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Jenna Vaitkunas Oct 2016
I crave
you in the most
innocent of ways, you
do not understand the way you make
me feel
Jenna Vaitkunas Apr 2016
The tears of this world were left on the pavement
she sent out her friends to cry “it was you
who locked her in this airless enslavement
you cannot just take her because you want to

and the children of orange and yellow
tremble at the sound of her screams and her sighs
the saddened sound of the old man’s cello
is nothing compared to her sorrowful eyes
and yet she welcomes me with arms wide open
she forgets the heartache that she must bare
forgetting that, Yes! Her heart has been broken
letting the sun graze the tear stricken air
She whispered through the winds “please don’t cry for me,
Tears will leave me empty, drowning in my sea

Jenna Vaitkunas May 2014
A Response to Thought Catalog

Number One.
"She won't touch your stuff
because she doesn't want to do anything"
Which also includes leaving her bed
before six pm
meeting your friends
or seeing the movie you've been begging her to see
since the trailer came out last year

Number Two
"She'll probably forget you borrowed
money from her"
or to pay the bills,
or your birthday
or getting groceries

Number Three
"She's a cheap date"
more than likely because
she doesn't care where you go
but she wants to be back in her bed
the minuet she gets into your car
because now her insecurities
are buzzing in her ears
and clawing at her throat

Number Four
"She probably doesn't want to
meet your family"
sitting in her room terrified that
she's not good enough
that she will never be good enough
and they won't accept her

Number Five
"She will probably get drunk
and you can have *** with her"


Number Six
"You can get free drugs!"
she knows about her missing
pain pills and antidepressants
but she won't say a thing because
you love her, right?
it's selfish of her to think she needs those
she has you. right?

Number Seven
"She has poor memory
and a short attention span"
Unaware of whether its Monday or Thursday
or if she ate this week

Number Eight
"She won't talk that much"
instead she can soak up your words
and turn them against herself
until they infect her insides with acidic words
ugly/fat/ugly/stupid/ugly/useless/ugly/worthless

Number Nine
"She'll pamper you because
she's sensitive"
Here's the newest game you wanted
I hope it makes up for me not being good enough
Here's some money, go out with friends
I don't want to bring you down

Number Ten
"It'll make you look better"
She's a charity case
a lost cause
who lost herself
but she's *so lucky
she found you
She's like an accessory
that you drag around
she'll make you look perfect
won't she?
It's supposed to be simple.
Dating the dead girl walking.
besides the fact she'll
bawl her eyes out every time
you grab your keys
or the fact you have to deal with
the burden of having to hide
your mother's steak knives
so you can sleep in peace
without worrying whether
you will find her lifeless body
on your bathroom floor
Number ten
You can romanticize
the pain she goes through everyday
while her hourglass hearts
last grain of sand falls to the bottom
but you will NEVER
be able
to say you were the hero.
This probably sounds worse written than spoken but eh
Jenna Vaitkunas Dec 2015
MAYBE I'M JUST TOO IN LOVE WITH SOMEONE WHO DOESN'T WANT TO BE LOVED.
Jenna Vaitkunas Dec 2014
I feel more alone than ever
but Darling, you're not here.
You said you'd always be around
to catch accidental tears
and when my heart stops beating
you'll stand around my stone.
You'll say you always loved me.
You'll say I was your home.
I feel more alone than ever,
but my promise I will keep
'Cause I swore I'd always love you
even six feet under deep.
Jenna Vaitkunas Apr 2016
I can hear it louder now,
Its ticking once again.
I can hear my watching screaming
"Time is up for you my friend"
See poetry is not a gift
Nor a way of life
Poetry is gushing blood
When pulling out a knife
That knife was burrowed deep inside
It felt like it was the end
then he said, i take that back
Time is up for you my friend
The gushing blood screamed out to me
You cannot make this right
You can kick and you can scream
But this is not your fight
This is on his shoulders now
The weight does make him sick
Still he does not care on bit
That your watch no longer tics
Jenna Vaitkunas Apr 2016
I close my eyes and watch the streetlights pass through the sunroof
Day
Night
Day
Night
Passing quicker than i couldve ever imagined
I hope deep inside that it takes me to an alternate universe
Where he is not driving this car
I hope it takes me somewhere nice
When i open my eyes
I am a princess riding in my carriage to the park
I am still 4 years old
And the park is my courtyard
But i close my eyes
As the sunlight peaks through the branches
Day
Night
Day
Night
I find it wondrous that time can move so quickly but nothing has yet to change
***
Jenna Vaitkunas Apr 2016
He does not think he is beautiful
He does not speak when my hands travel the mapwork of his body under mine.
I mark my favorite places with my lips, several times to be sure theyre real.
Lips
Eyes
Nose
Bellybutton
Arms
Hands
Lips
Eyes
Nose
Bellybutton­
Arms
Hands
Lips
Eyes
Nose
Bellybutton
Arms
Hands
Again and again I want to show him he is loved
But he does not believe me
He does not believe me because
They are telling him no
Dont look in the mirror yet
But this morning you look beautiful
But you look so sad
So i try to kiss my favorite parts of you
But youre not here
Lips
Eyes
Nose
Bellybutton
Arms
Hands
Nothing
Nothing
Nothing
Nothing but air.
Jenna Vaitkunas Apr 2016
"You're a liar!" He said
"You fueled the fire that burned our house down but i am not afraid to build from the ashes. Hang scorched pictures of us on my walls and tuck the noose you tied for me under the bed with the other things we pretend never happened" and so he did.
Jenna Vaitkunas Jul 2013
There is no love
just lots of pain
the broken bones are deadly
this abuse is not your fault
so let it out and tell me

