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Jessica Jan 2019
I stand next to you as the timer counts down
In Atlanta
5...4...3...2...1...
Happy New Year!!!
You walk away as you text someone
I’m left standing alone, and immersed
In the center of the room
Solidly, solely accepting you
I can imagine how awkward
You feel
As I look down at your shoes
Hmmm...your red vans, your rip jeans
Your eyes, I can’t see
Hold my hand and calm me
Remind me what it’s like to have
You in my car
(I have a bag of your clothes in my backseat)
Listening to music and singing
As you’re aware of my mind
Reeling with worry
You were in a hurry, Rose
Where’d you go?
I use to count the days as if you had them
Numbered
5...4...3...2...1...
  Jan 2019 Jessica
Brian McDonagh
I wish these puffs were
Eked from a fog machine.
It's not a levitation of battle clouds
From cannons, from a precipitation forecast.
This is another battle-fog:
One composed of vape and cigarette smoke.
It hurts on the inside,
But at least one is at ease
From that troublesome and possibly tedious
Consumer, their complaints with no calm resolution
And no sense.
The scattered and randomized number
Of cigarettes fallen
Is none of my business
But business' business.
When standing at Walmart for more than 8 hours on some days...well...a lot of life can happen and be seen.
  Jan 2019 Jessica
Jen
Eternity
Elapsed
Through fingers.
It wasn’t
Real...
Touched
And lingered
All over,
To return to the
Inception
Eternally.
We can live forever,
In another world.
Jessica Jan 2019
I’ve been slightly jabbed
blindsided
I was thrown a curve ball by your enthusiastic behavior
It was mesmerizing
I think I know what it’s like to be pinned on your wall, by your hand
The agony they must feel
When you turn around, and go in for the ****
I’m
barely good enough for the thrill
White lies from the good guy that is never caught
as he tries to cure an insatiable hunger
I’m walking away
Jessica Jan 2019
Alone and
My heart pounds as I lay in bed
Fancying things you would say to me
If your body was close enough to care
I shared, not enough
I should have spoken up
I would’ve seemed
interesting
that you admitted you lied
Free meetings and quick goodbyes
I forgot to mention
What I intended to do
Savor
you
initially forgot to keep it cut and dry
No resolution or answers as to why
I googled: “How do you forget someone?”
Backspace...backwards...No solution...
I’m stuck with memorializing you
The cornerstones of your tomb will be built with my desires
  Jan 2019 Jessica
Wanderer
Artists are often
broken people
using the fragments of themselves
to create something new
and although
being healed
feels so complete
sometimes i want to be broken again
sometimes i want open wounds
so i can use the blood
to paint sunsets
so i can use the torn off pieces of skin as a canvas
so i can carve
masterpieces with the jagged bones left behind
but I can't bring myself to break my own heart in the name of Art
  Dec 2018 Jessica
heikkitsh
Your beauty casts a spell
So strong,
It overshadows
My entire universe.

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