† Open Fire
My heart is yours to build or break.
If you choose destruction, call upon your deadly faction.
Command your militia to bring me to my feet
and chain me down because you
keep me grounded and even gravity is no match.
With your embrace, we’ll set off explosions more devastating
than four hundred atomic bombs.
Lay the lands of Eden to rest; turn my body into a wasteland
because you make me weak and I just know
that Heaven’s gates open the moment I taste your lips.
Paradise is imprisoned within your heart and I swear
I’ll die trying to reach it.
Tear my soul open and gaze at my core.
See how barren it is without you here?
My eyes see nothing but eclipsed night skies and hidden beauty.
Stars collide with one another and form burning wildfires in the dark
until you appear from the horizon and ignite
the arrival of breathtaking sunsets.
You give me reason to my sight, so if you should fade away,
I’ll authorize an open fire.
I want bullets to pierce right through me because
I’d already be so fucking empty without you by my side.
They say it’s foolish to perish in wars of romance,
but if they only knew the pain that comes with yearning,
if they only knew the frigidness of nights I endure without your warmth,
they’d fight along with me in this endless war.
Start the countdown.
On my mark,
begin the open fire.
Let it all fall down.
(Source: jhayjhaythejetplane)
† Libra
I once spoke of cerulean skies,
but you ignited my dreams with your crimson fury.
I wanted to escape your desolate hell,
desperately running from your blazing grasp
and into the arms of serene waves
but I’ve learned now that my destiny is with you.
You balance me out.
When the tidal waves soar high above innocent grounds
and threatens to initiate its destruction,
your volcanic force ceased my uncontrollable rampage.
When your merciless soul cast a dry spell across the land,
my deluge gave them new life to admire once again.
At times, you are darkess and I’d be radiance
and our roles would often reverse but it remains true
that I’m safe when I’m with you
and I’ll be your hero until the word dissolves us both.
Be my savior and I’ll be your faith.
Lose yourself in me and I’ll be your guide.
Let my waves quench your flames
until night transforms us both into beasts
and I’ll let you ignite, let you drive our passion
until we reach the point
where our nest becomes an ocean.
† Aries
He was the king. He wore the crown.
He watched attentively as her walls broke down,
not willingly but forced open by his horns
for he was the devil’s spawn and she was the sacrifice.
Pushed passion into her throat when she pleaded otherwise,
fed her lies and plotted her demise,
he let her crumble away and didn’t even give a fuck
that her nights were spent conjuring tidal waves
and erupting volcanoes
and drawing tallies onto her wrist, examining the beauty
of her blood flow.
He pilfered the throne from the final monarch.
She was once reigned as queen,
but his horns broke her down.
Night by night, her soul was sliced open
until it bled out its last drop
and the glorious woman fell from glory at last.
† Virgo
I deciphered her lock and drew my blade,
pierced her shield and made her recite my name
in countless tongues and various incantations
until the whole population knew of our secrets.
She sought for a hero, I dealt heroine
and sold illegal fixes for suicidal wishes,
unspeakable elixirs for murderous thoughts.
She was an untainted hue before she met me,
now she bleeds the whole spectrum,
dripping with sweet venom,
because I’m a fucking villain that defiles young virgins,
fuck with their mentality and feed them harsh poison.
She sought for an angel, I delivered her death
in terms of pain and pleasure
drawn in the same damn breath.
She won’t forget my existence, she’ll remember my legacy
as I faded away and left her
my fucked up story.
Covered in my ink, she begged to write the sequel
but it’ll have to wait
until another night,
when the exposition brings us to another
unseen alley.
† Gemini
I just want to breathe in and feel you within me
If science were to break down my body’s composition,
your name would be spelled out by the smallest of atoms
because without you, I am nothing
but a lifeless form, a nameless being,
a soul without purpose.
When the sun radiates its revitalizing glow,
I seek out my better half,
I refuse to witness the rise of the moon
without your hand to hold.
The crimson horizon holds my deepest wish.
Distance is the enemy and hope is my weapon.
I’ll mutilate the intangible disasters,
I’ll spill the ocean’s blood and let time flow faster
because I am yours to resurrect
and I am yours to destroy.
At the end of the day, seek refuge in my arms.
Build a sanctuary out of sheets,
let our bodies conjure flames that devour us both
because you own me
and I’ll never let us go.
† Swan Song
If I tore off my own feathers and bled in the lake,
would you love me then?
Only on the brink of death will my voice soar high,
so take my life with that sharpened knife.
Slit my throat and drain my of every drop,
then kiss my lips until my heart stops.
My human queen, I am but a beast with wings,
but when you’re around, it’s as if my reach is limitless
so I’ll sing at the top of my lungs,
on the edge of glory, on the verge of inexistence
and I’ll shout it out for the whole word to hear
that you’re my sanctuary,
and blood is so priceless when I’m trapped in your embrace.
Grace me with your assassination,
I want to die by the hands of royalty.
Slay me with your kiss and murder me with your touch.
Here’s my swan song for you,
here’s my last.
† Legendary
Feeling the Earth shift as the city breathed her last,
I was drowned in the deluge of Neptune’s wrath.
