Soul of a poet : by Jac! Sabertooth

I stare up at the sky and wonder , watching the clouds and rolling thunder , I was the one left behind , no one seemed to care or mind , I'm still waiting for better days  But i don't think they'll come my way , Love is given never bought , some of us are never pursued or caught , we wander around in a haze of blue , longing for valentines we never knew , were in a constant fight with ourselves , to be someone different someone else , But it fails and they see through our thinly veiled  disguise, in embarrassment we run and hide , we all play a game , and then we dare , when called a name to say we dont care , but it cuts deep , deep into our soul , and soon pushes on us when we grow old.

I was the one left behind , No one seemed to care or mind , I was never found in the game of hide and seek , 'cause no one ever looks for someone like me , Flaming tears rolling down my cheek , but you'll never know 'cause you don't see me , Go hold hands , and look into each others eyes , go on with your happy little lies someone like me on the outside looking in , ignored when they say their looking for a good man , love is supposed to fill you with warmth and joy , But it appears love like hate can destroy.

For those of us drowning in pain , being washed away by a flood of shame , trying not to sink by holding on to grief , looking for a friendly smile to give us relief        That day will never come because................ The fires of pain , and agony has forge the soul of a poet , only unfortunately their are too many of us who just dont know it. - Jac!

Copyright 2012 Generation Jac! Publishing

Just me.. :(

Just me in the mirror and no one else , so tired and drained is there anything left , the eyes starring back looking right through me my vision so cloudy i can barely see , but i look back  with a panic reaction , i'm not sure this is my reflection. Or maybe, just maybe my mind is playing games it wouldn't be the first time, it tried to drive me insane.
But how do we know, how do we know for sure that its just a reflection, and nothing more, turn off the lights while you stand in your bathroom face your mirror and stare, what do you feel does it creep you out does it make you scared ?
I think i might be drifting and getting off track , i've been away for a little while but hey now i'm back, Fogging the mirror trying to clear my head , considering all options but i'm not dead.
Just a little tid bit for a snack , I've been away for a while but HERE'S JAC! , strange and unusual i wouldn't have it any other way, I have alot of annoying comments , sarcasims to say
A homeless guy ask me for money a few weeks ago , he said he needed to catch the bus to get home , I gave him three bucks he said thank you , thank you  and walked away to a car he owned. He sat in the driver side and then got back out , and walked over to a truck, i saw it and said no you didn't just do that, and decided to go ask him for two bucks ( he can keep a dollar).
When i got to him i said do you have two dollars you can spare ( i was polite which is hard for me ) he turned and gave me one hell of a death stare , i said it again in case he didn't understand , i said  do you have two dollars for me man , he took three steps back and the fear started to show, and he screamed like a little girl  No, No , Noooo! and took off running towards panda express ( i was at the walmart on 23rd & penn ) he ran a good distance and got really far, but the idiot forgot and left his car, I wasn't going to chase him not for three bucks , i was just having fun and screwing around and stuff ( dont think i was being mean ...)
Anyhow , any way trah la,la, dee, dee, this was my im back post i call it Just me. - Jac!