your stomach rumbles
people die
your family's getting sick
diseases going by
who knew hurt could come so quick

You're going through a struggle
You're getting really sick
You have no job or house to go to
your life is slipping quick
your family left you
all alone
here's some money
go call home
I think i wrote this in like 6th grade honestly but I got a lot of recognition for it so. Yay me. ;D
Jenna Vaitkunas Apr 2015
When you left, I didn't feel it,
I didn't feel a thing but sweet, sweet relief
and the breath I had been holding since you said "I love you"
left my body all at once.
All at once.
That's how it hit me.
The pain didn't creep up on me.
It hit me.
All.
at.
once.
full force at my throat
into my lungs, chasing the oxygen I had left
through my blood stream and out of my throat.
all.
at.
once.
It smelt like our first kiss.
Sloppy.
Awkward.
and *****.
not because we we're being ***** ourselves,
but we were, quite literally, *****, on the ground, next to the lake.
I wonder if anyone ate that pizza we left because we were so full of each other, we didn't have room to eat it.
Last week,
I couldn't breathe. I was walking home from work,
and it smelt like you.
It smelt like late nights in your car,
it smelt like Sunday mornings in your bed
when neither of us wanted to get up but your parents were going to be home soon.
it smelt like my high school parking lot, where you asked me to be your girlfriend, and I barely responded because I could not stop smiling.
it smelt like hello and sunshine and summer.
it smelt like goodbye and cold and winter.
and it smelt like you and it hit me,
all.
at.
once.








and it's over.
Jenna Vaitkunas Feb 2016
Remember to breathe,
breathe in slow and deep,
remember how they smell
and the way it makes your heart feel.

Remember to hold your tongue
when they talk about someone else,
When they talk about love
as if you never knew love,
Hold your tongue

Remember this wasn't clothes pulling, skin touching love,
this was soft breathing, fluttery heart love,
the kind of love you find with your best friend,
before you mention that you don't want the other kind of love.

Remember that love is not always kind,
It was that 13 missed calls, 8 voicemails later love,
it was the I cannot marry you, but man, I wish I could love.

Remember that doesn't matter
because you love them,
Love.
stop pretending you don't
and love them
Love
I have your clothes packed in a cardboard box
Love
She has your clothes draped across her back
Love
I have not slept in three days
Love



is not a *** toy
it does not like to be ****** with.
Jenna Vaitkunas Jan 2015
I miss you.
I know that is not
what you wanted
but, I miss you.
They told me life
wasn't a wish granting factory.
If that is true,
how did you cease to be?
Leaving no memory or trace
of the broken heart that
could have healed mine.

