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Jen Feb 2019
Steady grip
Pressed down
To pull you up
Held with
All my strength
To pull you up
From below ground
No matter how
Hard I tried
To pull you up
You stayed down
This piece is in the eye of the beholder.  It could depict a person with depression trying to overcome it, or it could be seen as someone trying to help a person that they love who is suffering from something.  There might be other views too.
Jen Jul 2018
We all have
Veins,
Underneath
Our skin.

I try to forget,
But keep
Remembering.

Used to be
Pulled down
With each
Word like a knife.

Now I'm
Lifting myself
Up-
Although,
Each day
Is a
Fight.

Just have to
Keep on,
Moving towards
The Light.

Sometimes
I hear
Your words
In my mind,
Then
Those of another,
And another,
It's the same
Every time.

There is
A spirit
Though,
That's always
By my side.
Jen Dec 2021
Heard a familiar song,
As sleep beckoned once more
Only to close the door
At the the crossing
Where I find you,
Obscure.

Drifted away to sleep...

As it fell upon me,
I heard your voice so clearly,
Looked at your face,
But there isn't a trace
To be found,
Familiar sound,
Something isn't clear.
Something doesn't compute.

A new day beckons,
Awaken,
Rise up,
Live it.

A sound in the crowd,
A face takes hold,
Merely a figment
Of my daydreams and worst dreams,
Come back to this life.

I could hold your hand,
If only I could find it,
Finding you lost,
On the Verge
Of something new...
Listening to:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TTT_mCbJuQY
Jen Oct 2020
If you look
To the other
Side of
You
You
Can
See that you aren't
Who you used
To be

Do you feel me?

Maybe you aren't proud
Of who you were
Or maybe you wish
You were still that
Version
Of your soul...

If you look
To the other end
Of
You
You
Can
See that you are
Now who you
Are meant to be
In this moment...

You
You
Can
Be
Who you
Want to be

Do you feel me?

I II II IV V VII VII
Jen Mar 2019
Clay *** formed from earth,
The very thing that we are made
Of.
Jen Feb 2019
What do you think
This is
A video game
We stare at
Our screens
Collecting tokens
And buying things
In real life we
Mirror this
To survive
Stay Alive
As long as we can
But eventually
We die

Game Over.

Luckily,
You had
An extra life.

Before you
Know it
You're back
In the game
Fighting
To survive
As long as
You can.
This poem is that thin line...that dangerous line. Two sides or more to the story... Scenario 1: Person confuses real life with video game and the ending is sad. Scenario 2: Life is a video game and the program gives us no reason to believe our reality isn't real.  We play video games...a ploy setup by our programmers/creators to make us believe we aren't in a video game. I'm sure there are many other theories out there...
Jen Mar 2020
Could this be the end,
There is no telling
In this life
There is no telling

The virus spreads
Droplets spilling out,
Cover your mouth,
Don't be exposed
Empty shelves
Aisle after aisle depleted
Of bread and toilet paper
Keep your distance
To 3 feet or more,
Eerie, reminiscent
Of outbreak depictions
On the movie screen,
COVID-19
Found its place
In history
Can anyone else not believe this is happening?  Why does it seem surreal.  Life is unpredictable for sure... I am counting my blessings and in a way feel like I'm living in some strange movie.  I lived in Seattle for about the last two years, and right as the first cases of coronavirus were found there my entire life happened to turn upside down (Completely unrelated to the virus) and it was like I was led far from Seattle to be closer to my family.  We are staying safe so far and have each other for support.

Stay safe out there <3
Jen Jul 2018
Hinged
On the edges,
Of wings.

Severed
By grace-
Unrelenting,
Unseen.  

Turning
A light on,
Lifting it up
To heaven.

Life
Is a given.
We can
Only try to learn-
The lessons.  

Healing by
This preface,
To change,
Shape,
And guide us
To our fate.

Letting go,
Of
This worldly
State...

To see
A window's pane,
Fast moving,
A train.

Capturing a moment-
Just as I dreamed it.

Sunlight pouring in
To reveal a view,
A Visage-
Only to see
The same,
Appear the next day,
Always there.

I have no fears
With you.
Jen Mar 2020
You showed me what is is
To live,
Can't let this be,
Question where we'll be
Eventually
Just have to
Wait & See
Every day was
Adventure,
With you.
Magic painted scenes,
The moon cast a spell over me.
The tides change
Each & Every day
Love isn't easy,
Anything worth
Fighting for isn't
Simple, simply be.
Happened so quickly,
Never thought of
All these possibilities
As one dimensional existence,
Turned to never ending splendor.
Multidimensional
Sunsets and beauty unfold
Jen Dec 2018
Ever sit up straight,
Deep Am, but you’re
Not dreaming,
Anymore?

To wake in a state,
Where you question,
Existence,
All of it.

