JessicaNstull - Hello Poetry

I’ve thought a little you see And In no way am I scared of thee I’m ready to be redefined and redefine what everything could be I feel a dragon burning from my depths Warming my soul for the ice ahead Preparing this shell to be no longer a home Like a catipilar from a cocoon I will fly like a butterfly But with a rage of this dragon No home with or without Yet stronger and mightier than a stout A brewery of blood and wise To help see through all who disguise © Jessica Stull

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Feb 10, 2019

Feb 10, 2019 at 7:59 PM UTC

What’s next

I’ve thought a little you see And In no way am I scared of thee I’m ready to be redefined and redefine what everything could be I feel a dragon burning from my depths Warming my soul for the ice ahead Preparing this shell to be no longer a home Like a catipilar from a cocoon I will fly like a butterfly But with a rage of this dragon No home with or without Yet stronger and mightier than a stout A brewery of blood and wise To help see through all who disguise © Jessica Stull

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Yeah I’m a bit insane A bit off line Walking a line Trying to keep steady and feet heavy But **** you make it hard to understand I’m not choosing So if you make me, then you’ll lose Not some **** “duck,duck, goose” Is it too much to ask or to beg? Actually I got another better way to say I’ll work and I’ll fight for everything I want and can’t have To not live, to aim, to please I will aim to cease Any name whom shall try to cut me Go ahead, take a blow at me See my feet still heavy? No, actually I love me Just like you You look in the mirror who else you gonna run to Too many demons you gravitate to? Okay now jump the tracks, I want my life back. “F***k” you, where the love at? ©Jessica Stull

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Jan 20, 2019

Jan 20, 2019 at 9:15 PM UTC

Selfish is the Name

Yeah I’m a bit insane A bit off line Walking a line Trying to keep steady and feet heavy But **** you make it hard to understand I’m not choosing So if you make me, then you’ll lose Not some **** “duck,duck, goose” Is it too much to ask or to beg? Actually I got another better way to say I’ll work and I’ll fight for everything I want and can’t have To not live, to aim, to please I will aim to cease Any name whom shall try to cut me Go ahead, take a blow at me See my feet still heavy? No, actually I love me Just like you You look in the mirror who else you gonna run to Too many demons you gravitate to? Okay now jump the tracks, I want my life back. “F***k” you, where the love at? ©Jessica Stull

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How many times will this wheel spin Create the weave alike to cave in You shoulda known I’d be filled out, made to be put out, sought out I shoulda known to practice a reserved attitude Reckless in approach And at this point I’m playing with the fire It’s dying like a roach Through with this burning **** When you ain’t even worth a spit I gotta call it quits I don’t take or put up fits I just do it for the kicks Kick in the ice and freeze © Jessica Stull

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Jan 20, 2019

Jan 20, 2019 at 12:29 PM UTC

Not gonna burn

How many times will this wheel spin Create the weave alike to cave in You shoulda known I’d be filled out, made to be put out, sought out I shoulda known to practice a reserved attitude Reckless in approach And at this point I’m playing with the fire It’s dying like a roach Through with this burning **** When you ain’t even worth a spit I gotta call it quits I don’t take or put up fits I just do it for the kicks Kick in the ice and freeze © Jessica Stull

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What are words if not to tell the lengths of emotions To reach far from the horizons of dried tears Swim past the seas of breaking hearts so to speak You’ll soon forget that life is like a tree, a leaf You grow around your wounds, not like a dog Who licks and cry’s, eyes set to seek out pity Far from pride, is where we hide, we stand tall With roots planted firmly below What is words, to speak, to harm, to love, to understand Words of a tree that give life without cause to end This is what I seek to adhere to in the end © Jessica Stull

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Jan 16, 2019

Jan 16, 2019 at 11:20 PM UTC

Words

What are words if not to tell the lengths of emotions To reach far from the horizons of dried tears Swim past the seas of breaking hearts so to speak You’ll soon forget that life is like a tree, a leaf You grow around your wounds, not like a dog Who licks and cry’s, eyes set to seek out pity Far from pride, is where we hide, we stand tall With roots planted firmly below What is words, to speak, to harm, to love, to understand Words of a tree that give life without cause to end This is what I seek to adhere to in the end © Jessica Stull

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Someone who you dared to find Plays upon words like gravity to a feather Ease up in the moment for she be tethered Each and every word more devious than the last Creature feature, double danger, double-dealing Hideous unlike any other, but rather only in the way this conscience sounds his soul SPEECH Will only, one’s own creativity shine It’s strength towers over, in length of time Let’s pretend that you really are fine Luscious treats then await you, the future shines to sate you ©Jessica Stull

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Dec 21, 2018

Dec 21, 2018 at 2:47 AM UTC

To Ramble Would be my Plight

Someone who you dared to find Plays upon words like gravity to a feather Ease up in the moment for she be tethered Each and every word more devious than the last Creature feature, double danger, double-dealing Hideous unlike any other, but rather only in the way this conscience sounds his soul SPEECH Will only, one’s own creativity shine It’s strength towers over, in length of time Let’s pretend that you really are fine Luscious treats then await you, the future shines to sate you ©Jessica Stull

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Fire, ice, spit, crackle, break into slice Crimson, spirited scented perfumes Aching fury, lonesome soul Thou shalt know the torment raging below Redolent though, the remindful memories we hold ©Jessica Stull

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Dec 20, 2018

Dec 20, 2018 at 6:32 PM UTC

Ashes but a Miracle

Fire, ice, spit, crackle, break into slice Crimson, spirited scented perfumes Aching fury, lonesome soul Thou shalt know the torment raging below Redolent though, the remindful memories we hold ©Jessica Stull