I think of you.
I know that's not
what you wanted
but, I think of you.
I see you in the mirrors
in my eyes, although you are free
you scream and scream and scream
begging to God to erase your existence.

I wonder if you are me.
I know that's not what you wanted
but, I see myself in you.
I hear the words you once screamed
yet never screamed at all,
my grandmother said that
God doesn't always give us
what we want but always what we need.
So, I wonder why he took you,
and every memory you had imprinted upon this earth.
16 years earlier,
your mother holds what was once a positive,
but this time around it is not.
I know this is what you wanted.
so why do you weep twinning tears,
to match those of your mother?
" I don't want to **** myself. I just want to cease existing, as if I never was born"
Jenna Vaitkunas Dec 2014
I remember how much it hurt

I remember letting myself fall in love with him
even though I could almost taste her lip gloss
when his lips brushed my own

I remember how warm his hands were
in my own
on my face
on my stomach
on my arm
when he kissed me
he lit fires that burned down houses
that resided in my veins

bittersweet memories are better than none.
add more or nah, I haven't quite figured it out yet.
Jenna Vaitkunas Jul 2013
It was silly,
I felt stupid,
You had a grasp on my heart,
and my palms were sweating
even tho you barely muttered "hello"

So many times
I thought this one or that one
and for once it felt different
So I turned to my friend
and said
This one

like looking in the shop's front window
Wishing this time
I could get what I want
but they scold me
and tell me I don't want that
It's ******* anyways

**"It's just a crush"
*******......like this poem
Jenna Vaitkunas Jun 2015
They told me not to love her
But ******* she was beautiful.
The kind of beautiful that reminds you of home.
When you were young and the streetlights were your curfew.
I've been watching them turn on
But I don't know where to go
Because home was her smile, her arms, her.
So I've been sleeping on the street where we used to meet
Hoping she'll turn up
And let me get lost in her puppy dog eyes.
I hear she's with you now
And i know she is so ******* beautiful
But I'm telling you,
Do not love her
Because the streetlights will come on
And you won't know where to go.
Jenna Vaitkunas Dec 2014
I hate when you text me at 3 a.m
when you've had too much to drink
because your mind is jumbled
and you can barely walk on your own
and its the only ******* time you think of me
Jenna Vaitkunas Jul 2013
5 years old
She wants to be a princess
elegant, sweet, and beautiful
Daddy said she'd always be his princess

7 years old
She wants to be a musician
to write songs
and tell daddy she misses him
(
She doesn't want to be a princess)

11 years old
She wants to be a warrior
to fight off the mean people
that took her sister
because she was sad
(
they told her she couldn't sing)

15 years old
She wants to be an angel
She gave up on everything
they told her she wasn't good enough
(
the mean people want to take her too*)
Jenna Vaitkunas Jul 2014
I don't mind
When you text me at 3 a.m
When you've had too much to drink
Because it means
That even though your mind was jumbled
And you could barely walk on your own
I was still on your mind
Jenna Vaitkunas Sep 2013
Everyday's a reminder
of when you left this world
and i didn't know what to say
Jenna Vaitkunas Jan 2015
With him, everything is just extremes
Because he makes me extremely happy and he makes me extremely sad
There's no in between
He has the power to make me feel
Like the sun is shuning for me
And the sunrise is something he drew
But this means he can crush everything I am
Until I'm shards of glass
Scattered on the floor
He's the type of boy
That can make June feel like the middle of November
But he makes my heart feel like I'm falling off the tallest tower
I'm falling into all that he is
I suppose they end the same
Jenna Vaitkunas Aug 2013
I was climbing this wall trying to get to you
a wall of rusty nails and barbed wire
I'd climb a little bit and then
I'd loose my footing
a couple feet lost
and I'm closer to the bottom
further away from you
Fight for it soldier
you yelled
Watching me below you
but i kept falling while
the people who surrounded you
pushed me down
and my fellow soldiers below
fighting their own battles
told me they needed help
and my battle was useless
so I let go
I loosened my grasp on the wall
and fell to the depths below
the bottom
but I did not know
that above me
where you stood
there were mean people
holding you against your will
and you wanted me to save you
you yelled for me
and I let go
and I left you there
i thought you wanted me to fight
to be worthy of you
but really you said
Fight for me soldier
because you needed to be saved
Jenna Vaitkunas Jun 2013
i sit and read
and read and sit
wonder what you meant by it

