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Jessica Jarvis Apr 2018
Tip, tap, type that,
Write an essay,
An hour flat

Shick, shake, stay awake
Still recall,
But don’t delay

Pit, pat, feel that,
Maintain focus
Don’t distract

Writ, write, feels right
Helpless swoon
Refreshing light...

Bit, beat, fast heat,
Remember once,
But keep discrete

Tip, type, think that
Keep it up
Don’t look back

Gleam, beam, daydream
Still tripped out,
Hooked on the theme

Tic, tack, clock’s back
Oops, class is over,
That’s the fact.
4/10/18

Oops, wrote this in class.
Just as I depart, you beckon me
Essentially, all we are is
Separated, detached in more ways than one
"Stop romanticizing" I used to chant
It didn't make a difference
Couldn't quell a fire
As strong as this

Just as I object, you charm me,
Engage me with fervor
Still I wonder if the objections will ever
Stop you from your profession.
Is it not clear to you?
Couldn't be clearer
A fire such as this

Just as we embrace, we leave each other
Endlessly fleeing each other, but
Still burns the flame
Still seeps through my eyes to yours,
Imperfectly interdigitating
Can you feel it?
A love such as this
Jessica Jarvis Apr 2018
Sleep ‘till you wake up
No need to make up
For anyone
Or anything

Rest and relax now
No need to stress now
Just clear your head
And go to bed

Dreams will be here soon
Focus on now, soon
You’ll see the way
It’s another day

Closing your eyes, hush
Sounds minimized, hush
It’s all you need
Just go to sleep

Just go to sleep.
4/6/18

Sometimes you just gotta sit back and face that you deserve it.... sleep.
A thrown flat stone skipped
across the snowcapped reflection
breaking the mirror glass surface;

rippling the glaring still waters
the way a trailing piano note
slowly decays to a sobering hush

A gentle puff of silence
segued into a fading
whisper's echo



Jesse
06 April 2018
lover of love's long lost history
you are so intrinsically dear to me
and i know you can hear the beat
when our hands go blistering

i love the neapolitan but not naples
listen to how the city sings like the others
but she buys time and barely bothers
to remove her appropriating staples

she is a reflection
of a reflection
of a reflection
of a reflection

but you, my dear neapolitans,

how holistically human you happen to be
and what a human thing to do
to braid oneself with a few
ventricles of other hearts unseen

you are not special insofar as you are human
and the home you make mistakes you
for a permanent resident, assumes you
are a planted person whose sole purpose is bloomin

but you are dynamic, not static
you do not live in someone's attic
you move around, the ground beneath you
isn't bequeathed to staying beneath you,

you

keep moving and loving and all of the aboving
because our love isn't something
that can be taken away by a location change
or how 21,000 hearts are arranged
this is just a love letter to the people in my hometown. i hope you enjoy
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