Dream state, wide awake, heartbeat, breathe deep, drift to sleep.
Jen Dec 2018
The day is done—
Clock strikes 4pm,
And it’s time to walk home, again.
It’s raining and cold.
I lock up my desk,
And head to the elevator
Ready to leave, say goodbye to this place;
Down 34 floors, exit to pavement’s freedom;
I pass the larger than life
Plato blue abstract statue,
Cardio up the hill,
Sadly, smell human waste
Coming from a small enclave
Of trees, where the homeless sleep.
I usually hold my breath and count my blessings.
I realize that any of us might easily become homeless.
I am grateful for my life and a place that keeps its warmth.
Then, I walk across the bridge,
Rush hour traffic stalled like a clogged artery.
Many cars, lights, and skyscrapers line the distance.
I like to think of the city as a heart in human body,
And the closer you get to its core, you can hear its blood flow.
Once past this point, I feel I can breathe again as the cells
Spread out more to my neighborhood, gentrified;
Pass the latest construction with a sign that displays,
“Affordable Housing for All.”
I have yet to see it.
Marijuana streams drift out windows,
There's the school overlooking to mountain's peak;
Just three more cross walks and I’ll be home, free.
Jen Dec 2018
Sometimes, it is easy to think “It’s just me;”
We all sometimes, feel lonely.
You can want something so badly,
Deep within your bones; Sometimes,
Reality condones that it is best left alone.
Thought I felt you throughout the day,
Couldn’t stop smiling at the thought of your words.
Created something from your insights; felt alive,
Inside.

Someone else wanted me, but not in a loving way.
Once wore his locket around my neck;
Was just false hope that it was real,
It wasn’t;
Was just a broken wheel
That kept rolling along; wobbling.
Until one day,
It stopped.
Jen Feb 2019
Freezing
Outside
Keep your
Warmth
Hold it
Keep it close
Don’t forget to
Smile
Don’t forget to
Turn on the
Heater
Sometimes
Jen May 2019
Warning signs on every door
Every floor
Can it be any more clear
Back away
Stay as far as possible
From what causes
Pain, this time
Don’t go near
How would it feel
How would it…
Feel
Hand in the air
As if there is
Another place
Inside, beyond the surface-side
Difficult to hide,
To break down a wall or two
Like memories that were
Created, detoxified
Built on shaky ground
All falls
All falls
Down.
Does anyone else find music very inspiring? Sometimes, I am shocked at some of the songs that I find moving.  I listen to a lot of Spotify, and I heard the first few seconds of a song called "Deserve" by Christina Aguilera...all of a sudden I was in another world and had to start writing. It is funny how certain songs can just draw you in...with no explanation.
Jen Sep 2018
Waterfalls
Are
A Magnificent
Force of Nature,
Formed over
Softness,
And Hard rock-
Creating
New life,
And it
Flows down
And continues
All the time.

There is
A mysticism
That surrounds-
Standing
Behind
It as it
Rushes down
To the bottom;
And wouldn’t
It be surreal;
And, I wonder
What it would
Be like to be
That water
In another life,
Becoming alive
In another form,
Resplendence,
Shining
Forever.

The wind
Carrying
You,
In this life
And the next one...

Don’t be afraid,
I dreamed this.
Web
Jen Sep 2018
Web
So intricately
Woven,
As if of
Silk Thread,
To gaze
Upon
A Spider's Web.

Sunny Day,
Beams
Breaking
Through.

Green leaves,
Swaying
Effortlessly.

It lays
High up,
Balancing
Steadily,
Despite
A constant
Breeze.

Holding
Securely,
The captured
Souls of
Unfortunate
Fates.

Quickly spun,
Encapsulated
Tombs
Afloat...

She waits
For the next
Prey,
Weaving
Her artistry,
Day by day.

Life-
In a
Spider's web.
Jen Feb 2019
Sometimes we aren’t meant
To be more than what we see
Make believe past reality
Not meant to be more than
What we are meant to be
What we are
Is intrinsic to us
What we sometimes
See and think we will be
We already are
Jen Mar 2019
We don’t get
Those seconds back
Don’t look back
So fast
Or the memories
Might not last
Everything
Reminds me
Of when
You were here
The lessons
You taught me
Along the way
The laughs we
Had and the
Tears we cried
That time when
I had reached
The edge
& could take
No more
You remained
Calm to help
Me endure
Even though
You yourself
Were barely
Holding on
You’re now
Gone
But not
Forgotten
The memories
I’ll keep here
Forever
Until I’m
Where you rest
A tribute to my father.  He passed away on 12/20/18 after battling terminal illness for many years. Despite everything he went through in life, he was there for me through some really difficult times. He drove over 1,000 miles to be with me for as long as he could while I was battling cancer and slept on my couch, drove me to chemo, and was a rock in a lot of ways despite not being in good health himself.  I remember having a panic attack at one point while we sat in the car before going into one of my doctor appointments. He sat there very calm and quiet and offered his best advice.  Now that he is gone, I feel like I never had the chance to thank him enough for everything he did. Just letting it out here.
Jen Feb 2019
Who would you be
If you were all your
Own
No media voices
Influencing you
No other people
Influencing your
Thoughts
To do exactly
As they want
You to
Who would
You be?
Who would we be in our purest form away from our world?
Jen Dec 2018
The wind blew
Fast, like shooting stars.

