And I choose to breathe

And I choose to breathe

A Poem by Jack...
"

Sadness and sorrow are often the breath of life

"

 

And I choose to breathe

 

 

And I choose to breathe for every breath is free

Calmly bound of tempted drizzled fears

Slow dancing on the desperate dying wind

Placing endless hope against the flow

 

This does come

Beyond iron gates of broken trances

To sing

Undying wishes upon the deaf ears

 

Fractured in meanings and senses known

These wrinkles form a flavored mask

Donned in apprehension of a wilted feeling

Sleek and slender, along a poisoned vine they grow

 

Challenging

In endless streams of sorted need

Stead fast

With chains of charmed tethered truth

 

Cartoon headstones with scribbled crayon’d names

Cast darker shadows beneath the edges of sanity

Ripped and tattered these empty voices scream

My name in echoes bearing nothing more than seen

 

As I cry

My tears sprout wings and flee from my face

To my knees

Finding only the jagged earth to rest

 

Desires cling to the massive arbors of life

Dreams falter along a winding creviced cliff

Nothing laughs like the air upon my sorrowed face

And I choose to breathe for every breath is free

 

 

 

 

© 2013 Jack...


Author's Note

Jack...
Thank you for reading

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Poems aren't really my forte but I couldn't help myself from being completely captured by it. Well done.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Jack...

11 Years Ago

Thank you so much. I am happy you found some enjoyment in my poem.
It was intensely felt and written . The priceless breath of life was subtly expressed .

Posted 11 Years Ago


Jack...

11 Years Ago

Thank you so much
Very powerful. It takes my breath away. (; The imagery was so strikingly beautiful and vivid, it flowed perfectly. I loved it all, but I think this stanza may have been my favorite... ;)

"Cartoon headstones with scribbled crayon’d names
Cast darker shadows beneath the edges of sanity
Ripped and tattered these empty voices scream
My name in echoes bearing nothing more than seen"

Amazing poem!! :D

Posted 11 Years Ago


Jack...

11 Years Ago

Thank you so very much. I truly appreciate your kind words.
Wow. This is quite well written. Something that happened recently was I admitted to suicidal tendencies and will soon be getting help. To my friends: because of them, I still breathe.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Jack...

11 Years Ago

Please stay breathing, nothing is ever as bad as it seems. Thank you for reading and commenting
Shall I cry now or later..this sounds a lot like how I have been feeling lately..only where do the tears go and how much does it really help to cry? Does it change anything? Will my husband get well, will what happened in Boston go away..God help us all while we are still here..another for my favorites list..Kathie

Posted 11 Years Ago


Jack...

11 Years Ago

Thanks so much Kathie
Love the picture at the top, and after reading the poem, it seems that you don't need that picture, shows the misery and darkness very well, great job

Posted 11 Years Ago


Jack...

11 Years Ago

Thanks so much Nick
amaing one!!!
And I choose to breathe for every breath is free
really great


Posted 11 Years Ago


Jack...

11 Years Ago

Thank you so very much for your kind words
Cara

11 Years Ago

a great writer like you deserves more than my words
your writings' are soo amazing, you are a .. read more
Absolutely love this. It's dark and intense (Love dark writing) and just plain beautiful. You're writing is amazing. xx
Edit: Also the picture is KILLER!

Posted 11 Years Ago


Jack...

11 Years Ago

Thank you so very much Katt, for your kind words. I truly appreciate you stopping by
Tennyson-like, in content. Maybe a little too dreamy for me, but it's written well.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Jack...

11 Years Ago

Thanks, dreamy seems to be my style often.
Dark and beautiful, you are chained in a dark place but still your spirit is not broken, as you choose to still exist in defiance.
There is so much to be read into the wonderful metaphors of this poem....

Posted 11 Years Ago


Jack...

11 Years Ago

Thank you so very much Stella, for stopping by and leaving such kind words for me.

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Added on April 18, 2013
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Jack...
Jack...

San Antonio, TX



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Not much to tell about me, I am just Jack, I am a poet, a writer, a musician, a painter, a builder and a dreamer. I live in south Texas but am originally from New Jersey and miss it more and more all .. more..

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