Submissions by MilesJaye
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Circumstances, matters of life, and matters of the soul write the poems on my heart. I then put it into words. I am Miles Jaye.
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
31st Mar 2014 3:56am
31st Mar 2014 3:56am
A Glance At Tomorrow
A glance at tomorrow,
judged by today,
may ease discontent
when my mind is astray.
Will it meet my desires
of all it should be?
Will I be overwhelmed
with serendipity?
Will I go somewhere then
that I'll wish I had not?
Will its color then cover up
yesterday's blot?
The encounters of today,
will tomorrow discard?
The things that I dream,
will tomorrow afford?
Will I tangle desires
in Impossible's threads,
to be disappointed
at matters ahead?
Will I witness tomorrow
a surprising fate?
Will tomorrow be...
judged by today,
may ease discontent
when my mind is astray.
Will it meet my desires
of all it should be?
Will I be overwhelmed
with serendipity?
Will I go somewhere then
that I'll wish I had not?
Will its color then cover up
yesterday's blot?
The encounters of today,
will tomorrow discard?
The things that I dream,
will tomorrow afford?
Will I tangle desires
in Impossible's threads,
to be disappointed
at matters ahead?
Will I witness tomorrow
a surprising fate?
Will tomorrow be...
628 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
31st Mar 2014 3:55am
31st Mar 2014 3:55am
Candle for You
One candle lit
To light it’s chamber
Love has never looked better.
Draped in darkness
But not overtaken,
Fighting to call this place home,
Fighting to stay alive,
But fighting alone.
An exhausted candle,
Having given it’s all,
Melts away…
And dies.
As I have loved you.
To light it’s chamber
Love has never looked better.
Draped in darkness
But not overtaken,
Fighting to call this place home,
Fighting to stay alive,
But fighting alone.
An exhausted candle,
Having given it’s all,
Melts away…
And dies.
As I have loved you.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Mar 2014 11:14am
30th Mar 2014 11:14am
Ingenuity
Moss has oak to which it clings,
and oak the earth on which it stands,
in mossy nests, in oaks, birds land,
‘cause birds got pairs of tireless wings –
and ‘cause birds find use for diminutive things.
and oak the earth on which it stands,
in mossy nests, in oaks, birds land,
‘cause birds got pairs of tireless wings –
and ‘cause birds find use for diminutive things.
543 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
30th Mar 2014 11:00am
30th Mar 2014 11:00am
Inchoate
Perhaps I confounded myself,
The me inching towards you,
The me inching away from you,
And standing betwixt the two of me,
Trying to pull myselves back together.
The me inching towards you,
The me inching away from you,
And standing betwixt the two of me,
Trying to pull myselves back together.
436 reads
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SONG LYRICS
Published
6th Nov 2013 8:48am
6th Nov 2013 8:48am
Floating By (On Broken Pieces)
I never imagined it,
It was no accident,
Now that it happened, it’s a sting.
I can’t remember life before,
But what am I fighting for,
If you’re not a wife before the ring?
And in my own defense,
It just doesn’t make sense
To straddle the fence and never choose.
Most guys will never say
they won’t take second place
and though I’d rather stay, you’re confused.
So here’s my cue, I’ll be…
Floating by on broken pieces,
Searching for a place to heal,
Don’t know the “when’s” or “why’s”
Could be a blessing in disguise,...
It was no accident,
Now that it happened, it’s a sting.
I can’t remember life before,
But what am I fighting for,
If you’re not a wife before the ring?
And in my own defense,
It just doesn’t make sense
To straddle the fence and never choose.
Most guys will never say
they won’t take second place
and though I’d rather stay, you’re confused.
So here’s my cue, I’ll be…
Floating by on broken pieces,
Searching for a place to heal,
Don’t know the “when’s” or “why’s”
Could be a blessing in disguise,...
647 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
6th Nov 2013 8:46am
6th Nov 2013 8:46am
Un-
I became victim to words unmeant
Hollow expressions, carelessly spent
From supple lips, like hard cement
That smashed and marred without relent
They danced about my heart and went
Into the air, a quick ascent
In days, and weeks, and months far spent
Did I become victim to words unmeant
I became victim of deeds undone
Indeed I am my father’s son
Within my mind, these notions run
Forced to reckon every one
The prize I sought, apathy won
As I lay watching the midnight sun
Wrapped in the tangled web I spun
Did I become victim of...
Hollow expressions, carelessly spent
From supple lips, like hard cement
That smashed and marred without relent
They danced about my heart and went
Into the air, a quick ascent
In days, and weeks, and months far spent
Did I become victim to words unmeant
I became victim of deeds undone
Indeed I am my father’s son
Within my mind, these notions run
Forced to reckon every one
The prize I sought, apathy won
As I lay watching the midnight sun
Wrapped in the tangled web I spun
Did I become victim of...
603 reads
2 Comments
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