jenna-johnston
American
My first poem was written in 5th grade which was, much to my horror sometimes, over a decade ago. I've been writing poetry on and off since then. Most of the time, though, I surf the internet and write down quotes that speak to me or interest me in some way, giving credit to the original, of course. Some of my favorites are: / / "A good library will never be too neat, or too dusty, because someone will always be in it, taking books off the shelves and staying up late reading them." -Lemony Snicket / / "Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes they win." -Stephen King / / "The only way to find true happiness is to risk being completely cut open." -Chuck Palahniuk / / I could go on and on....and on....and on, but I'll stop there for now. Now go forth, read a poem, read a book, hell, read a street sign if you need to start small, just go forth and read. / And then come back and let me know your favorite quote. I'm always on the hunt for more!
My heart is like a paperclip
Flexible but tough
It will bend and hold its shape
But play with it too much
And it will break
Blood pumps
Pumps...
Pumps...
And stops
Love...and paperclip hearts
Jun 18, 2013
Jun 18, 2013 at 10:24 PM UTC
This poem was written after watching a few hours of slam poetry on Youtube. Let me know what you think...it's my first shot at slam poetry.
There are so many words flowing around out there about the big girls. The thick girls, the curvy girls, the p-h-a-t phat girls. About their plush and soft exteriors, their abundant backsides, their willingness to accept themselves and their hopefulness that others will do the same. Their….thereness.
They are beautiful, don’t get me wrong.
They are beautiful.
But what about the skinny girls?
The small girls with petite builds and large hearts and an aversion to the word short. The size two and under girls, the drive thru can’t gain a pound girls, the I AM NOT ANNOREXIC OR BULLEMIC girls.
The girls who will always be referred to as “pixie-like” or “waif-like” or “twig-like.” The perfect model body girls that all of the other girls hate…because of their lack of fat.
Aren’t they beautiful?
The girls with the size 32 bust line, the girls who, at 24, still shop in the junior sections of department stores. The girls who, regardless of their age, their strengths and weaknesses, their experiences, heartaches and joys, disappointments and triumphs, their want or need for life and love will always look like they missed a meal or gave it back purposefully with the intent of becoming even thinner. The girls who, no matter how ******* HARD they try, cannot even weigh 100 lbs soaking ******* wet.
Aren’t they beautiful?
The big girls have to search and search for cute and **** and attractive clothes because of their size. Guess what? So do the skinny girls. Do you know ******* hard it is to find a pair of pants with a size zero waist and a 34 inch leg? To finally find an extra small shirt that doesn’t have one of the top three cartoon characters of the time plastered across the front?
All I’m saying is yes, the thick girls, the curvy girls, the p-h-a-t phat girls…
They are beautiful.
But ****** so am I.
Dec 13, 2011
Dec 13, 2011 at 11:58 PM UTC
Death
Is here
For you
Tonight
Stay
Awake
Or you
Will die
Come
To me
My child
Of night
Love
The moon
And die
Nov 11, 2011
Nov 11, 2011 at 10:00 PM UTC
You aren’t there
In memories
My memories of love
I’m happy
Moments of memories
Memories of happiness
With a ghost
Feeling nothing
No bad memories
Just ghosts
Nov 11, 2011
Nov 11, 2011 at 1:41 AM UTC
Waiting…
Waiting…
Waiting…
How could you?
Trust is lost
Faith is lost
I stayed
Ended for us
Not by us
Best decision I couldn’t make
Nov 11, 2011
Nov 11, 2011 at 1:39 AM UTC
Summer afternoons
Simple joy of holding hands
Alone under a tree
Only you
Surprise first kiss
Watching you trip out of my house
I laughed
Falling quickly in love
And hitting hard…
Harder than anyone deserves
Nov 11, 2011
Nov 11, 2011 at 1:38 AM UTC
Lightning strikes through the darkening haze
Piercing shadows with its bright blaze
Thunder rumbles like a sad moan
Sounding sad because it’s all alone
A tree falls in the distance somewhere
You jump, just a little, you weren’t expecting the scare
Lightning strikes, once, twice, three times
You hear fire crackle in the distance
A kid with a bag of dimes
Leaves rustle beside you, you see eyes, that’s not good
Your instinct says to run, you’re not crazy, everybody’s would
Your mind says to run, flee, get away!
But you don’t move a muscle, you just stay
Lightning strikes again, you then see the masked face
You breathe a sigh of relief, and regain your pace
Your movements scare you little friend
He runs into the trees
You lock eyes with another, she also turns and flees
Many things are seen and heard, on a late night walk alone
Listen and learn about the things that surround you
Just another surprise going home
Nov 8, 2011
Nov 8, 2011 at 8:50 PM UTC
Bright red blood turns into crimson,
As the darkness of death falls.
The undeads work is about to begin,
Then you hear their mournful calls.
“Come to me,” it seems their saying,
But you know you can’t give in.
You know you must keep on delaying,
If you don’t want to end up in sin.
Nov 8, 2011
Nov 8, 2011 at 8:49 PM UTC
Have you ever, been face to face, with a great beast?
Tigers are one of the greatest, not one of the least.
Tigers are majestic things, fighters that they are.
They don’t have wings, they cannot fly, but you’re not that far.
They are creatures of great strength, you must’ve noticed that.
They’re beautiful, smart, and a soulful thing, not just a big cat.
They are good jumpers and great fighters, that I know too well.
They have teeth as sharp as knives and eyes that cast a spell.
Their claws, like spears, sharp as life, are great for how they eat.
They eat by stalk, they stalk to **** they have no great defeat.
So if you ever, come face to face, with this great beast,
Remember what you’ve been told, he may think of you…
As a feast!
Nov 8, 2011
Nov 8, 2011 at 8:47 PM UTC
Have you ever had that feeling,
That no one cares at all?
That if you fell off a ladder,
There would be no one to catch your fall?
Have you ever tried to **** yourself,
Just to see them react?
And when they found out what you did,
The all just turned their backs?
Have you ever yelled I HATE YOU!
To someone you really love,
And when you turn to say I’m sorry,
They just gave you a big shove?
Have you ever had that feeling,
That no one gives a ****
They don’t even say you’re welcome,
When you say thank you sir or ma’am.
Nobody cares about you, nobody cares at all.
Sometimes I stop and wonder,
Do I even belong at all?
Nov 8, 2011
Nov 8, 2011 at 8:47 PM UTC