Monday, January 6, 2014

A Fallen Sleep

Fast to dream
yet slow to wake
my baby has fallen asleep on me

My eyes stretched wide open
while hers so peaceful now rest at ease

So I sit and I wait
For her sleep is not mine to take



By Jonathan Grant McElroy

Broken Free

trapped by plastered walls
I see straight  through
my eyes lead me right back to you

fond moments progress
feeling relieved
I have drawn a rest

when I am able to forget
such troubled stress

what my brain once had suffered with



By Jonathan Grant McElroy



Sunday, January 5, 2014

Loved other

what we have is worth so much more
and is why not being their makes me so mad
 I miss my arms  wrapped so tight around you
 but ill be back soon baby so don't be sad
 these emotions I feel for you
they are just a few
 that my heart so rapidly began to spew
I long for your sweet kiss and familiar touch
 dreams of you with
memories we made
 wait for me baby if its not asking too much
 your a beautiful rose that never fades
 and ignite this vibrant fire
 so bright inside
  I can not hide
 and every time  sitting
 while blankly gazing up at the ceiling
 a smile appears across my face
because I know
I have found my one in a million

By Jonathan Grant McElroy

Memories


Memories


Memories are like leaves
they grow
fade
and eventually
slowly pass away


By Jonathan Grant McElroy
Scrambled Ink

Puzzled


Puzzled


From behind closed doors to opposite ends of the world
lies to very significant pieces to a puzzle
which part has its place
stretching anywhere from north to south
east to west
the one who acquires
will soon admire
their piece of life in each others eyes
the force of life taken control
of what feels so invulnerable
but yet so weak
The ones we fall for
or soon to meet
in destinies timeline
we all
are beat


By Jonathan Grant McElroy
Scrambled Ink

Luck


Luck


Finding a four leaf clover
is in relation to finding the perfect one
yes there is always three leaves and two leaves
but why settle for less
when you have chance
to help you find the best


By Jonathan Grant McElroy
Scramble Ink


Period

Period


One simple little dot that set worlds apart
from start to end
the words you choose
will soon begin the narration of your life
that has been set in your hands
its up to you and only you
the people you love and the ones you lose
starting here
and ending there
the publisher of your life is always near


By Jonathan Grant McElroy
Scrambled Ink