What are words if not to tell the lengths of emotions
To reach far from the horizons of dried tears
Swim past the seas of breaking hearts so to speak
You’ll soon forget that life is like a tree, a leaf
You grow around your wounds, not like a dog
Who licks and cry’s, eyes set to seek out pity
Far from pride, is where we hide, we stand tall
With roots planted firmly below
What is words, to speak, to harm, to love, to understand
Words of a tree that give life without cause to end
This is what I seek to adhere to in the end
© Jessica Stull
Jessica Stull Dec 2018
Someone who you dared to find
Plays upon words like gravity to a feather
Ease up in the moment for she be tethered
Each and every word more devious than the last
Creature feature, double danger, double-dealing
Hideous unlike any other, but rather only    
   in the way this conscience sounds his soul
Will only, one’s own creativity shine  
It’s strength towers over, in length of time
Let’s pretend that you really are fine
Luscious treats then await you, the future shines to sate you
©Jessica Stull
I love messing with  word  play, here I chose the words “speech” and “will”
I love mixing up words to find new words that explore other realms of the underlying feelings or ideas they hold. I think my brain goes into another world when I start to write
Jessica Stull Dec 2018
Fire, ice, spit, crackle, break into slice
Crimson, spirited scented perfumes
Aching fury, lonesome soul
Thou shalt know the torment raging below
Redolent though, the remindful memories we hold
©Jessica Stull
Most of my thoughts Brew in the captivity  of the workplace
  Dec 2018 Jessica Stull
Stephen Blaine
I wake up and stretch to the sun.
My palms are raised to face the energy.
I’m reminded that we are one.
I embrace our synergy.

This is the land we know -
Where trees grow and people sing songs that speak to the heartbeat of our kin folk.
Please note that we’ll always see a tomorrow, whether or not we believe it so.

Love your people.
Love our land.
Break the mold and understand,
that the plan is in our hands.
We are beyond woman and man.

There is no end...
The ice in her heart
Will never melt
The stars hide
Orion has tightened his belt
In the winter dark
A lighter lacks it's spark
Cigarettes going unlit
Her life was missing a piece
But I didn't fit…
Jessica Stull Dec 2018
Poetry is like my diary
I can tell her anything and everything
I can scream from my soul
In aching longing
Intense rage
Or sadness beyond measure
Perhaps it’s TMI
But I tell her my secrets
I tell her how you taste in my mouth
How you took the time to figure me out
How I love the feel of our own rhythm of life
Indeed no one else understands but who cares
My poetry, my diary, my life
It’s messy as ****
At work my thoughts a-running, actually I just miss my man right now
  Dec 2018 Jessica Stull
pointed toes
rounded hands
is their definition

but broken bones
and tears sacrificed
for someone else
is mine
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