Even demons can fly higher
Even swords leave softer wounds
She always thought her life was bitter
But she never saw it doomed

Round and round in circles
Round and round we go
Round and round in circles
Death by a suicide poem

Sometimes
I write something that is good
Sometimes
I write something that really stinks
Still*
I write what is found in my thoughts

you may not know me
face to face,
but you and I have connected
heart to heart through words.

Our lives are woven together by
the tapestry of words,
and into a living breathing poetry.

you and I are no longer strangers,
but fellow poets and sojourners
on this journey of creation.

Is it too much to ask
To be loved
Is it so hard
To show a little love
Is it too much to ask
To be accepted
Is it so difficult
To learn about existence
Is it too much to ask
To be honest
Or maybe it's just too easy
To live in denial

I seek no attention
Just a little affection
I'm not looking for fame
Just a little care to be tamed
Nor I want to be treated like a queen
Just equality to be seen

Now tell me
Is it too much to ask?

-Jess

Love train:
Kushu! Kushu! Kushu!
As it start to move and accelerate
From my heart to yours
By the aorta through the ateries and back
From your heart to mine
By the veins through the superior and the inferior it goes.

Love train:
From the love factories - our cardiacs
All over the rail ways - our veins
Transporting minerals - our feelings
Boiling our blood hot evaporating

Love train:
Keeping us connected even when apart,
Breaking the bounderies and passing through the caves and bridges of hate.

Your eyes are a cerulean hue
Filled with fifty shades of blue
And I fell in love with each one of them
All the fifty shades of you.