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Poetry is like my diary I can tell her anything and everything I can scream from my soul In aching longing Intense rage Or sadness beyond measure Perhaps it’s TMI But I tell her my secrets I tell her how you taste in my mouth How you took the time to figure me out How I love the feel of our own rhythm of life Indeed no one else understands but who cares My poetry, my diary, my life It’s messy as hell

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Dec 14, 2018

Dec 14, 2018 at 7:30 PM UTC

Like my Diary

Poetry is like my diary I can tell her anything and everything I can scream from my soul In aching longing Intense rage Or sadness beyond measure Perhaps it’s TMI But I tell her my secrets I tell her how you taste in my mouth How you took the time to figure me out How I love the feel of our own rhythm of life Indeed no one else understands but who cares My poetry, my diary, my life It’s messy as hell

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Weakness of the heart Weakness of the mind,body,and soul You’ve experienced all these things Growing from this isn’t always so easy But you’re learning to be stronger in your fight for sanity “If there even really is such a thing” Because it’s the things you let get you down, that’ll break you Let them make you The things that set you apart They more so bring you together I know you’ve had too many bad days to count But starting now I’m cursing them all out To allow yourself to be destroyed by your own mind is the weakest fall and the worst lie You are strong, and you are beautiful You have such blessed days that mean far more than the days you may fall Not every day will be a win But you’ll never lose again ©Jessica Stull

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Dec 14, 2018

Dec 14, 2018 at 2:01 AM UTC

Dear Inner-self

Weakness of the heart Weakness of the mind,body,and soul You’ve experienced all these things Growing from this isn’t always so easy But you’re learning to be stronger in your fight for sanity “If there even really is such a thing” Because it’s the things you let get you down, that’ll break you Let them make you The things that set you apart They more so bring you together I know you’ve had too many bad days to count But starting now I’m cursing them all out To allow yourself to be destroyed by your own mind is the weakest fall and the worst lie You are strong, and you are beautiful You have such blessed days that mean far more than the days you may fall Not every day will be a win But you’ll never lose again ©Jessica Stull

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It’s okay, I’ve closed the door It’s okay, we don’t talk anymore It’s fine, I’ve already walked down the line It’s fine, the days grow warmer in my mind I’m stronger living through it rather than wishing for it I can’t always forgive nor can I forget, I’m not some stringed up puppet, I’ve been turned into the neglected pet So weak I crumbled at your feet and wept from your deceit But I’ve been saved and I’ve been freed; no longer do these chains bind me It’s life, the way of it, the shape of it, the pain, and the pleasure of it Calling out my name doesn’t mean I’ll come back running to you all the same The leash I used to wear so proudly for you, has finally rotten in the decaying love I have for you I’ve just learned to let go of you in the only way I know how to I live beautifully through Running and jumping freeing my heart like dandinions in the wind I’m in love with this life that’s tragic, beautiful, and insane. But perhaps the most amazing part is that I’ve finally found love for myself, through all my art And I’m so happy to be living in this unexplainable and unpredictable world I smile through my tears because I finally know I really do have friends here And finally I truly realize that it’s me That’s the key! You have to love yourself before you can love and find love in this crazy world ©Jessica Stull

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Dec 14, 2018

Dec 14, 2018 at 1:46 AM UTC

Hurt will pass

It’s okay, I’ve closed the door It’s okay, we don’t talk anymore It’s fine, I’ve already walked down the line It’s fine, the days grow warmer in my mind I’m stronger living through it rather than wishing for it I can’t always forgive nor can I forget, I’m not some stringed up puppet, I’ve been turned into the neglected pet So weak I crumbled at your feet and wept from your deceit But I’ve been saved and I’ve been freed; no longer do these chains bind me It’s life, the way of it, the shape of it, the pain, and the pleasure of it Calling out my name doesn’t mean I’ll come back running to you all the same The leash I used to wear so proudly for you, has finally rotten in the decaying love I have for you I’ve just learned to let go of you in the only way I know how to I live beautifully through Running and jumping freeing my heart like dandinions in the wind I’m in love with this life that’s tragic, beautiful, and insane. But perhaps the most amazing part is that I’ve finally found love for myself, through all my art And I’m so happy to be living in this unexplainable and unpredictable world I smile through my tears because I finally know I really do have friends here And finally I truly realize that it’s me That’s the key! You have to love yourself before you can love and find love in this crazy world ©Jessica Stull

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It’s funny how we cave away, rot, and decay But the beauty that stands, is held in the other hand We love to hate what we create or we fall in our own grave We try to be wise and not give into disguise However sly ones with a grin can trick you from within Never do we have the right plan for escape or a veil of protection, like a cape But we do learn from our mistake The beauty of this play Is it’s actually more like a game It’s your choice if you’d like to play or stay away In the end we all cave away, rot, and decay But the beauty that stands is played by the hidden hand, this game can end No more “play-pretend” ©Jessica Stull

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Dec 14, 2018

Dec 14, 2018 at 1:41 AM UTC

Rot

It’s funny how we cave away, rot, and decay But the beauty that stands, is held in the other hand We love to hate what we create or we fall in our own grave We try to be wise and not give into disguise However sly ones with a grin can trick you from within Never do we have the right plan for escape or a veil of protection, like a cape But we do learn from our mistake The beauty of this play Is it’s actually more like a game It’s your choice if you’d like to play or stay away In the end we all cave away, rot, and decay But the beauty that stands is played by the hidden hand, this game can end No more “play-pretend” ©Jessica Stull

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