jamie-rose-lewis - Hello Poetry

I can offer nothing more Than this silence No soft touch on your cheek Zero reassuring words All I have is an ache A tearing hole in the fabric of space An abandoned spacestation Where nothing tastes Colors are dulled No oxygen tanks (JL)

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Jun 24, 2017

Jun 24, 2017 at 1:46 PM UTC

jamie-rose-lewis

Matter Absence

I can offer nothing more Than this silence No soft touch on your cheek Zero reassuring words All I have is an ache A tearing hole in the fabric of space An abandoned spacestation Where nothing tastes Colors are dulled No oxygen tanks (JL)

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I recall that time I was Cinderella ........... Tired and dirt crusted Hands bleeding nails torn Dresses Ruined The mice scurrying about The birds waking me up Driving pumpkins to hidden castles Dancing with a prince Totally beats that moment I found myself beneath the ocean Legs for fins forgetting to breathe Voiceless in the world of the deaf Those were the days I'd much rather have been Sleeping in strange men's beds Eating apples with little regard To who may have cursed them So that now I'm not sure Whether I'm still asleep Or if the spindle scar I carry is real I swear I remember my Bear Mother wrapping it In the library of a beastly man She was telling me to stay strong Reminding me I was a prisoner But that Beast wore me down With his shedding charm Patiently standing in line Behind the boy with a flying carpet And one holding a shoe of glass Why are they all soo thirsty? Why didn't anyone bring a ladder? Can't they see I'm a prisoner in this high High Tower Instead they bring golden shears And tiny cuffs disguised as rings But no wizards No shoes with wings All I got is this winter heart That I can't let go And a silk dress I do have that...... (JL)

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May 15, 2017

May 15, 2017 at 3:47 PM UTC

jamie-rose-lewis

Glass Slippers

I recall that time I was Cinderella ........... Tired and dirt crusted Hands bleeding nails torn Dresses Ruined The mice scurrying about The birds waking me up Driving pumpkins to hidden castles Dancing with a prince Totally beats that moment I found myself beneath the ocean Legs for fins forgetting to breathe Voiceless in the world of the deaf Those were the days I'd much rather have been Sleeping in strange men's beds Eating apples with little regard To who may have cursed them So that now I'm not sure Whether I'm still asleep Or if the spindle scar I carry is real I swear I remember my Bear Mother wrapping it In the library of a beastly man She was telling me to stay strong Reminding me I was a prisoner But that Beast wore me down With his shedding charm Patiently standing in line Behind the boy with a flying carpet And one holding a shoe of glass Why are they all soo thirsty? Why didn't anyone bring a ladder? Can't they see I'm a prisoner in this high High Tower Instead they bring golden shears And tiny cuffs disguised as rings But no wizards No shoes with wings All I got is this winter heart That I can't let go And a silk dress I do have that...... (JL)

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Some times With a random amount of time to **** I will hold it tender In my pocket And cruise Target Sometimes it's K-Mart Except that those places Are rapidly disappearing Like rainforests or wolves The circle of life Priced according to the neighborhood It wants to attract Honey to flies Flies pumping out popular hits Over almost too quiet speakers Just loud enough to down out The mark up prices Of Dollar Store quality footwear I walk the aisles Lined in fruity colors Soft textures Containers to contain all the things That made you feel better For a moment I ****** the 89$ sheets Disappointed Of coarse That I do not want them That I do not need them In fact I roam this florescent lit sheet metal deathhouse (In tornado season, of coarse) With the distinct point That I do not Need any thing Lined up on shelves Displayed in temporary box displays Except..... I should get some T.P. And cat litter.... Cause really, Everyone does **** (JL)

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May 15, 2017

May 15, 2017 at 3:46 PM UTC

jamie-rose-lewis

terrifying bags of plastic in every bush

Some times With a random amount of time to **** I will hold it tender In my pocket And cruise Target Sometimes it's K-Mart Except that those places Are rapidly disappearing Like rainforests or wolves The circle of life Priced according to the neighborhood It wants to attract Honey to flies Flies pumping out popular hits Over almost too quiet speakers Just loud enough to down out The mark up prices Of Dollar Store quality footwear I walk the aisles Lined in fruity colors Soft textures Containers to contain all the things That made you feel better For a moment I ****** the 89$ sheets Disappointed Of coarse That I do not want them That I do not need them In fact I roam this florescent lit sheet metal deathhouse (In tornado season, of coarse) With the distinct point That I do not Need any thing Lined up on shelves Displayed in temporary box displays Except..... I should get some T.P. And cat litter.... Cause really, Everyone does **** (JL)

