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1.4k · Jul 2017
Sonder
Elise Jaco Jul 2017
and there they sat
each passerby
with vivid lives
the urge to cry

magnificent words
on some of their tongues
and a song to sing
in each of their lungs

the hand they bear
some never know
and I think we
must learn to grow
sonder: the realization that each passerby has a life as vivid and complex as one's own.
870 · Apr 2017
Perfect
Elise Jaco Apr 2017
Cut away the fat
and shame
The sneers too

Every night
Warm, red on wrists
Remembering you

Never good enough
but burning desire
etched into the soul

Skipping meals
wiping tears
and never feeling whole
I'm dealing with a lot of emotions right now and I'm not completely sure how I should translate that into my writing, but I guess it's a work in progress.
819 · Apr 2017
Black Ink
Elise Jaco Apr 2017
I can't be your light
your anchor
your sun

If I go much longer,
black ink
starts to run

And yet,
doves above
singing faith and trust

but blinded am I
by the strong
hold of lust
A poem a day keeps depression away, amirite? Haha...
811 · Apr 2017
Heavy Darkness
Elise Jaco Apr 2017
She is alone, drowning in her heavy darkness.
She chokes on the blackness of the void
And feels it sharper than the blade spilling blood on her skin
His hands are ice around her neck
Her eyes cry out for help
She is alone, drowning in her heavy darkness.

Never did she feel this way before
This vulnerability struck fear in her
A heart shredded by this monster
This man she couldn’t escape
He watches her like prey
She is alone, drowning in her heavy darkness

She is sick but they won’t see
Hiding behind a smile
She feels him watch her every move
She is consumed by pain
And yet, she loves him
She is alone, drowning in her heavy darkness
782 · Apr 2017
We All Have Problems
Elise Jaco Apr 2017
We all have problems

You think I want this?
You think I'm happy?
That I'm okay?
That I don't go home, clenched fists
Screaming an ever so painful silence
because why fight when you know you've lost?
That a storm doesn't rage when I pass a mirror?
That my laughter heals the scars?
Do you think it's easy?

We all have problems
and you don't know mine.
Random phrases pop into my head sometimes and I try to write them down. Then I guess they turn into this stuff.
719 · Apr 2017
Death
Elise Jaco Apr 2017
The ghost you left
a simple suggestion
of memory

And here I am
on my knees
left in pieces

Pictures scattered
Scrawled thoughts
on torn papers

and they beg to burn
but yet
I sit here still and yearn

Come back to me
I have no idea what I'm doing writing these. I'm kinda new to poetry overall so if you have any tips or advice, I'd greatly appreciate it!
504 · Apr 2017
Like a Rose
Elise Jaco Apr 2017
This bitterness
Something no fool
would dare to taste

and the fear
Beating your fists
against the wall

You choke
and cannot swallow
the pain

Every time you bloom
beautiful and red
you are consumed

A fire burns
and all that's left
are thorns
I wasn't sure about the last two stanzas but went with it anyway.
496 · May 2017
Patriot
Elise Jaco May 2017
Poetry
runs like blood
in my veins

And bored
by those
with guns in their brains

You can pray
and look up
to the beautiful skies

But darling,
this nation
is full of sick lies
Sometimes ideas come to me in class and I write them down fast to save for later. Kinda results in types of poems I actually enjoy.
401 · Apr 2017
Bloodied Knuckles
Elise Jaco Apr 2017
Bloodied knuckles
don't mean much
Not that much tonight

I'll scream and scream
and scream again
cause hell, it's worth the fight

I'm tired of waiting
Of hoping, of wishing
Craving you and only you

I've run and climbed
over everything
and God, I hate the view

You can't do this
Won't hurt me again
Do you feel my pain?

All you want
is what you want
and oh, you are so vain
I'm not sure if this sounds better with or without the last two stanzas. Let me know what you think!
347 · Jul 2017
Untitled
Elise Jaco Jul 2017
All these painful memories
fuel the flood of words
They could last for centuries,
dying to be heard

Screaming, fighting, holding back,
things you'll never know
Downing all of my prozac,
I think you should go
I'm honestly doing a lot better now than I was before, but I think depressing sounding poems just come easily to me now xD
153 · Feb 2020
Suicide
Elise Jaco Feb 2020
I wish I could bring you back
You left us too soon
The night sky is all black
No sign of the moon

I wanted to know you
To show you some care
Before your lips turned blue
From getting no air

I'd kiss your forehead
I'd hold your hand
I'd save your family
From funeral plans
When I was hospitalized for suicidal ideations, I just thought about the suicides of youth in my area that I was personally affected by. Sometimes you feel so alone, and I wish we all could have been there for each other. I wish they were still ******* here and I'd do anything to bring them back.
137 · Feb 2020
Him
Elise Jaco Feb 2020
Him
Every second
You brought me joy
A strong and kind
Unbreakable boy
Tried to make it longer, but nothing beat the first stanza. All I can say is that I miss him and I hope one day it doesn't hurt.
124 · Feb 2020
Sophomore
Elise Jaco Feb 2020
That could have been me
I could have been gone
I wish you had seen
Or talked to someone

I never knew you
You were so pretty
You’d say it’s not true
If you were here with me

He looked at me, angry
He had not a clue
One day maybe they’ll see
That I’m just like you

I’ll never forget
I’ll miss you forever
I won’t ******* quit
No matter the weather
She was too young. I wish I knew her.
108 · Feb 2020
Remember
Elise Jaco Feb 2020
He said it was suicide
I shook at the core
What had they to hide
And what was it for?

You laid on the tracks
You let the train hit you
What caused you to act?
And why do I miss you?
When I was 11, a boy from my neighborhood and around my age was hit by a train. The story was that he had been walking and listening to music and didn't hear it coming. It terrified me that someone my age had died and I promised myself that I'd never forget him. Years later, I found out it was a suicide and had been covered up. I was suicidal at that age and it just deeply saddens me that he felt the way he did. I wish he was still here, or that I could have done something. I will do everything in my power to build a better future for other people struggling.

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