In cerulean fury, I gasped for air but heard nothing more
than the song of the sirens.
Lost in the aftermath of underwater destruction,
dying to the serene grace of static down below,
the abyss never looked so beautiful.
Someday, I want to awaken from this dream
and swim with the resurrected coelacanths,
make love to the women that fell from grace
along with the lost city of Atlantis.
Someday, I’ll kiss the sunlight that faded from my view
and I’ll escape from this darkness,
this frigid grave in the depths of this sea.
Think of me, my love back on land,
if ever the waves sing to you and you’re suddenly not alone.
Hold my hand when the whitewash enfolds your soul.
Cherish me as the downpour renews your faith,
because though I may be gone,
though these underwater ruins are where I shall remain,
I promise to you
that Atlantis will surely rise again.
† Bad Bitch Mentality
She rapped in the tongue of Kimberly Jones
and even stenciled in her bad reputation,
legs open twenty four seven,
it mattered not if they were fifty or two times eleven.
Living for dirty money and unsanitized needles,
dying for an hour’s worth of pleasure and tainted treasures,
accumulating drugs no matter how drastic her measure,
snatching up grimy glam at her leisure
because she was a bad bitch
and that’s what society labeled her.
Two shots of patron and a prick of rusted iron,
she’d find herself in a fucked up version of wonderland.
Drugged up bunnies squirming in a diseased hole.
Wasted mad men flaunting cash, religon not extoled
but rather thrown to the side,
no salvation could right this misguided soul
and she’d find herself bruised and cut up at the end of the night
but it mattered not whether it was wrong or right
because she was a bad bitch
and that’s what society labeled her.
She had her niggas and homies, pimps and lackies,
pistol in her drawer and cocaine bags stuffed in her panties.
She drowns in red and sees in green,
chases for the paper that’ll lead to the end of her days,
but she’s a beast and an animal with a torn out heart
and she’ll fuck who she likes, mug who she don’t.
She has no care in the world
because she was a bad bitch
and that’s what society labeled her.
Years from now, she’ll quietly pass.
Whether it be through a stray bullet or stabbed in the throat
with a sharpened glass and no one will speak of her name,
the newspapers won’t chronicle what led to her demise because to their eyes she was a bad bitch
and nothing more.
Just the death of another useless whore,
unadored, a soul abhored
and uncared for.
† What Lies Within
An exercise for college where we had to make a complete narrative story in less than 30 minutes. I hope you guys like it!
A couple in their mid-twenties were standing in front of a stained mirror, grimy from the lack of attention. They had their hands clasped together, but the woman eventually broke away after realizing the stupidity of what they’ve just done.
“Damn it! I knew that shit was fake! I don’t know why everyone’s scared to do it, because it’s all a bunch of lies!” she shouted as she walked out of the bathroom and slammed the door, leaving her bewildered boyfriend alone. He quietly followed, reflecting back on what their reason was for testing an urban legend that could have easily ended their life. But alas, in the end, nothing happened. He shook his head as he met up with the girl outside of their house.
† Night [Book 2/3]
Here’s part two of the horror story I wrote back in freshmen year. If you didn’t read part one yet, click here.
Synopsis: A group of teenagers wander off in the depths of the woods seeking thrill and excitement, but get way more than they bargained for when a sadistic killer hunts and kills them one by one, but are their friendships and secrets more deadly than their predator?
† Re: Sex, Marriage, & Fairytales
You call yourself a poet?
Let us engage in spoken word warfare.
I’ll be the armageddon in physical manifestation,
you’ll be the soldier unarmed, defended only by your skin
and your salvation from sin.
Here’s a bullet from my weapon of mass destruction,
can your religion put off your damnation
when the projectile pierces your skin?
Will your deity accept your penance to free you from sin?
Fools, fools all around us.
Fools disguised as good samaritans, fools that act
as if their words were truth,
and all else are lies
but when your words are stagnant and redundant,
who would believe your amateur rhymes?
Only those who bathe in stupidity
would state that there is only one solution.
Don’t you realize it yet, pseudo-poet?
We, as humans, hold the key to our very salvation.
You say love is a fairytale and we all worship sex,
but your rhymes ain’t complex, they just lack context
because religion may be a fairytale to some.
Yet you deny them the freedom of choice,
you deny them of their voice
so here’s our united shout from the whispers you silenced.
Here’s the final blow
that will send you to your proposed maker.
If his existence is real,
then will he guard your idiotic endeavors?
Armorless warrior, you are but a fool in the eyes of god.
Striving to fight in a nonexistent crusade,
making those in limbo into disbelievers.
We are god. We are religion. We are the church,
we command our own legions.
We need not no book, we need not no deity.
We are feared by all, we are
humanity.
† NIGHT [Book 1/3]
My first horror story written back when I was still a freshman in high school, hence why it’s not up to par with whatever I do nowadays. But if you have nothing else to do, mind checking it out? Here’s the first part since I’d rather not post the whole thing at once. Thanks~ - Jhay
Synopsis: A group of teenagers wander off in the depths of the woods seeking thrill and excitement, but get way more than they bargained for when a sadistic killer hunts and kills them one by one, but are their friendships and secrets more deadly than their predator?
(Source: jhayrusalem)