who you wanted to impress
i need to get this off my chest

I write some words
not one not two
every word i write's 'bout you

a simple thought i push away
much to foolish,, unwanted ways

I wish and hope
and dream you'll say
a few fresh lines  you wrote today

of tragic love and hopeless dreams
of  butterflies and shakey knees

to conceal a secret for my mind
a bittersweetened lullaby

do not cry or scream and shout
i ask one thing
Figure it out.
Jenna Vaitkunas Jul 2013
what do you see?
when you look into my eyes.
the start of something new,
or your past I so despise?
Do you see my secrets?
floating like a ghost.
Do you really like my voice?
or is this just hoax?

I really can't remember,
what you said on that day
it passed by so quickly
what was I supposed to say?
that after you showed the world
the beauty that you hold
That I wanted something to become
a story to unfold?
but that's not how it happens
in silence we drove home.
I wonder what I could've said
where we could've roamed
to create another story
erasing all the lies.
I wonder what could've become,
the memories, good times.

So tell me now, what are you thinking?
my secrets you now hold.
and everything I've ever said
is everything you loathe.
Tell me to wander somewhere else
and find another heart,
tell me I'm young and reckless,
they've said it from the start.

I won't forget you,
not at all,
your name,
your face,
the way you call
my name
it sounds like once before
when everything seemed flawless
cliche eh?
Jenna Vaitkunas Nov 2013
You died around this time last year
I didn't go to your wake
I didn't say goodbye
I hope you forgive me

You died around this time last year
I never went to your grave
I don't know where it is
I was scared to find out
I hope you forgive me

You died around this time last year
I wrote to your family
I hope they got my letter
It took me awhile to write it
I never said I cared
I hope you forgive me
**11-23-12**
Jenna Vaitkunas Nov 2017
I know it's hard for you.
I know you try but you can't possibly understand what it's like to have the weight of someone else hold you down and pull consent from your lips like the lyrics of their favorite song.

I sat in the shower until my skin itched and burned a smoldering red and the water ran cold because all I wanted was to feel CLEAN again.
I packed up everything I loved and drove hundreds of miles to feel SAFE again.
I will not lie to you...... both of those things have yet to happen.

And I know it's hard for you.
Because you are strong and people believe what you say.
You have never had to defend your innocence and purity.
You never had to defend what you were wearing. Even to bed.

So I understand what you mean when you tell me it gets better.
But YOU don't actually know this.
You don't know what it's like to wake up every night from the same nightmare.
Sweating and crying because for some reason yo think he's still there.
The weight of his body holding you down and drawing consent from your lips like his favorite song.

I know it's hard for you.
But have you ever considered that it's harder for me?
I've been hiding these sensitive poems so here they are I guess
God
Jenna Vaitkunas Dec 2014
God
I looked God in the eyes and I saw the fury
I saw the fire burning and I knew what was coming
I heard his voice boom but no words were coming out

God looked me in the eyes and he saw the indifference
He saw the light in my eyes diminish
along with the faith I had instilled in him

I looked God in the eyes and I saw the disappointment
I saw the ghost of tears he would have shed
if this was the first time I had failed him

God looked me in the eyes and he saw the fear
He saw me tremble with every breath he took
he heard my heart fail and start again

I looked God in the eyes and I spoke
I saw his expression change before I heard my words
"*******, you cannot fire me, I quit"

I took the sharp knife of his actions - or lack there of
and I slit my throat with trembling hands

I looked God in the eyes and I watched him laugh
He spoke words that shook my bones
I felt my heart begin to beat again

