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Jan 2018 · 67
Love
Jessica Fisher Jan 2018
This endless journey
Falling into each others minds
Entwined our hearts
Divined our hopes

The crystal gaze
When I see into your eyes
A soul so deep
That I could roam forever

Passion so addictive
Lost in each others body
Blooming our affection
Delivered into ecstasy
Dec 2017 · 217
New love.
Jessica Fisher Dec 2017
I sit here in my humble abode
Wondering the meaning of my life
Twiddling the facts of reality
Drawing on my past experiences
How can I love so inexplicably
Why is it so hard to find the same
To love ones weirdness. All their flaws
I found that with you.
Yet unrequited those terms and conditions are
I who love you no matter.
Never once considering looking back
You're perfect in all the stunning beauty you glow
But myself put so high on a pedestal
Could not meet your expectations
And here I am fallen aback
Questioning my choices to be an open book for you
Nevertheless I press forward
Pursuing the partnership I desire with you
Building my self, my confidence, my love,
My future, my home, my life.
Am I alone in this endevour?
Or have I found a partner who will walk hand in hand.
Dec 2016 · 326
Again...
Jessica Fisher Dec 2016
My recompense for dreaming
Is the demons I wove
While attempting to divine my own future
I was obstructed by fate
Hidden amongst the living dead
Fearful of my own disguise.

The past where it lay
The present swallowing the day
The future benign my heart

Fluttering stars consume my eyes
Dismantled
Enveloped
Perceived
Now what do I have left.

The smile that knows the way
My only warmth this cold winter night
May this hope be eternal
And the nights with you go on forever
Nov 2016 · 321
Untitled
Jessica Fisher Nov 2016
Swirling dreams envelope us
Plains of song and story
Firm in our hearts
Contingent lives we are
Concupiscence to give all
Time passes and souls grow
Delicate touch of lonely
Distance drawn fear
A sultry passion
Unexplored desires
And aging hearts weep
The minds weapon
Is the mouths tongue
Wielded kindly
It will close ravines
Jessica Fisher Nov 2016
just the beginning of a time driven by fantasy
living within the confines of your life
your imagination holds the key
dying is not the heart’s desire
but the final resort of pain
seeing the glow in little eyes
raises the soul into the heavens
happiness is truth unrivaled by lies
Nov 2016 · 196
Untitled
Jessica Fisher Nov 2016
a design of contorted rage
flames lick the stale starlit air
bald mounds of decaying lives
sauntered dreams still linger here
presence flowing though time
a crescents glow dances these stones
mimicking color in dull gray glory
these city lives deceive us all
Nov 2016 · 247
Morose of New
Jessica Fisher Nov 2016
Silent tears still flow
Pooling slowly in my heart
Memoirs haunt my every moment

Past hours I waited
Time sieves our thoughts
Drawing new consorts
Building new lives

Conditions beyond my conscious
A dangerous deception we travel with
That the world will always have a place for us
Little are we aware of these dangers we toy with

Simple shadows mimic a candles flickered dance
Shaping the nights

I’m having trouble accepting this loss
It seems to me I may have truly loved this time
But how it’s gone without my disclose, beyond my judgment.

These darkest nights no longer dance. No longer sing. No longer glow
These hollows we journeyed were so much more with you
But now, seem empty. Distant. Barren.
Please this despondency, taunts, in hearty death

Not much longer will I continue to shed these tears
But least know that I can still love
And my love is eternal
Nov 2016 · 226
The Fire Within
Jessica Fisher Nov 2016
Songs of pain
Madness of love
The devil stole your heart
Holding it ransom to me
Evils kin blesses this world

The flames lick the air
To a tasteful melody
Cackling in my face
Frolicking tomes
In tounges inaudible
Ritualizing the pain

