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

Things That She Likes

Things that she likes:
Tattoos on guys
Planes and being able to fly
She likes trains but has never been on one
She likes to go tan in the sun
She really likes her family
But sometimes I think not as much as she adores Sushi
She likes Mercedes and Lexus
She has a richer taste than most of us
She likes the creative type
And loves winning the fight
And sweet texts before saying goodnight
And she might not gripe at skating on ice
And fright filled movies in the darkness of night
And dreams of flight higher than a kite
And little love bits during a passionate night
She Loves hugging with all her might
and those jeans that look a mite too tight
Paired with a leather jacket with spikes
And the number one thing on the list of things she DOESN'T like
Me.

Tinder

Leave it to tinder to entwine two lovers who will never trust each other
We dance slowly holding our bodies close underneath the covers
But no matter how close we get we keep our hearts at arms length
Both broken and beaten, we think this hookup will give us the strength
To traverse the trials of tomorrow and make it past another 24 hours
We try to put as many bodies between us and our past from which we cower
Building Barbed wire conversations while we light a fire in our beds
And we Choke on the smoke as we try not to listen to the voices in our heads
That are Telling us its okay to give our souls away for corporal pleasure
Marching towards the dead end cul-de-sac of casual sex that we think holds treasure
Breaking chemical bonds by creating them with someone else
While Serotonin, vasopressin and oxytocin just fuck with our mental health
Beating around the bush when there is none cuz you made sure to shave
And you're Thinking of your ex instead of me to send ecstasy over you like waves 
Crashing onto the shore of our shared loneliness
While I'm trying to remember how she looked like in her wedding dress
We use each other to achieve our own selfish needs instead
Of opening up our hearts to share the feelings that we wish were dead
Instead of living life and learning how to love again
We only live out fucked up fantasies while calling each other friends
And when valentines day rolls around we plan our own self massacre
We Open the hotel room doors to a desert of flesh and the only oasis i see is her
Slinking and sneaking out of the muddled mess of my mind
When all im trying to do is forget her between the legs of any girl that gives me the time
These masochistic coping mechanisms are a two way street
But thank you for swiping right to help me find solace somewhere with you between the sheets.

-Jack Lungu