Pages From John

Category: Poetry

  • Magma and Rock

    Please don’t let me solidify to rock

    Magma is my preferred state of being

    I’ve cooled down with the passing of the clock

    Remelting is a new way of seeing

    If I am a rock again strike me dead

    So that I reignite as hot and red

  • Trust me. I know…

    Trust me. I know what it feels like to be wronged.

    Trust me. I know what it feels like to do wrong.

    Trust me. I know what it feels like to lie to myself that I don’t know what I am doing wrong.

    Trust me. I know what it feels like to want to prove all those people in the past wrong.

    Trust me. I know what it feels like to believe I am alone in my pain.

    Trust me. I know what it feels like to hate the world.

    Trust me. I know what it feels like to hate myself.

    Trust me. I know what it feels like to place myself above others at the same time.

    Trust me. I know what it feels like to lie.

    Trust me. I know what it feels like to want revenge.

    Trust me. I know what it feels like to hurt those that care about me.

    Trust me. I know what it feels like to make mistakes and hide them under a rug.

    Trust me. I know what it feels like to reject the realness of love out of fear.

    Trust me. I know what it feels like to be a coward.

    Trust me. I know what it feels like to be jealous.

    Trust me. I know what it feels like to want to show them how stupid they all are.

    Trust me. I know what it feels like to have rage.

    Trust me. I know what it feels like to pride myself as perfect.

    Trust me. I know what it feels like to expect perfection from others.

    Trust me. I know what it feels like to have let down expectations.

    But also trust me on this…

    I know what it feels like to forgive.

    It is never too late.

    Forgive. Everyone, including yourself.

    Actually forgive.

    Trust me. I know it is hard.

    But it will never end otherwise.

    Dethrone pain and fear.

    For yourself. For love. For your life.

    And when I make my future mistakes…

    I hope I will again try to turn around.

  • My Alchemical Thesis

    I love the love you have given me that makes me feel warmth and joy.

    I love the beauty you have thrown across the universe from flowers to stars.

    I love the darkness you have planted in me to teach me about compassion and forgiveness.

    I love the challenges you have placed in front of me to show me creativity.

    I love the fears you have given me to push me into courage.

    I love the heartbreaks you have given me to ask me to stand up.

    I love the rewards and punishments you have bestowed, and how I cannot see the difference.

    I love the pain you have given me to teach me the source of hate.

    I love the people you have placed in my life and how I can feel your heart in theirs.

    I love the doors you have slammed so that I don’t make a mistake.

    I love the mistakes you have allowed me to make so that I learn.

    I love the tears you have given me that make me feel alive.

    I love the songs you have inspired that give me hope.

    I love the jokes you have played on me that make me laugh.

    I love the questions you have asked that really test my faith.

    I love the many chances you have given me when I wouldn’t have done the same.

    I love that you have made me feel like the biggest fool and the smartest genius in one day.

    I love the life you have given me and every page of the story.

    I love that I am that I am.

    I love that you are that you are.

    You don’t need to say anything… 

    You never have said anything.

    Will you walk with me everyday?

    Even if it was I that once walked away?

    Will we decide together where we must go?

    With our love for each other, can we change for the better?

    I love you, everything.

  • In the Sky

    As I sit in a metal tube soaring through the sky,

    I ask myself, “When was my first trip to fly?”

    Have I forgotten that time when I was so small?

    I bet I was a little scared that we might fall.

    What happened to that wonder that I once had?

    When a simple seat on an airplane made me glad.

    The seat is cramped and my back is a tad sore,

    But as a person in the sky, why ask for more?

    So my thanks to the pilot and the engineers,

    For learning how to fly and making all the gears.

    Thanks to the stewardess, the cutie patootie with a booty,

    Even if her day was hard and she was a bit moody.

    Oh! As I fling myself from here to there,

    I don’t want to be so blindly unaware.

    When did I become so damn jaded?

    When was my joy and awe invaded?