Posted in Poetry, tagged Jesse, Poetry on February 21, 2008 | 1 Comment »
It doesn’t bother me…
anymore.
though you used to be my only audience,
others have found comfort in my words
I reread them
reidentify feelings
I hate…
death,
loss,
bitterness,
humiliation,
suicide…
you can keep reading…
I know when you have been here
the words change
when I am forced to imagine them
through your eyes.
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Posted in Poetry, tagged Jesse on February 1, 2008 | No Comments »
you are not beautiful
to me anymore
your bones no longer make mine
yearn to show
I see awkwardness
not confidence
in your eyes
and your body
looks incomplete
without his next to you
your words do not intimidate me
no longer inspiring
able to push
with bully like tendencies
to face my fears
[...]
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Posted in Poetry, Starts, tagged Jesse, Poetry, Starts, truth on October 16, 2007 | No Comments »
(December 2006)
I can’t imagine
my reflection through your eyes
before you could see me through my own.
The pictures he painted for you
stories you were told–
of my most vulnerable mindset
my weakest moments laid before you
to take what you will
without my knowing.
I can’t imagine
how you felt for those years
that I was by his side–
your replacement
as it would seem
in a [...]
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Posted in Poetry, tagged Anger, Jesse, Poetry on October 2, 2007 | No Comments »
I am action wanting reaction
leaky fingertips craving attention
airing skeletons living amongst the dresses in my closet
still waiting for someone else’s love to validate me
I am becoming resentment dominating forgiveness
I have scars on my heart
to match self-inflicted scars on my legs
I want to tell my third
and ignore passive pride
to point fingers where blame is wanted
and clear [...]
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Posted in Poetry, tagged Jesse, Poetry on September 18, 2007 | No Comments »
There is a girl
she is beautiful
and in love with a man
I once loved more than life itself.
She has felt pain
which I have caused
both unknowingly
and irresponsibly
but never heartlessly–
and I have felt pain
which she has caused
though I will never give her enough of my strength
to think that this
beautiful
kind
emotional girl
who I have never met
could cause me anything but [...]
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Posted in Poetry, tagged Jesse, Poetry, Rape on September 10, 2007 | No Comments »
She has been to a place
I’ve only to read about.
She has felt a touch
I hope never to feel.
She has seen in her dreams
a nightmare unknown to me.
So far from my day to day
yet to her all too real.
More like strangers than friends
yet connected so deeply.
She entered my life
and she helped me to deal.
Never wanting her [...]
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Posted in Poetry, tagged cutting, Jesse, Poetry, Tears on September 10, 2007 | No Comments »
No tears…
No tears will leave my eyes,
not one drop escaping;
the salty liquid will not touch my cheeks,
no sign of sorrow will show in my gaze.
No longer will I cry for him…
I am done.
Nervous
You make me nervous
like when he made me nervous.
I feel the same butterflies
fluttering inside
but for such different reasons.
No bruises mark my arms
showing the [...]
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Posted in Poetry, tagged cutting, Drugs, Jesse, Poetry on July 26, 2007 | No Comments »
It happened again.
I did it– lacked control
the keys beneath my fingers
like the broken mirror striking my flesh
is there really a difference
when it comes to hurting yourself
my fingers trembling
anxious with words–
suppressed sentiments
false strength through avoidance
I missed her.
I hate it
Drunk off her words for the first time in months
semi satisfied
like a junkie with fresh veins
spinning in disappointment
this [...]
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