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 Aug 2014 Jackeline Chacon
pixels
The jingle-jangle of pills,
in a bottle, now in the trash.
The honey-sweet scent
of liquor in a glass.

The eye-searing shine
of an untouched blade.
The Cheshire cat grin
of a boy who doesn't know my name.

Life,
Should come with a CAUTION sign.
tw: daily struggles.
 Aug 2014 Jackeline Chacon
pixels
I binge on poems:
Poems about broken glass
And broken people.

I allow myself
A missed meal,
A forgotten snack.

How innocuous,
The blissfully ignorant
Rumble of my stomach.

But I don't starve,
Oh no-
I was a puker.

My greed takes over
In the haze of smoke
And the smell of his cologne.

I'm fine,
I'm fine,
I'm fine.

I'm too fat
To be sick,
Really.
thoughts only make sense when they are poems.
 Aug 2014 Jackeline Chacon
Erenn
The light illuminates us within
Gleaming through that translucent pride
Creating an obscure spectrum that we’re in
We are all fragile inside
Waiting for the day we die

We evade at what’s real
And fallen into the dusk
We realized it’s wrong to feel
But we still believe in trust

We crave for that night
When the Moon shines as bright as the Sun
Where Shooting Stars falling everywhere in sight
Where the Milky Way pours to the ground
Where Northern Lights stays until the sunrise

We try to find what was lost
Only to be remembered by what’s present
We can’t forget yesterday’s remorse
Only to find out that it’s permanent.



Erennwrites
I procrastinate alot. To the extent of losing friends and relationships. But It's never too late to change. You have to face the truth,accept it.
Accept Reality.
And Change.
I still love you dear
But I have another girl's moan
Ringing through my ears.
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