This Year

This is the year of the wolf

It is time that I try to engulf

Myself until theres nothing else

But a desire to reach for the top shelf

For too long I’ve been gutless

Trustless, with nothing on my must list

But I must list this last year as shit

The shoe fits, wear it, but its

Been a lesson in humility

and a message of futility

I went in as part of a pack

And now a pack I lack

I step into this year

With nothing to fear

I am the wolf, and I travel alone

I will finally get into my zone

Ruthless and cunning

What I achieve will be stunning

I’ve had it with being worthless

You’ll never see this wolf perform in the circus

Satan is a Woman's Name

I met The Devil, but he has a woman's name

But after that single night, I'll never be the same

We danced upon the altar in God's House

All the while I couldn't stop thinking of what's under her blouse

We painted skulls and pentagrams upon each other

Bathed in blood we make love under the covers

Of night, and the sight of such a woman

Makes me forget that she's just a daemon

Just like God, Satan is just not real

Thanks to her, I have no soul left to steal

But hell is real, fire, brimstone and strife

And I've lived there ever since she walked out of my life.

-Jack Lungu

Like you

I don't want you

Or someone who

Is remotely like you

I just want somebody

Who'll allow me

Just to simply be

-Jack Lungu

5:59 AM

Wake up. 5:59 AM. Knock on my door.
You're here. Get up, pants on, hand on the handle, address my fear.
Door Opens. Morning light dances in your hair. Fuck you, its not fair.
Your eyes glisten, swollen nose red, then you said, "Please."
We broke up the night before, and I've never felt this way before.

6:00 AM. We hug for the last time, it stops. Your body
Against mine for the last time
Arms around your waits, and I feel you cry
But I can't try to make it better, you ended this, even if
you didn't want to.

6:01 AM. Holding back tears, holding back fears
Of the future, I see us empty, lost and lonely, I see
myself broken and alone. You? Drifting on your own.
You step back, no longer my home and hand me my wireless headphones...

Sometimes

Sometimes when my day is going a bit too well
When I wake up with a smile, feeling the best I have in awhile
I decide to look you up to my my eyes swell
I stretch my stitches, tearing my hart to tatters with a smile

Sometimes when I'm out and about with a girl
When I'm letting myself love, dancing in the rain falling from above
I suggest shelter where I gave you that pendant made of pearl
your squeal was so shrill, and you hugged me tight like a glove

Sometimes there are days when Death Cab For Cutie just makes sense
When I listen to all our favorite songs and belt the chorus like you're still there
Bringing me back to jumping your fence for a photoshoot with a smile so immense
Snapping your portrait, fixing your pose, and letting my fingers find their way through your hair

Sometimes I type a type of apology, trying to trap your attention
I almost always press send, but in the end I delete it all and pour another glass
And instead I open up Insta and hope theres a new post and double tap, no discretion
Cause thats the closest I can come to contact, but I really don't want to harass

Sometimes its all I can do to stop myself from contacting you
I want to let you live but I can't let you live without me
Letting you know that you hurt me so bad that when I look at my ocean view
I dream of drowning in whiskey, that I want the sea turned to liquor just to se me free

Sometimes sometimes is simply more than just sometimes
Usually sometimes is something I need to keep myself in check
Manically managing emotions in a daily masochistic pantomime
Sometimes its all I can to do keep that noose from around my neck

Broken Pieces

It's hard to stand on stage
When I have nothing interesting to say
Cause I can't convey whats on my heart today
Cause sometimes I find I can only rhyme heart and fart, but its not the same
As what I really wanted say, that you threw my heart
Into a shopping cart at the Soon-To-Be-Ex-Mart
Even when I thought you and I could have a fresh start....
Rewind.
I don't mean to shove that shit aside
But when I stand up in front of you guys
I can be me without wearing my disguise
Because as I look you in the eyes
I realize we've all died
A lot or a little on the inside
It always blows my mind
That you, you, and you have felt the same as I
And thats why I come every other Thursday night
Cause the guys the read before I do
Have walked more than just a mile in my shoes
And we Choose to let the words loose
To loosen the noose we wrap around our throat
So we can fill our moat and christen the boat
To set sail on this weird thing called life
Thats full of storms and strife
But have you seen the sunset after a storm?
The light bounces so beautifully and the day is reborn
Orange, yellow, and red cancel out the thunderous scorn
And the violence of the rain falls away to beauty
And I see that me and you, you and me
Are made up of broken pieces for all to see
And I'm hoping the reason she wants to talk to me
Is that she thinks her broken pieces fit mine
So we can try to make everything fine
That being said, I'll try to keep an open mind
Cause usually I find people aren't worth the time
Even if this girl of mine might be a dime
I shine a light and find a hole in her soul
That will swallow me whole because I know
She's shallow and I need to go
But she won't go with the flow
So I end up letting her go
It hurts, I know, but trust me I'm fine
Cause I know in time I'll find the one whose broken pieces perfectly fit mine.

-Jack Lungu

Shit Whiskey

We have late night reservations
For shit whiskey and fake conversation
And I don't quite remember what was said
But I remember some of my poetry being read
Before I slurred some words I didn't mean
Your feelings seemed hidden behind a screen
But I hear the tremble in your voice, and I see the tears
While the gears in my head start to turn and I fear
That our desired can't be reciprocated
Because I feel monogamy is antiquated
And you have no more trust left in you,
A bloody mess from being backstabbed, but we choose
To lose ourselves in each others embrace
And make a mad dash in a race
Where there are no winner
Only two sinners grabbing diner
Before eating out at home
Yet my heart laments at being alone
Although we're anything but, butt naked
Together worshiping each other like we're sacred
And all night we're running a marathon towards a dead end
I'm not sure what signals I send
But I know I don;t want you to see me, I don't want to share
Because when it comes down to it, I just don't care.

-Jack Lungu