Jonas Lean

16/07/2025

The Nights That Don’t End
by: J.L.

Some nights don’t end, they only pause,
Like broken clocks with shattered laws.
The stars refuse to shine for me,
And darkness drinks my sanity.

I lie in bed, but not in rest,
A war still raging in my chest.
The silence screams, the shadows speak,
And I am hollow, scared, and weak.

Memories haunt like ghosts in chains,
Each one replaying all my pains.
The things I said I can’t take back,
They echo loud in endless black.

Who knew regret could weigh so much?
That empty arms could ache to touch?
That missing you could feel like fire
And drown my lungs with lost desire?

The pillow knows the salt I spill,
Each tear a truth I cannot kill.
I begged the night to set me free,
But freedom never came for me.

I see your face in sleepless dreams,
And wake up choking on the seams
Of all the words I should have said
Before our love was left for dead.

Some nights I wish I could erase,
The way you smiled, the way your face.
Lit up a room, or calmed my storm,
But even pain can feel like warm.

These nights, they break me bit by bit,
A thousand cuts, and I just sit.
No hope, no light, just endless blue,
Some nights I cry for losing you.

And when the morning dares to rise,
It finds the sorrow in my eyes.
Another day I have to fake,
Another breath I have to take.

So if you’ve ever hurt alone,
Just know these nights have carved a home.
And in the dark where dreams collapse,
I’m still here, drowning in the gaps.

15/07/2025

The Ocean Keeps Its Secrets
by: J.L.

The ocean is a broken hymn,
That sings beneath the surface dim.
It holds its breath a thousand years,
And weeps in silence none can hear.

Beneath the waves, the light forgets,
Where sunken dreams and shipwrecks rest.
A kingdom carved in shadowed stone,
Where every soul must drift alone.

The deep is not a place for men,
Yet still we dive, again, again.
We chase what cannot be held fast,
The echo of a haunted past.

It’s not the sharks, or storms, or tide,
But what the ocean learns to hide:
The whispered names of those who fall,
The ones who hear its siren call.

A lover lost, a child unknown,
A sailor turned to salt and bone.
The sea keeps secrets none can steal,
And holds the wounds we cannot heal.

It does not judge. It does not cry.
It only sways beneath the sky.
But oh—its dark is not just night,
It’s where the stars forget their light.

Yet still we stand at water’s edge,
Drawn to the pull of death and pledge.
As if its ache was once our own,
As if its depths could make us whole.

So let it take what time can’t touch,
The grief we bear, the things too much.
For in its black and breathless tomb,
The ocean makes its darkness bloom.

15/07/2025

Freedom, Unbroken
by: J.L.

Freedom is not just the breath we take,
But the fire we hold when our hearts awake.
A whisper in chains, a cry in the dark,
A candle that burns from a single spark.

It lives not only in lands declared,
But in silent prayers and truths once dared.
It’s the march of feet on shattered stone,
The voice that rises when all feel alone.

It is the tear of a mother who waits,
For sons who broke through iron gates.
It’s the ink that bled on sacred lines,
The dreamers who stood against the times.

Freedom wears scars, not polished gold,
It’s bruised, it’s weary, but brave and bold.
It’s the song sung low in fields of pain,
Still echoing loud through wind and rain.

It’s found in a protestor’s steady hands,
In lovers who cross forbidden lands.
It’s every “no” that led to a “yes,”
The strength to rise when the world says less.

It is not given, it must be claimed,
By hearts unbowed and souls unnamed.
It’s not a gift that power bestows,
But the will to stand when the silence grows.

So guard it well, this breath, this flame,
For once it’s gone, it won’t come the same.
Let it live in your words, in your every stride,
Not just as a right, but a reason for pride.

And when history calls, may we always be
Not just the free,
But the ones who made others free.

14/07/2025

14/07/2025

What the Storm Couldn’t Take
by: J.L.

I walk with shadows clinging to my feet,
Each step unsure, each breath a feat.
The sky forgets to shine some days,
Just heavy clouds, and no clear ways.

My hands are tired from holding on
To dreams that flicker, nearly gone.
I’ve built with pieces torn and frayed,
A future shaped by dues I’ve paid.

There are nights I beg the stars to speak,
To tell me why the world feels weak.
Why love can leave without a sound,
And hopes can sink, yet still be found.

The roads are crooked, lined with doubt,
And maps are never handed out.
I falter more than I confess,
And smile to hide the brokenness.

But still, somehow, I rise again,
I learn to dance beneath the rain.
The storm may steal my lullabies,
But not the fire in my eyes.

Some days I am a whispered prayer,
A half-lit room, a vacant stare.
But even then, a spark remains
That hums like music in my veins.

I don’t know where this ends, or when.
If I’ll be whole, or lost again.
But I will fight, both scar and soul,
To write my name on something whole.

So if you see me walking slow,
Just know this: I still choose to go.
The path is cruel, the nights are long,
But I am here. And I am strong.

And what the storm tried hard to break,
Is what the storm,
couldn’t take.