Bridges linked,
Supersonic speeds,
Crossed oceans,
Networks
Of waves
And branches
Traveled
Above
Salt-Water-Smoke;
For miles, bespoke.

Swiftly carried
By air;
To arrive
Out of nowhere.

Shut the doors,
Closed them tight.
Kept the breeze
Out
On that cold, cold
Night.
Jen Apr 2020
Eyes barely open
Sun breaks through
The blinds
It’s time to wake up
Mend your broken wings
Don't give up
You still have a purpose
To fulfill before it's your
Time to fly up
Up to aurora's heights 
Take this needle and thread
Sew them back
It’s time to mend
It’s time to heal
Your body
Your mind
Your soul
And take some time
To find your spirit
and become whole
Smile and don’t let go
Let it in and hold it close
Never let it fade away
It's time to have
Some faith
We are all
Human after all
Sometimes we fall
Only to fly again
Jen Dec 2018
Welcome Winter—
The wind spoke,
And she didn’t know
She could, until
Gusting forth for miles
To send this message
In a softly spoken tone.
One shivers at the thought
Of her voice.
Jen Dec 2018
Bark lined remnants,
Grow wild, inside the fire.
Uncontrolled burn, let it render
Heat to icy hands
Here in frozen firelight.
Sparks, let them fly,
Make one wish tonight.
Don’t tell anyone what it is,
Or, it might not take flight.
Jen Feb 2019
Dragonfly
Wished to
Be firefly
Butterfly
Prayed
To be
Dragonfly
All the while
Firefly
Continued
To show off
Her glow
In the dark
And be a
Light
In the night.
This is a little piece about how it is easy to think life would be better to be someone else when shouldn't we try our best to love and accept ourselves? <3
Jen Jan 2020
She took off through the forest
Held on to the tail of a falling star-
If you listen closely,
You can still hear her echo  
From the bottom
Of the wishing well

She held on to this star for some time,
It led her down a path divine
What she did see on this journey
Could not be defined,
Every shape and color bending
With time, collapsed in space
Moving fast as light

Heavenly bodies soon turned
To dust,
There was the well
Once she reached the end

She simply looked in and said,
"I wish to be enough."
This poem can have multiple meanings depending on the perspective of the reader.  When writing it, I was thinking about how I've always wanted to be good enough in myself for someone...just my soul in its simplest form, accepted & understood without having to explain...lost in this dream.
Jen May 2019
Tired eyes glanced a Yellow  ____Road
What lies ahead
Perhaps, a man made of tin
A little dog
And rin tin tin
Some comfortable slippers
A bunch of flying monkeys
Ziplining with hippos
Tornadoes built shadows
Followed by rainbows
Open your eyes,
The Yellow  
___Road
Is no more
It's time to wake up...
The idea for this write came while trying to sleep last night.
Jen Feb 2019
In another
World
What you
Dream is
Only that,
A dream
What is it
You see
Going
Into the deep?
When you
Are taken
Away,
When you
Have left
The day
Left the
Night
Left your
Body
Alone
As you
Drift
Away
You're
Shooting
Down
To new
Heights
Like the
Stars
You are
One
You are
Caught
Just in time...
Jen Jan 2020
You are my home,
Deep in my heart
Anywhere we are
Is where
I want to stay

I'm more fragile
Than ever,
Never have felt
This way
Hard to explain

Breathing air
Into these lungs
Makes me think
Of how you
Make my life
Complete
Always want
You to be happy

Waking up
In the night
This thought
Crosses my mind
You are my life
Can't think about
Living it without
You

You are my home
Took a little break from HP...rolling in the deep, was pulled out from underneath introspect
Jen Mar 2020
It's your journey
It's personal to you
Hold your own
Stay true to self
The past is over
How can words
Hold such power?
Free yourself
Don't look down
Feet dangling
Off the ground
Jen Jan 2019
Your shadow
Holds me
Come forth
Out of the bleakness
Out of the gray
You see them
Living there
In the corners
You see them
And you are sad
You see them
And it makes me
Feel it too
See that you are
So much more
Not quite though
An elusive mystery
You see them
You see me
Or do you not
See anything?
Jen Feb 2019
You were
One of a kind
If you don’t
Mind
Let me close
My eyes
And dream
It was so...
Jen Jan 2019
Weightless,
Zero Gravity

Take my hand
And fly with me

Don’t let go
And let it be

If you lose your grip
Somehow slip away some day
All you’ll have to do is look for my ship
It spills sparks as it sails across the view
They trail the sky to lead me back to you

Follow them when you are lost at sea
We’ll be weightless together once more
in zero gravity
I saw the word "Zero Gravity" somewhere a few days ago, and I was determined to include it in a poem.

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