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  Oct 2015 Jacey Hale
ciannie
i wish you could be here again
i'd give anything to see
the tremors of your beating body
alive, with me

you said before you left
something so profound
and i have tried, and tried to remember it
you never wrote it down

you taught me so well
the anxiety of our life and the care
with the last of your breath, you told me again
separated the hurt with the fair

i could never foresee
and probably should admit
that i am terrified to live in a world
without you in it

the pain, it's always there
you were so accepting, could you have gotten on?
if it were me to be you...
with half of a whole heart gone

met at sixteen, parted at sixty
that's forty four cycles, forty four gallons of tears
dried out my partial body
i am already suffocated without you here

what did you say, as i bent to kiss your cheek?
as the tremors of your life quietened, and you were partially left
what did you say
in your last moments of breath?

*"you're beautiful, this close"
inspired by the Sleeping At Last song 'Saturn'
again...poetry to music, guys
  Oct 2015 Jacey Hale
Roo
Last night I cried about you.
The exact moment it happened I do not remember
but I was hit with an overwhelming
tide of emotion.
Maybe it was when my friend
wouldn't stop talking
about your beauty
and I was seeking his bare skin
to put out my cigarette.
Jealousy is **** but my appearance
could never compare to your
lips, or the way you would
look up through your eyelashes
when you were
scared or in love.
(were they the same thing?)

Last night I cried about you.
The exact moment it happened I do not remember
but I was hit with an overwhelming
tide of emotion.
Perhaps it was when I realised
I no longer searched for him
in the poetry I wrote
and read.
Rather it is your
inexplicable beauty and intelligence
that I try to capture with
stumbled words and drunken
rants to people who don't really
care.

Last night I cried about you.
The exact moment it happened I do not remember
but I was hit with an overwhelming
tide of emotion.
It could have been when I
needed to ground myself to reality
and so I thought of you.
I dreamt of the curls in your
hair as it slightly changed
colour and I thought of
your bed and the comfort
that surrounded me when I was there.
I thought of your mother, and the
anger I feel towards your father.
I thought of your laughter
and the happiness it invokes
when  I hear it.
I thought of your tears
and the sheer anguish
that follows.

Last night I cried about you.
The exact moment it happened I do not remember
but I was hit with an overwhelming
tide of emotion.
"Missing you comes in waves and
last night I felt like I was drowning".
why do the work I'm supposed to be doing when I can be sad and write poetry instead.

I don't know where the lines in quotation marks originate from because i've seen them all over the place but yeah they're not mine.
Jacey Hale Jul 2015
They call us vampires
because the moon is our sun
and our day is their night.

They call us vampires
because all that we've done
to inspire true fright.

They call us monstrous creatures
for our pale, stone cold features.

They lock their doors, hide in fear.
They can tell when we are near.

Try not to listen when you hear us say,
"We are the hunters, and you are the prey."
Jacey Hale Jul 2015
The one I love's no Achilles
No massive strength or bravery,
No leader of the cavalry,
yet he leaves me searching, endlessly
for a  single drop of nepenthe
to cure my heart of this disease
called love.

I am no Aphrodite.
But still I hope that he can see
The good I know's inside of me.
And then maybe he and I can be
A flawed Megara and Hercules
And somehow thrive, terminally,
in love.
Jacey Hale Jul 2015
When shapes begin to form,
and limbs regain their feeling.
When you're conscience of your breath
and the thoughts that you are thinking.
Before the dreams all fade away,
and the harsh light floods your eyes.
That moment when you're not quite sure
If you truly are alive.
Jacey Hale Jul 2015
I search all night for that CD
which holds a special threnody
with just the perfect melody
to help me find the clarity
I seem to yearn for constantly
thank you to Of Mice & Men for the song which inspired the title.

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