Jake Warren


Shooting Stars Are For Dreamers, Dreamers Are Hopeful, Hope Is Meaningless - Poem by Jake Warren

If I were to go back to find myself behind a closet door
I’d open it to find that I am not there anymore
Might I have checked out way too soon to be sure?
Perhaps behind the closet door is a cure
Coming out and seeing the world through a new window
Let’s me know that I tragically lost one thing
My innocence, and I didn’t even have to try
Laced with sins and under a mask of lies
Snap your fingers and stomp your feet
Won’t you hear me out before I die in this heat?
Slamming the closet door again, looking ahead
Wondering what will become of me
And what of those who saw me leave?
Will I ever go back again, I cannot say
All I know is when one door shuts
Another one opens, and down this road
I have nowhere else to go
Seeing what life brings for me
Letting it all happen naturally
Plotlines and stories of wonder
Becoming lives on which to ponder
Is anyone real in this new entertaining age?
Or are we all living in a book and looking ahead to the next page?
Ink drips and wonderful trips
Looking for someone to give great tips
Though lessons are learned over time, you must know
After each crime, I’m left with no where to go
Dark clouds, I’ve been reaching for them
Wet, temporary satisfaction
Though the stars about will never fade away
The clouds move on and leave me
I just reach, reach, reach in vein
Shooting stars and wishes we pray
Of all of the things that I have to say
And let me get to the point before it’s far gone
Though the door is shut, I am not alone
Mistakes, mistaken identity
Teardrops, lovers infinity
Rain washes the past clean
But when the past is gone, for what will I dream?
Dark clouds, I’ve been reaching for them
Wet, temporary satisfaction
Though the stars above will never fade away
The clouds move on and leave me
I just reach, reach, reach in vein
Shooting stars and wishes we pray
Of all of the things that I have to say
Join your hands and light up the candles
In candlelight we… pray
Upon the darkest hours, we pray
When we have nothing left to say
No one to tell, we just pray
La, la, la-la-la… la-la-la-luh-la-la-la
One door slams shut, hope it fell out of its frame
The closet is where I belong, there I’ll be in shame
Why reach for clouds while I stand in the fog
Reaching for nothing and it just fades away
I’ll reach for the stars, forever they are
Upon these darkest hours, I pray


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  • Edward Kofi Louis (3/11/2015 4:21:00 AM)

    Nice piece of work. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 26, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, February 19, 2011


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