"My dear child, you cannot quit, only I decide who begins and finishes,
and right now is not your time"
uhm?
Jenna Vaitkunas Jul 2013
Poems are stupid
like that boy I thought I liked
but he kinda ******
idk ive had no sleep
Jenna Vaitkunas Jul 2013
my hands shake
as I place a single candle
on top of a store bought cupcake
it doesn't mean much anymore

I take out my lighter
and light the wick
staring at the flame
as in flicks
lighting the shadows in my dark room

I start to sing
choking on the words
trying not to cry
or wake anybody up

"Happy birthday to me
Happy birthday to me
Happy birthday, dear Jenna
Happy birthday to me"


I try to blow out the candle
one pathetic attempt after another
until I finally succeed
I wish to simply disappear
like i never existed
to save my family and friends
from the heartache

and i quietly clap to myself
tears streaming down my cheeks
but i know this isn't my last year
and next year I'll make the same wish
*over and over
Jenna Vaitkunas Sep 2013
He was a balloon
that some girl had let go
out of my reach
and he couldn't save himself
Jenna Vaitkunas Mar 2015
On March 28th
you said your last goodbye
You sat wet, drenched, in your own tears
and the bath water that almost stole your breath away
like she used to when she filled silence with
I need you
You need to know she is not the reason
the sun rises in the morning,
she did not paint the sunset for you.
art is not always beautiful
and her eyes weren't as blue as you remember
you said they were like the sky
but know the sky in a sick sense
is just a trick light plays on our eyes.

Today is April first,
you are going to her house
to get the last pieces of you left on her basement floor
and I half expect her to say
April fools, and kiss you like she used to
but he answers the door and hands you a box
and you walk away.
I write you a poem
and read it to my class
they nod and discuss how its about love
and how it feels unfinished,
I just don't want you to die tonight.
Jenna Vaitkunas Jul 2014
I'm dying.
I knew I was dying from the start.
I was reckless,
I knew I was dying so I took risks.
I took chances,
I knew I was dying so I didn't care.
I was heartless,
I knew I was dying so it didn't matter.
I was generous,
I knew I was dying so I gave my all.
I was living,
I knew I was dying so I did what I wanted.
I was falling,
I knew I was dying but I tripped and fell
and I happened to fall right into your arms.
you are the worst thing that's ever happened to me.
Because I knew I was dying,
but you made me want a little more time.
Jenna Vaitkunas Nov 2017
One morning I held a funeral for no one else to see;
Laying in my full sized coffin I mourned the loss of me.

When I left my body and I scrubbed away my sin;
Took one last look down at my shell- now tired, worn, and thin.

I'm lost now in an empty hall of a haunting memory;
An in between, my own little hell, of his smile following me.
this ones new- rhymes?
Jenna Vaitkunas Jul 2015
If you ask me...
The stars have been disappearing one by one since you stopped answering my texts
And my car veers a little towards your street whenever I pass
even though I know youre not there.
My hands aren't on the wheel anymore
and I can hear the brakes screeching but then it's silent
and for a moment.


You love me again
Hahahaahaha why.
Jenna Vaitkunas Jan 2015
Those words have been abused
Mistreated
                                            Overused
I'm so sick of wondering
If I
      Am
             Just
                    Like
                            Them
September 4, 2014
Jenna Vaitkunas Sep 2013
I'm too young to understand,
the troubles of life,
the troubles of boys,
I'm too young to make you happy.
Jenna Vaitkunas Dec 2013
Walking away was useless.

They never came after me
because they knew
I'd always turn around
and come right back.


Mostly because I had nowhere else to go.
Jenna Vaitkunas Nov 2013
I never quite understood
why you wanted that girl,
the one who wore too much lipstick
and flirted with your best friend.

I never quite understood
why I never bothered to say hi
whenever you walked by
or picked me up in your car.

You see,
I never quite understood
why I wanted you to want me
and wanted you to forget about that girl,
who wore too much lipstick
and flirted with your best friend.

I was never quite sure
why you wanted someone
who didn't care
about your favorite movies,
or books,
or people.

I never quite understood
how I would never get to study you,
underlining the most important parts
over the softness of your skin.

