Justjakk in the box twisted lyrics.

philosophy of a demented artist

did i create you or did you create me
are you in my dreams or the other way around
it this real or make believe
who is really the cartoon

you seemed so real i thought at that moment
or was it you thinking that about me
all in an instant i flew into nothing
as if an eraser passed by my flesh

the lead tip moves about
and marks your form so gently
or could it be that im mistaken
and im the one upon the paper

what color would you use
when you bring me to life
is it in your imagination
that your dream person is me

you are a part of me
black and white or sometimes color
the inside that they dont see
or am i the inside of you

you thought you wouldnt see it again
a mixture of word to read
that drips off the mind
and hits the floor then disolves

it is easy if you look hard
and see it fall into the bowl
the soup of life you drink so thin
it have never made you full

and you wonder why you cannot see
the things inside my dark hazel eyes
but you never notice when you drop
the mirror upon the carpet

it breaks into many pieces
one for each of your broken dreams
come to me and i will fix them
place them all back together

the reflection is warped but now you see
the reflection and how it can be
mended soon to pure perfection
and you dreams will heal as well

if i talk i talk in color
my poetry is black and white
no middle layer to confuse you
to think it may mean another

no hidden meanings
no rhymes to guess
in the end you know it
and it fits you

you read along
and i only type
i dont return the favor
my fingers only need practise

this is my poem
third of the day
i hope you like it
its the last for now

😱 You are writing again

🙂 I'm glad to see it, and keep it up

Originally posted by justjakk
philosophy of a demented artist

did i create you or did you create me
are you in my dreams or the other way around
it this real or make believe
who is really the cartoon

you seemed so real i thought at that moment
or was it you thinking that about me
all in an instant i flew into nothing
as if an eraser passed by my flesh

the lead tip moves about
and marks your form so gently
or could it be that im mistaken
and im the one upon the paper

what color would you use
when you bring me to life
is it in your imagination
that your dream person is me

you are a part of me
black and white or sometimes color
the inside that they dont see
or am i the inside of you

Finally dude. hahah! very very cool. Bleeding black and white makes you even more my brother, and more the man you are.

another abused soul

the stern look in your eyes
tell me theres something wrong
did i do it this time
and let your demons come out again

i cannot run
you're much to quick
for little legs dont move so swift
you caught me at a disadvantage

just as the day before
i dont think it was me
and this time you hit me harder
i fall upon the floor much heavier

what did i do
was it really me
or was it that bottle
you sipped on this morning

i give you much you dont return
i will not ask, not this time
you have it all, and now i know
its far too dangerous to be giving

the little change in my pocket
is dropped into your bowl
you look at me with hungry eyes
maybe i made a big mistake

down the alley so dark and grim
you have followed me to my fate
or have you walked into the trap
and the metal pin is soon to spring

you have me now, or do i have you
in this spider web ive woven
youve much from this day of begging
but that is not what i want

my fine threads upon my body
wripple against the nights wind
and you are just two feet away
from your own mortal end

for you have fallen into this web
and now i have another snack
it was a dark evening
and the sun is not here to hinder me

Originally posted by justjakk
another abused soul

the stern look in your eyes
tell me theres something wrong
did i do it this time
and let your demons come out again

i cannot run
you're much to quick
for little legs dont move so swift
you caught me at a disadvantage

just as the day before
i dont think it was me
and this time you hit me harder
i fall upon the floor much heavier

what did i do
was it really me
or was it that bottle
you sipped on this morning

Originally posted by justjakk
i give you much you dont return
i will not ask, not this time
you have it all, and now i know
its far too dangerous to be giving

the little change in my pocket
is dropped into your bowl
you look at me with hungry eyes
maybe i made a big mistake

down the alley so dark and grim
you have followed me to my fate
or have you walked into the trap
and the metal pin is soon to spring

you have me now, or do i have you
in this spider web ive woven
youve much from this day of begging
but that is not what i want

my fine threads upon my body
wripple against the nights wind
and you are just two feet away
from your own mortal end

for you have fallen into this web
and now i have another snack
it was a dark evening
and the sun is not here to hinder me

wow. very cool bro. keep it goin.

crushing over a punk rock memory

starting to rethink somethings
about everything and nothing
starting to see blury-eyed
and you're in my cross-hairs

cant get my mind around you
a mystery i wish would i could solve
and let me be by myself
so i can think about what could have been

what about when never was
and all i thought was you
and how you made me happy
by punching me in the arm

and when you changed your hair color
and your eyes sparkled still
i thought i could die when you hugged me
and i would never truly be gone

your sweet voice echoed "rock on!"
maybe you were like a little sister
but i can allways wonder what was
and think he's much luckier than i

you dont live here anymore
and i wonder if you think of me
and when you look at that old picture
do you think about what could have been?

Ahhhh what memories can do to us sometimes... good work 😊

Originally posted by Coldfire
Ahhhh what memories can do to us sometimes... good work 😊

you're very welcome hun 😊

Originally posted by justjakk
crushing over a punk rock memory

starting to rethink somethings
about everything and nothing
starting to see blury-eyed
and you're in my cross-hairs

cant get my mind around you
a mystery i wish would i could solve
and let me be by myself
so i can think about what could have been

what about when never was
and all i thought was you
and how you made me happy
by punching me in the arm

and when you changed your hair color
and your eyes sparkled still
i thought i could die when you hugged me
and i would never truly be gone

your sweet voice echoed "rock on!"
maybe you were like a little sister
but i can allways wonder what was
and think he's much luckier than i

you dont live here anymore
and i wonder if you think of me
and when you look at that old picture
do you think about what could have been?

Very lovely

Originally posted by vaya_the_elf
Very lovely

justjakk you are very talented ✅

the hope of a struggling believer

i was told that if i typed out
what i truly want to say
that i can get something right
and no longer have such fear

but what do i type when i don't know
what i want to say at all
and if my fingers get stuck
i wont as easily change the topic

twenty-four years living
and I'm still almost like a child
i want so much for myself
but don't know where to look

they say go out and find it
but you see my map is broken
this isn't like a R.P.G
and i don't have a strategy guide

they didn't either and its sad
if they think of me as them
what if i cant do what they did
I'm not a carbon copy anyways

so i guess i will live my own life
expect the unexpected
and one day i will lose my fear
and i will accomplish everything

the broken vase

when you look at me, do i make you happy
my father i do not know?
and when i struggle, do you cheer
for me to continue on?

i dont think im good enough
for you to think of me
as a follower to be proud of
i often slip and fall

my works are nothing to you
and i do such awful things
i think you cry when you see
such a disgrace ive become

im not working hard i cannot lie
you see me day by day
and if i cannot live for you
why do i live at all

my heart breaks and you repair it
but it is allways broken
cause i know im like a vase
thats fallen from the bookshelf

the mirrors' reflection (the talk of the vain)

when i look in the mirror
i do not see the face
of the man i hoped to be
maybe i need to get it cleaned

it has to be the mirror
has an imperfection
cause i know that i am perfect
and i can do no wrong

they are such useless minions
those who walk about
their lives are meaningless to me
i just laugh and gawk

i am owed everything
i should be at the top
i live in such vanity
i want to kiss myself

but am i truly beautyful
am i truly wise
am i as perfect as i think
or is the mirror the on that's right