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  Nov 13 Jennifer DeLong
there is a place
where he failed in quest
a place where his eyes
were devoid of hunger
though many have seen his sufferings
the moon is the color of blood

there is a place
where the ****** go
to be judged
very few make the journey
to struggle and return
angels choke on his devastation

there is a place
where the injured
go to suffer
body licked by flames
the soul was polluted
the apocalypse is nigh

there is a place
where renewed strength
simply wilts on touch
he bleeds for everything changed
inspiration may die
in a world devoid of dreaming

there is a place
where only time will tell
if hell is reserved for the weak
she sways unspoken solitude
from the thorns, he blooms
autumn, and a voice found

there is a place
where the broken live another day
time and space coalesce from dust
and in form and body there is hope
a broken viking's tortured soul
wars are not won by strength and courage

there is a place
reserved for the redeemed
thine sword grows heavy
and thine eyes will not drift
for every battle there is loss
scarred hands tell the story

there is a place
where he belongs
and that place
is in her arms
For her
Your are what , I'm needing
Cold nights are colder now
Could use your body heat
Come warm me up

Can't get you off my mind
These chilly days
Darker days
Make me think of you

It's these cold days
I wanna snuggle
Needing you here

Come warm up
Give me what , I'm craving
Take the chill out of the air

© Jennifer L DeLong 10/19/2020
When this or that
When will or When can
No more whens
Just give me a now
not then or when
Just now like no time to waste
This second would be great

© Jennifer L DeLong 11/10/2020
I am a mystery yet to be
I am a contradiction
a model of possibilities
I am driven to succeed
Stopped mid speed
I am a lover
deeply passionate
With no one to call my own
I am habit forming
full of wonder & lust
I am all of me and more
I am deeply devoted
Yet wildly ambitious
I am so many things
I am so many emotions
I am waiting for the divine
Hoping for a rather 🔥'y
throwing me every where
to become pixie dust

© Jennifer L DeLong 11/10/2020
  Nov 9 Jennifer DeLong
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a thousand papers
Filled with broken poetries
And deadbeat proses
Full of woeful verses
With mournful pieces
Of unfinished stories
That are yet to be written
And failed to be spoken;
If you could read my mind,
You’d hear horrible screams
And earsplitting weeps
From shattered dreams,
Kept in a nasty notepad,
Scribbled on a bed
Of bloodstained words,
Ringing in my head.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the shadows
That lurk within me;
You’d hear the bellows,
Screeching the words
“I’m tired,”
“I’m a failure,”
“I’m stupid –”
I know it sounds stupid,
It’s pathetically foolish
And seems like *******.
If you could read my mind,
You’d feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry;
You’d see the people
That make the weak weaker;
You’d see the monsters
That consume my head;
You’d hear the hollers
That failed to be freed;
You’d see the heart
That still bleeds and bleeds.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the face
I’ve failed to show back then,
The face I’ve faked back then.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a character
I had ever failed to become
If you could read my mind,
You’d be able to read
A book you never wished
To touch and read,
But sometimes I still wish
Someone could read my mind.
Where's the rush
When you hear his voice
Where's the passion
When you think about him
Yet ... you feel you know your
needing more
Need to feel Need to know
I am something more
Sure the *** is
but want to know
it's something more
so can you tell me
I am something more
© Jennifer L DeLong 11/2020
As his words crawled into my eyes
Dripped down my throat
They landed on my heart
and that's where they stay
Poetry like his
so raw so true
opened my soul
and it was there
on those pages
we shared a bond
His words forever
captured right here
in my heart
His words
© Jennifer L DeLong 11/08/2020
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