I never quite understood
why I thought what I thought
or how I felt what i felt
when I looked at you
and you didn't look back.
Jenna Vaitkunas Sep 2013
I noticed
          The way you stared
                   You tried to hide it
But I noticed

I noticed
        How you apologized quickly
                       I shrugged it off
But I noticed

I noticed*
         I said the wrong thing
                    you laughed it off
but I noticed

I noticed
             the sad glances or smiles
                          you'd try and play it off
But I noticed

I noticed
         I am an Anchor made of glass
                      thrown off the edge
                           you try to stop me from sinking
                                           but you can't stop when I shatter
Jenna Vaitkunas Aug 2013
it's like this
you are at this place
maybe it's your first time
maybe you've been here a million times
and its filled with strangers all around you

it's like you shuffle past
and try not to focus on them
because like I said
They're strangers

you listen to the music
that blares out
as your favorite band
stands in front of you

and as everyone around you
screams the words
the chorus and the verses
the instrumentals and just smiling

you realize that these aren't strangers at all
these are the family members you haven't met
the best friends awaiting to be found
and the memories awaiting to happen

but it all starts there
in that one venue
with that one band
when you realize

sometimes its not what you wear
or who you talk to
it's not the color of your skin
or the people you dream of kissing

it's those two minuets and fifty seconds*
when we all forget about being strangers
and it's like we have known each other forever
it's the moment i could live in forever

Everyone is smiling
singing the words
to the song they fell in love with
by the band who stole their hearts

all these different people
with all the same hopes
the same thing got them
through the terrible weather

and I realized in that moment
I was not just a speck of dust
in a universe of greater things
I was part of a whole

I was part of something so much bigger
that even the most complicated
nor simplest minds could understand
It's as if

In that moment I realized
that band needed us
as much as we needed them
and I didn't feel so small after all
This poem wasn't only inspired by my concert experiences but specifically by the best I've had, I dedicate this poem to Silent Stories for always being there when I was upset, whether it was through their music, or even occasionally in person. I don't think they realize the impact they've had on me as a whole. I remember times where I'd be extremely upset and so done with everything and I'd press play and my favorite song would come on and I could just barely mumble the words i knew so well but I did it and I made it threw the city, the four tracks that have picked me up over and over again and never got sick of doing so. I remember the first time I met Nick Reynolds, I wanted to take guitar to be like my dad and he was basically my guitar teacher for a good amount of time, along with the actual teacher and a few other kids but he worked with me and a small group. I stopped adoring my dad after I realized he wasn't going to call anymore and that it had been months since he said hello. and that was the year I decided I liked guitar and that Nick was a good guitarist and I wanted to be like him. He has become such a great person and guitarist since then, It has been quite a while but well worth it because I have found something I love. I remember the day my aunt had committed. It was during a silent stories show. I checked my Facebook and saw the posts, not too long after, I got the call. It was before Silent Stories was up so I walked outside and sat behind a tree, terribly upset. I remember the band walking out and flicking on the headlights to the car, right in front on me, where they practiced jumps and guitar tricks and flips as I watched quietly. as soon as they were done they were on their way in to play their set and I just felt like I couldn't move but I remember Adam stopping and looking down at me as if he knew and he just kinda said to me "you gunna come inside?" It was simple just a question but it made me feel better because I didn't even think they noticed I was there struggling not to break down. It's these moments I remember and every moment in the crowd at their shows in different venues, different states, different cities, that I realized I'm not as alone as I feel at times and maybe I'm a stranger to that crowd when I walk through that door but we're a family as soon as that first note is played.


*The song referred to is here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PjbnN0IGOJg
**Band Referred to;
Twitter: https://twitter.com/Silent_Stories
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/silentstories
Youtube: http://www.youtube.com/user/silentstoriesband/videos
Jenna Vaitkunas Apr 2016
The uncertainty of the first moment.
The hesitant step forward and your lips against mine.
The awkward laugh and shifting of weight
I promise  I promise
a silent contract shared between two energies,
moving in harmony together, dancing at the thought
I promise  I promise
I traced the goosebumps on your skin with my lips,
reading the braille your body sent out to me,
going over it with my fingertips to seal the deal.
I promise  I promise
I'm a bandaid, you'll toss me once you stop bleeding
or maybe if you bleed too much
I promise  I promise
you're not that temporary
this means so much more
I don't want you to go
I promise  *I promise
What did we even promise?
Jenna Vaitkunas Jan 2015
These words don't have any significance,
I see your eyes light up
as I say this once more.
But the taste is too familiar.
These words are razor blades
cutting into my throat.

