Jessica Jarvis

Mar 2018

Anthony James Brandy

to observe the observer
is to love and to serve her

as her bottom lip secedes from the top,
i still my thoughts til they stop

To belong to the observer
is to long observe her

It is to experience her analysis,
brushing her hair in wait for her synthesis

Covered in logic and reason
her critique or thought comes out
and though it can bring painful change in season
hearing it is the only righteous route

To listen to the observer
is to be challenged by her

to take her challenge is to listen with humble ears
to take her challenge is to gain wisdom for years

This is what it means to love and to hold her
to observe my beautiful, sweet observer

#love #observe #observation

Jessica Jarvis Mar 2018

Within 3 Seconds . . .

The flittering, fluttering, flibbering, flubbering of my palpitating heart overwhelms every sensation and motivation in relation to any realization outside of this conversation as I peer into your glistening, glittery, dazingly dazzling, daringly dashing eyes.

This sensational melt dwells within the weary wells of my wailing heart, as it pinpoints the probable possibilities of pain and perilization, all because of that pittering, pattering, positive possibility that you may move closer.

Every inch anticipates an increasingly pleasing tease, appeasing the leaps and heaps of appreciation in relation to this same revelation: the desperation for that sensation, the precipitation of complication revolving around this intensification.

3/8/18

A lot can happen within just the span of a few seconds.... However, I wouldn't be able to explain it without making up a few words of my own.

#worddoodles #heart #heartbeat #3 #seconds

Jessica Jarvis Mar 2018

Abundance

I wanted words; you gave me conversation

I wanted smiles; you gave me laughter

I wanted music; you gave me symphonies

I wanted dinner; you gave me daydreams

I wanted flowers; you gave me gardens

I wanted your hand; you gave me your heart

I wanted friendship; you gave me love

I wanted the stars; you gave me the night

I wanted everything; you gave me you

3/8/18

Another repetitive, yet cheesy, poem. Gotta love 'em.
Somewhat inspired by a song that has a line saying, "You built me palaces out of paragraphs. You built cathedrals.". It's such a gorgeous line, despite the heartbreaking context attached to it. Gotta love it.

#abundance #love #cheesy #repetitions #want #everything

Jessica Jarvis Mar 2018

Fallout

Sitting in the florescent glow of my desk mirror,
wondering how I can paint myself into your arms again.

3/4/18 Unless you know makeup, you probably don't know that the title is a pun on makeup terminology, but even you don't, it still makes sense, right?

#fallout #mirror #makeup #imperfection #pun

Jessica Jarvis Feb 2018

Practicality is(n't) Pain; Pain is(n't) Beauty

You wouldn't guess by the looks of her report card that it came with a precious price. The scars on her young cheeks and dry, tired eyes carry baggage that she must now pack to college. Sure, she made it,
but at what cost?

She'll never be the one with voluptuous hair, particularly perfect eyelashes, and long trim legs. Instead, she can dream of portraying that character, while she can't even make the audition.

Midnight, 2/28/18

#practicality #pain #beauty #sacrifice #privilege #perfection #imperfect #scars #tired #eyes

Jessica Jarvis Feb 2018

Things Like Love

were we dumb or were we clever
when we said we'd be together
did we really think that we
would end up where
we are
going to have a great adventure
it's just you and me together
so let's go have fun forever,
go exploring and endeavor
things like love.

Probably written in mid 2016.

The first verse of an unfinished song about young love and/or a crush, or something like that.

#young #love #runon