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Let us all hold hands and bow our heads Although Grace surely is not Soo easily held Sliding slowly off aristocratic heads Entertaining At it's flattest moment At it's least And this rain is never-ending And just like that book I am repeatedly falling At all costs avoiding the 101 The dammed 101 It does not rain in Phoenix Ancient bird rising Quenching its own thirst With our desperate praying tears Hands held and raised pleading For a moments moisture Watching our pages dry and wither Into forgotten parchment colored sand Funny How this grey has held onto my heart And now I would rather not see a drop of rain For a long time (JL)

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May 15, 2017

May 15, 2017 at 3:45 PM UTC

jamie-rose-lewis

rEWRITE

Let us all hold hands and bow our heads Although Grace surely is not Soo easily held Sliding slowly off aristocratic heads Entertaining At it's flattest moment At it's least And this rain is never-ending And just like that book I am repeatedly falling At all costs avoiding the 101 The dammed 101 It does not rain in Phoenix Ancient bird rising Quenching its own thirst With our desperate praying tears Hands held and raised pleading For a moments moisture Watching our pages dry and wither Into forgotten parchment colored sand Funny How this grey has held onto my heart And now I would rather not see a drop of rain For a long time (JL)

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I wait Swaying with the long grass Humming low Whispering the bear songs I wait Palms open to the the evening breeze Legs tense in suspense Eyes closed I wait ................All the time I bent for you ................ All the time I spent changing for you ..................All the moments I kept myself in check for you I have nothing left to give Now I wait I wait For the Moon His gentle touch on my soul I wait For the Moon To rise and ask nothing of me but what I am I wait For the Moon In this long dusk into twilight Breathing in the dark As I set (JL)

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May 15, 2017

May 15, 2017 at 3:31 PM UTC

jamie-rose-lewis

His Glow

I wait Swaying with the long grass Humming low Whispering the bear songs I wait Palms open to the the evening breeze Legs tense in suspense Eyes closed I wait ................All the time I bent for you ................ All the time I spent changing for you ..................All the moments I kept myself in check for you I have nothing left to give Now I wait I wait For the Moon His gentle touch on my soul I wait For the Moon To rise and ask nothing of me but what I am I wait For the Moon In this long dusk into twilight Breathing in the dark As I set (JL)

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I used to dress like John Wayne Minus the vest Of coarse But then again So did everybody I worked and lived with Somehow I'd acquired I little pink Appaloosa And into the sunsets we rode Searching For El Dorado (JL)

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May 15, 2017

May 15, 2017 at 3:29 PM UTC

jamie-rose-lewis

John Wayne's Teeth

I used to dress like John Wayne Minus the vest Of coarse But then again So did everybody I worked and lived with Somehow I'd acquired I little pink Appaloosa And into the sunsets we rode Searching For El Dorado (JL)

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I can perfectly recall The slight green tint To your storm blue eyes There were these perfect Sun enriched creases That spread like rays From the corners of them Watching me with intensity Rising heat even in the cold Closing my own I can still inhale How you smelled Sweat and horses Old leather Sometimes all your scents Combined with mine And I would catch my breath Gasp with surprise That no one else noticed You would touch my cheek softly Despite The telling work worn creases on the backs of your hands flecked with soft white Barbed wire scars Nails regrown after hammer altercations Stubborn ball-hitches Renegade gates Turned to suede Lifting my face to yours The velvet caress Of your high desert lips I can feel your stubbled chin still Brush roughly across my shoulder Shockingly coarse Leaving the skin tender Whiskerburnt You would drive With soo much weighing On your mind In your heart And in my youth fullness I would watch you Worship you Write love songs and poems That I folded into origami horses Saddles braided into reins All this time I remember you Except.................. I cannot recall More than the whisper Of falling clothing Our own muted sounds And the dust set alight In those summer scorched buildings Did you say something Did I My voice file for you is incomplete And soo far away from that moment Here I'm still writing Poems Only The creases are mine now Folded still No longer horses But instead Into the shapes of our mountains (JL)

