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Jaee Derbéssy Aug 2014
I grab a chair
and sit in front of my mirror,
I say to myself,
"What the ****, bro?
What's wrong with you?
Where did that smile go?
All I see is someone
who grew bitter."

Not knowin'
who the **** I am anymore,
I feel like I'm just
a ******' walking ghost.
I've always been the one
who people always
ignored.

I truly don't know
at what time
I got lost..
Maybe it was when
I decided to drown
myself
in my own depression.

"Don't give up,
always fight for your dreams"
goes the saying.

Blood no longer
running through
my veins,
both of my hands
are chained
to the ground,
forced
to only feel shame.

My wrists are numb,
no longer
feeling any kind of pain.

Knowing that the man
that's the reflection
no longer recognizes
the man who is looking
at the mirror.

Knowing that the man
in the mirror
and his reflection
are no longer
the same.
Jaee Derbéssy Aug 2014
Dear Diary,

I can't believe it's over..
I really did believe
that she was
"The One".
Jaee Derbéssy Aug 2014
Is as if fate placed us both
at the same time,
at the same place,
with the same hope:
To find love.

With your long,
and beautiful blonde hair,
dazzling blue eyes,
and such enchanting smile.

And as you walked closer
to I,
my knees finally
has a taste of
what an Earthquake was,
my heart raced
tremendously fast,
as if it didn't know
what stopping was,
my face red
as a rose,
as though the rose
made eternal
passionate love
to my face.
But as soon as you spoke,
I knew divinity did existed.

I knew that you were
the kind of woman
that a man
would spend an entire life
wanting to love
endlessly and unconditionally.
  Aug 2014 Jaee Derbéssy
Jedd Ong
Scares even the
Moonlight away—
His only friend
The artificial
Eight-pronged
Sun of street lamps
Marking "X"
His position.

I'm quite sure he's
Undocumented—
Perhaps a new age
Nightcrawler only,
Not powerful at all.

I can see
His hands—
How they yearn
To clutch something more
Than the cigarettes
And the rosaries
That line his left and right
Ring fingers—
Shapeshift and
Solidify—
Take heart.

Behind him is
The old Senate,
To be converted to
A museum—

His name swallowed up
By the hollow grandeur
Of a once great Nation's
Emptied stronghold.
Jaee Derbéssy Aug 2014
You were leaving.
I begged.
You left.

You lied.
I believed.
Horribly I felt.

I suffered.
You didn't care.
You left,
not a single bye.

Confused.
Heartbroken.
Wondering why?

You thought.
He left.
You cried.

No love.
He played.
You tried.

Again?
Work it out?
No ******* way!

You ****** up.
Hope you understand.
Okay?
Jaee Derbéssy Aug 2014
I have emotions
locked away in my journal.
Knowing when I die,
my ashes will fly,
but my written emotions
will be eternal.
I choose not to
let them free,
'cause I know if I do
they'll be on a
rampage.
Jaee Derbéssy Aug 2014
What do you know
of a
great love?

Have you ever
loved
a woman
until milk leaks
from her,
as though she has
given
birth to love
itself?

Have you ever
tasted
a woman
until she believed
that
she could be
satisfied
only by consuming
the tundra
that
devoured her?

Have you ever
loved a
woman
so completely
that
the sound
of your voice in her ear
can cause
her body
to shatter
and explore
such an
intense pleasure
that
only weeping
could bring her
full release?
Don Juan DeMarco.
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