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Jessica 7d
At first we met
You taught me about Schrodinger;
Your smirk as mesmerizing and confident
As the mysteries of the universe
Of which you spoke
I thought I could let
You go, when I drove across
The cosmos to escape
The curse
You cast upon me
Yet here I stroll alone
In the splendor of the garden
Of time
In the correct reality
Are you walking with me now?
Or is the velvet nightmare
Of your love
A dream of mine?
Jessica Oct 7
The nature of people
Is terrifying
My soul is tender and
It wants to love, but it gets
poked and prodded
Like a starfish in suspension
of the sea
I can't relate to the deviousness
and plotting
That seems
to be the norm
I want to cry out,
and I want to sing
Amidst the storm
But the brutality of their
behavior and words
Cuts through everything
I dream
I can swim towards
The hungry sharks
With their cute little faces
sometimes they look like
innocent larks
In the shadows of the
badly intentioned ones
The light of God is frightened
To interact with us
We choose to sink instead
of fly
If only we didn't choose
to die
In our hearts
By way of our hostilities
and aggression in life...
I'll always be a starfish
among the sharks
About workplaces.
Jessica Oct 5
I grow so weary
Of my weariness
In times of happiness
I sputter my words
And shuffle my feet
Always smile in such seriousness
Because I fret over possible
That would result from my

I become so tired
Of my tiring
My laughter is shy,
Deceitful, and retiring-
It is as frightened as it is
There is my yawn and grin
In every setting sky.

I feel mired
In a stoic excitement;
What a sincere delight when
You know
You don’t know!
A majesty
Simply because
This must be what infinity feels
Before he goes
to sleep.
Jessica Sep 26
The CEO drones on about the company
From a large colorful screen
Remote and loud and rich
His voice seeps into the empty assembly room
His innovation the most capitalistic lilting sheen
his words of Corporate values are seen
By no one,
Just one lone man sitting
Stark naked and leaning
Upon the cold and blue concrete floor.

All the workers are working;
They know not
Of how their leader is speaking bottom line prophecy:
Clearly, a loop. Another Holographic Godless creator
Of pastel green money.
A boney-strong hand grips the office door.
If this were a movie,
The man would be Abraham or Hamilton
Or Jefferson...
Come to save the empty meeting-
But he’s just another one.
And it’s never a happy movie to live
so weightlessly and “fate-less-ly”;
Suspended by the hope of
Past delusions.

He sits beside the naked, obligated, sad
Swimming in the lamp light
Of severance
Of the projection screen
Maybe as
close to America as they’ve ever been
But they ignore this, and
They wait for the end of the video.
This was a weird vision I had inspired by the movie American Factory, and some of the paintings by Banksy.
Jessica Jul 15
Two flickering souls
Dancing together in the dusk
The flames of two red candles
Seen from the black window sill
Of perpetuity
Playfully pirouetting
Like two lovers in the raptures
Of holy lust
The summer winds might
****** us to play despite
Time molding the silver bands
Upon our hands
To rust.
A vision:
In old age my hands are alight
in your dark hair
Twirling it into a muss
I swear to you,
These seasons (and these bodies) will change,
I believe in
Just a leaves lifetime:
Summer to fall,
But trust
that the firelight cast
Onto bedroom walls
From our jubilant glowing embers
Will eternally illuminate
All those who experience falling
In love

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