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Jeannery Jul 18
i am the beer bottle you're going to when you feel like drinking it, when you feel like everything's not okay and i am just one of those beer bottles you've thrown in the trash can. as the night went by, you're already home drinking a glass of sweet strawberry flavored champagne to wash away the bitter taste of the beer  you just drank. champagne is your home, the one you always go back to.





-Jeannery A.
and i am not your champagne.
Jeannery Jun 21
You went home
Drowned in alcohol and some *******
I was busy writing poem
Mother's shouting and asking you "are you insane?"


Deep down I know what's next
Mother's crying for a help
I memorized all of your patterns
You pulled her hair, one slap in her cheek, and a strong punch in her stomach.


Before you give her another punch,
I ran as fast as I could.
Have you lost yourself so much you forgot everything?
Does it satisfy you hurting the woman you married?


All I could do is to watch my mother weep
Hugged her wishing I could take away her pain
Giving him dagger looks and I finally said it
"Father, you failed as a husband and a daddy to look up to."


As you walked out of the living room,
I wished you walk out of our life too.
My heart doesn't have a space to forgive someone like you
We got too much, nothing but pain.



--Jeannery A.

Nothing hurts more when you see your mother cry.
Jeannery May 18
Half of the Summer,
You were not around
Maybe I'm waiting for a thunder,
Perhaps a sign that you're home bound.

Days without you are dry as dust
I had a hard time to adjust
Thousands of "I miss you" were sent
Honey, I really miss your sweet scent.

Even if you're away,
My soul belongs to you.
I'll meet you 4pm at the bay,
And together let's watch the sky change its hue.



--Jeannery A.

Summer sounds good when I'm with you, but you're not around. I'll wait for you, love. You'll be home, soon.
Jeannery Mar 24
From the broken home she still lives.
She goes out as if her home is perfect.
She goes out with her wide smile, then she pretends to be fine.
She goes home tired, straight to her bedroom then she cries

"What an unfair world I live in?" She whispered inside the dark and cold room she's in.




--jeannery a.

she's living the agony her father brought then  inside of a broken home is a cry of an anguished daughter
Jeannery Feb 10
It's good reminiscing every night
Remember the good times we had
It became my habit, looking back to our yesterday
It's just a happy memory

I feel the other way tonight
I realized something
Asked myself
"What if you're just being forced by the idea of my love?"

Maybe our ideas of love won't just click
If we still continue this, we'll be sick
I love you, I want reasons to stay
I hope you still feel the same way.




--jeannery a.




What if you're just being forced by the idea of my love? What if I'm just forcing you to love me more when you can't? Honey, help me. Those what if's are slowly killing.
Jeannery Jan 21
Hearing it makes me wonder,
How do I love that heart?
Will it make my heart apart?
Will it make me suffer?

I met you with that heart
We are the same
We're not the firsts
And it's hard




--jeannery a.


As katy perry said, "Comparisons are easily done once you've had a taste of perfection" and that hurts the most and that's just so true. How do we really love a secondhand heart?
Jeannery Dec 2018
funny the way we laugh
but we can't stay like that
some times we are rough
someone's always putting a dot

i hope you get it
but I think you don't, I bet
I want it to be fixed
I hate it, you broke us at six

tired, I'm losing my grip.
i dont wanna lose you.
but what can I do?
**** girl, you already tripped.

and now that we're over
i want you to remember
the night we kissed on november
wretched, I lost my lover.

--jeannery a.




an untitled poem for the person who gave me reasons to write again, and now she's giving me reasons to stop again but I've been thinking about it. The pain she gave, the more my words are becoming powerful. Oh, i need her like the poet needs pain. Untitled, x.
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