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May 15, 2017

May 15, 2017 at 3:27 PM UTC

jamie-rose-lewis

Creased and Folded Paper

I can perfectly recall The slight green tint To your storm blue eyes There were these perfect Sun enriched creases That spread like rays From the corners of them Watching me with intensity Rising heat even in the cold Closing my own I can still inhale How you smelled Sweat and horses Old leather Sometimes all your scents Combined with mine And I would catch my breath Gasp with surprise That no one else noticed You would touch my cheek softly Despite The telling work worn creases on the backs of your hands flecked with soft white Barbed wire scars Nails regrown after hammer altercations Stubborn ball-hitches Renegade gates Turned to suede Lifting my face to yours The velvet caress Of your high desert lips I can feel your stubbled chin still Brush roughly across my shoulder Shockingly coarse Leaving the skin tender Whiskerburnt You would drive With soo much weighing On your mind In your heart And in my youth fullness I would watch you Worship you Write love songs and poems That I folded into origami horses Saddles braided into reins All this time I remember you Except.................. I cannot recall More than the whisper Of falling clothing Our own muted sounds And the dust set alight In those summer scorched buildings Did you say something Did I My voice file for you is incomplete And soo far away from that moment Here I'm still writing Poems Only The creases are mine now Folded still No longer horses But instead Into the shapes of our mountains (JL)

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Every time I hear Leonard Nimoys' voice I think to myself Dammn That guy **** He was the Man! Acting his way into a life's role Intellectual Empathic ******* hard It brings up Why Do I think ******** are hard?! Oh wait No It really brings up Why Can I see this Man with little More Than a cinema bio And his makedup ears Giving me emotional comfort His voice offering insight Without ever attending brunch Together (JL)

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May 15, 2017

May 15, 2017 at 3:26 PM UTC

jamie-rose-lewis

Fremulon

Every time I hear Leonard Nimoys' voice I think to myself Dammn That guy **** He was the Man! Acting his way into a life's role Intellectual Empathic ******* hard It brings up Why Do I think ******** are hard?! Oh wait No It really brings up Why Can I see this Man with little More Than a cinema bio And his makedup ears Giving me emotional comfort His voice offering insight Without ever attending brunch Together (JL)

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always a reflection a sorrel mare with one white sock a stock color to produce whatever you would want this is where i have been eternity trapped in this..... mask? i wear no mask! i was not burned in acid, or something..... only stuck being the kind of girl you would take home to Mom after a week of fun my always open arms embracing the human flaw the Greek hero who drowned reaching for himself..... .....me...... it's not conceit anyone who has looked has seen a reflection of themselves their wants their dreams not a carbon copy only this reflection imperfectly perfectly what every man wants is it any wonder i always wanted to be a Grulla instead......... (JL)

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May 15, 2017

May 15, 2017 at 3:25 PM UTC

jamie-rose-lewis

perfection (with a capital esssss)

always a reflection a sorrel mare with one white sock a stock color to produce whatever you would want this is where i have been eternity trapped in this..... mask? i wear no mask! i was not burned in acid, or something..... only stuck being the kind of girl you would take home to Mom after a week of fun my always open arms embracing the human flaw the Greek hero who drowned reaching for himself..... .....me...... it's not conceit anyone who has looked has seen a reflection of themselves their wants their dreams not a carbon copy only this reflection imperfectly perfectly what every man wants is it any wonder i always wanted to be a Grulla instead......... (JL)

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I was nothing more Two eyes and two ears With two hearts Out of mind All the while gazing Always through the fire All the fires Others fires Mirroring each flick and fleck Over and over The same fire All the while Denying The heat burning my toes Ignoring The flames skrimshawing In the soot of my soul Two hands dipped in paint Stringing sentences around my neck Two legs limp Burned and bleached Logs of what the fire ate up Nothing more But smoke Dancing through the leaves Of books I had wrote Meant to write Watched be written None of them mine Too long I had gazed Endlessly into the flames Throwing paper into the fire That has burned me up Blackened stumps dot The leather Cover of my skin Italics in bold sans script Read Two eyes and two ears Two hands Two legs heart mind Pencil Paper Battery Steel wool .......... Grinning still Nothing more (JL)

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Feb 12, 2016

Feb 12, 2016 at 10:27 AM UTC

jamie-rose-lewis

She Gazes Through The Flames

I was nothing more Two eyes and two ears With two hearts Out of mind All the while gazing Always through the fire All the fires Others fires Mirroring each flick and fleck Over and over The same fire All the while Denying The heat burning my toes Ignoring The flames skrimshawing In the soot of my soul Two hands dipped in paint Stringing sentences around my neck Two legs limp Burned and bleached Logs of what the fire ate up Nothing more But smoke Dancing through the leaves Of books I had wrote Meant to write Watched be written None of them mine Too long I had gazed Endlessly into the flames Throwing paper into the fire That has burned me up Blackened stumps dot The leather Cover of my skin Italics in bold sans script Read Two eyes and two ears Two hands Two legs heart mind Pencil Paper Battery Steel wool .......... Grinning still Nothing more (JL)

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