Irony

Irony
a poem by Jesse McCarl

Take a song about a girl
Rearrange the words
Now it’s a song about god
Call it rock’n’roll

Ironic is it not?
That in calculating faith
You orchestrated hate
And lost sight of your soul?

Grace

Grace
a poem by Jesse McCarl

I can see through the trees
This forest is a comb, not a brush
I could step over the brush
But I don’t

You can see me here
And I can see you
But if you don’t make the first step-
Solitude

The opposite of quitting
I can see the other side
I can make it to the other side
No one moves

Save me. Wreck me.
I know it’s not your job
You’ll get hurt in the end
Savior

No Use Crying

No Use Crying
A Poem by Jesse McCarl
(not writing as Jesse McCarl)

I did not expect myself to cry
at Dad’s funeral
He had made me so hard

My Father died over spilt milk
From a lump in his throat
when I didn’t make the team
From holding it all inside
He died from a little bit of everything

I gave up on the man he made me
at Dad’s funeral
I cried so hard.