13/07/2025

The Treasure Within
by: J.L.

We chase the gold that fades with time,
The crowns that rust, the heights that climb.
We wear the world like borrowed skin,
Yet miss the light that dwells within.

We court applause, we crave the praise,
We build our lives in fleeting haze.
But hearts are gardens, minds are seas,
The truest wealth grows silently.

What good are jewels that blind the soul,
If kindness dies to make us whole?
What joy in fame if love decays,
Or truth is lost in shallow praise?

Let us not kneel to marble thrones,
Nor worship glass and glittered stones.
Let us be rich in softer things,
Like honest words and listening.

Let us love not what eyes behold,
But what survives when youth grows old.
The quiet thoughts, the silent cries,
The dreams that live behind the eyes.

Let us be seekers of the deep,
Where broken hearts still dare to speak.
Where gentleness is not a flaw,
And empathy is sacred law.

We are not made for dust and gold,
But for the stories left untold.
For whispered truths and soul’s embrace,
The beauty time cannot erase.

So turn from noise, from pride and glare,
And meet the ones who truly care.
Be lovers of the depth unseen,
The heart, the hope, the soul, the dream.

13/07/2025

The Hands That Held the World
by: J.L.

She never asked the world for much,
Just time enough to mend a shirt.
To wipe a tear, to calm a storm,
To kiss away a child’s hurt.

Her name was never lit in lights,
No medals hung above her bed.
But kingdoms bent upon her voice,
She ruled with lullabies instead.

I never saw her cry at night,
Though bills were stacked, and sleep was thin.
She’d smile and say, “It’s just a phase,”
Then turn and hide the war within.

Her hands were maps of every year,
The scrapes she cleaned, the meals she made.
Each wrinkle carved by silent prayers,
Each scar a price she gently paid.

She taught me love without a word,
In folding socks, in steady rain.
In staying when the world walked out,
In holding on through every pain.

And now her voice is soft and low,
The house too still, the rooms too wide.
Her hair is silver like the moon,
But oh, her heart still bursts with pride.

I wish I knew when I was young,
That all her dreams she gave away.
To build me wings she’d never wear,
To make me strong enough to stay.

So if you pass her on the street,
That quiet woman, worn and kind.
Know you have crossed the path of one,
Who shaped the stars and left them shining behind.

13/07/2025

Still, I Stay
by: J.L.

I loved you when your hands were kind,
When laughter lived behind your eyes.
But also when the storms arrived,
I stayed through every shattered sky.

I held you close when you were whole,
And closer still when you were breaking.
When silence choked the space between,
I heard the words your heart was faking.

I watched you lose the light you had,
Like autumn leaves from summer trees.
But even bare, your soul was art,
A masterpiece no one else sees.

You pushed me hard, I didn’t leave.
You built your walls, I built a door.
When all the world gave up on you,
I only loved you more and more.

They said, “You’re foolish. Walk away.”
They said, “You’re bleeding for a ghost.”
But they don’t know the quiet truth,
We love the ones who need it most.

Unconditional, it means just that,
No if, no when, no fade, no end.
It means I’d break and bend and burn
To be your lover, not just friend.

It means I see the scars you hide
And kiss them like they’re holy skin.
It means that even if you fall,
I’ll stay, and build you back again.

You don’t have to earn my love.
You don’t have to prove you’re right.
You just have to breathe, and I,
Will hold your name inside my light.

And if one day you walk away,
With tearless eyes and silent shoes,
Know this: I gave my every breath,
And never asked for yours to choose.

But still I stay. Through dark and flame,
Through years that steal, and words that stray,
Not for the dream of being loved,
But simply,
for the chance to love
that way.

12/07/2025

Bring Me Back to Life
by: J.L.

There was a time you said my name
like it was made of light,
like it held a thousand summers
in the space of one soft night.

And I, a man with haunted hands,
had never touched such grace.
You turned my silence into songs,
my shadow into a face.

But I was reckless with the miracle,
and blind to what was real.
I held your heart with careless hands
and taught it how to feel,
then left it shivering in the wind
when mine forgot to stay.
And now I beg the ghost of you
to come and look my way.

They say love dies, but mine has not.
It lingers like a flame
that burns in rooms you’ve left behind
still whispering your name.

If I could bleed a thousand truths
onto this empty page,
I’d write how every moment hurts
since I let go of your gaze.

I walk through days that wear your scent,
and sleep in broken time,
where dreams replay your laughter
like a half-remembered rhyme.

And oh, if tears could carry weight,
I’d build a bridge from here
to wherever you are hiding now,
just to pull you near.

I’m not the man I used to be,
not perfect, never was,
but I would trade what’s left of breath
to be forgiven, just because
you were the only home I knew
before I set it fire.
And now I live with ashes
where I used to feel desire.

So if you ever think of me
with something less than pain,
know I still hold a candle
for your soul, in pouring rain.

And if your heart still hears my voice
somewhere beneath the strife,
please whisper back my name, my love,
and bring me back to life.