantera

is playing drums with my brain.

 

Tired isn't the word for it.

 

Through the first cigarette of the day i can

still taste the bourbon.

 

Thoughts remain useless, & my head is spinning

Like a mary go round going 400 mph.

 

Time is the only thing standiing in the way.

 

Time is a friend but also a enemy.

 

I try to wash the sleep from my eyes

to no avail.

 

Looking in the mirror the lights reflection

is blinding.

 

 

In the end there's only one thing i can say.

 

"Fuck I'm Hungover"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Publication Date: 10-14-2014

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