Sumping beneath the surface
Crawling within my skin
Spreading like an acid through my veins
Overwhelming emotions peruse
Constricting myself
Until I can no longer function
Nov 2016 · 239
New Days
Jessica Fisher Nov 2016
Darker than the silt
That will grow on our graves
As they will lay along side
Giving new light to
A simply divine blooming moon
Resting softly in quiescent songs
Pale-lit sails and tender memoirs
Nights spent forlorn
Have no place in these sunrises
Palpitations I feel now
Flutter gentle as bats wings
Whom drinks the sweet nectar
Of fruits in hidden skies
Starred eyes gaze back at me
With the prowess's beauty
And defiance of a butterflies wings
Encumbering the air we breathe
Wrought from tachycardic passion
It will tip the scale
In favor of the doves feather
Home is not 4 walls and a roof
It is the day and the night
Of times spent whole
No longer scattered
Across dimensions
But trusted in your softened hands
Nov 2016 · 463
Dream State
Jessica Fisher Nov 2016
Time has taken my soul
tolling me in ways unknown
belligerence taking hold
I’m lost without
destined to falter

Salt.
Breeze.
Sand.
Shells.
Stars, glisten.
Moon, lights.
Shadows, move.
Gusts.

Light, blinks on horizon
drawing outlines of waves
in such wake, peering in
the ghost that walks beside me
closer than my own shadow

“Crunch, do we, crunch, know, crunch, who is, crunch, meant, crunch, to stand, crunch, beside, crunch, us, crunch?

Pacing along faintly lit ground
finding the darkness holds more than we want
piercing eyes watch from afar
preying on the sorrow I feel
Nov 2016 · 229
Untitled
Jessica Fisher Nov 2016
Haunting glades
ruffled by wind
starlit serenades
envelopes souls unwound
the darkness's Æthered aura
on these marrowed hills
the silken moons glazed glow
belays the nights chilling light
correlating perused solitude of
preluding constructs
condemning intentions and
facilitated goals
Nov 2016 · 313
Untitled
Jessica Fisher Nov 2016
Taunting hours
Tachycardiac rhythm
semiotic desire and
lavish confluxes
displaced thought in
sauntered meadows
the willows wrath
symphonically martyred
perused softly
reverberating slowly
malignant design
syringed emotions
evoking morose
Nov 2016 · 283
Snowflakes in the Rain
Jessica Fisher Nov 2016
watching the drops before my eyes
as they fall around me
can i catch one?
who when crystallized
will match my own form
Searching for the one who intoxicates me
may our paths ever cross once more
or perhaps the encounter was all
that was destined to be
or is the hopeless romantic
inside of me
finally right for once
Aug 2016 · 1.3k
la Luna de la Hermosa
Jessica Fisher Aug 2016
Under the flowering moon
Your naked body lies
Bound to the lunars tendrils
Tethering to your skins ambiance
Fingeringly scalinging the motions of your body
Following your soulful extractions

Silver lights incarnate driven passion

O' woman, woman of the moon
Of the night, of darkness
Dance with me
Dance the dance of love,
Of the heart, of passion,
Of Desires stowed deep within the mind

Beneath the woven fabric of a feral night
Entwined within the stitches silver aura
These stars our only witness
As the darkness spreads it's clinching grasp
Plunging our passions into carnal chaos

Watching the heavy rise and fall of your chest
The echoes of your hearts breath in my mind
The chemical passion of our physical bodies
Consumes the desires of our flesh

Shadows contouring to the night
The sweet nectar of your lips
An everlasting enticement to mine
Darkly decadent sensations pressing on
Only as creatures within can conjure

Elegantly crafting and artistically formulated
These darkest nights memoirs
Sated with our own designs
Unrelenting and intoxicating
Addicting and compounding
Aug 2016 · 903
Tree in a park
Jessica Fisher Aug 2016
Down no plains of flowing grass
up no hills of trees that stand
what tips your hat?
where is your flaw?
disillusioned taste
defused for all, mimicked
in the voice of a flower
through hearts of trees, outstretching
complex, limbs hidden
simply facilitated
in common goal, conditioned
used for all;
how do you stand?
quite so tall
in divined obsession
it seems to find all
nurtured and withdrawn
concealed in fixation
no one finds your flaw
for there’s none at all
yet from deception, true love finds all
in this shambled; shrine,
not flawed in design
nurtured from unseen
confronted with existence.

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