I wrote a poem about you.

I hate to see you smile when I say this
because honestly,
I am the Taylor Swift of poets.
I have written poems about you
and five "yous" before yourself.

I know it is hard to believe
but I mean every word scribbled on this
ink filled,
tear stained,
coffee marked
napkin,
that I wrote on our first date.

and I mean every word neatly printed on that
water damaged,
slightly wrinkled,
late in arrival,
card,
The I wrote on her 16th birthday.

I mean every word I have
scribbled,
printed,
typed,
into neat little lines
for you
and her
and him
and her
and you
and him
and her
and you were not the first.
Jenna Vaitkunas Sep 2013
her laugh, her smile, her cry
one day will belong to someone new
maybe they'll be like her
different from me, different from you
Maybe they'll be like that lovely girl
the one who's name was simply there
the girl who hated so much of the world
she cursed at the wind, she tugged at her hair
Julia, my Julia, sweeter than our summer's grow
Your smile spreads to others faces
and even so a beautiful face
for curious eyes to wander places
far to vast for me to find
a meaning in my Julia's smile
i couldn't understand her then
and even now, it may take a while
for me to understand my Julia
to run the fields of green and gold
slightly feeling the itch of summer
keeping up with Julia, watching the hills fold
She turns a bit as they write it down
she smiles in her endless sleep
dreams of laughing there with me
and in the distance here the beep
the monitors run flat again
and quietly they planned the date
not a soul knew just then
of when my Julia met her fate
Jenna Vaitkunas Jan 2015
I'm not going to tell you there is no God.
But, I AM going to let you in on a little secret.
God believes in the faithful.
God stopped believing in me,
the exact moment I stopped believing in him.
I was 6 years old.
Nobody told me much about God.
just to pray every night
and thank him for what you have got.
I called out for him to make it okay again,
and he returned my calls with silence and dialtones.
I wish I knew then
what I know now.
God is not a wish granting factory.
I wish someone had told me sooner
Jenna Vaitkunas Jun 2014
I think that looks can really ****
Because in a matter of seconds when you walked by
My heart
Beat faster
And Faster
And Faster
And Faster
Until
It
Just
**Stopped.
Jenna Vaitkunas Jan 2015
I cannot say that you don't love me
But I swear you stay a few seconds less every time
And  I find you leaning away
more often than leaning in
And your hand fumbles for my zipper
More than it does for my hand
And I know you say you love me
But I also know you thought you loved her
You tend to say things you don't mean often
September 24, 2014
Jenna Vaitkunas Sep 2013
il tuo sorriso,
come le stelle sopra di noi stasera
Non credo che potrei abbastanza confrontare
il modo in cui i tuoi occhi brillano alla luce della luna pallida
essi sono di colore blu
sono sempre stati
ma è diverso questa volta
perché questa volta ti piaccio troppo
questa volta siamo completamente persi
in un mondo tutto nostro
ma mi rendo conto di minuetti dopo
sveglio nel mio letto
lacrime sulle mie guance
era solo un sogno
e questo è tutto ciò che non potrà mai verificarsi
English Translation:
your smile,
as the stars above us tonight
I do not think I could quite compare
the way your eyes sparkle to the pale moonlight
they are blue
they always have been
but it's different this time
because this time you like me too
this time we are completely lost
in a world of our own
but I become aware of minuets after
awake in my bed
tears on my cheeks
it was just a dream
and this is all that will never occur


Wanted to try some other language writing although i had to look some words up c:
Jenna Vaitkunas Feb 2014
Some people like to wish on candles
Placed carefully on frosted cakes
marked with the words "Happy Birthday"
but how happy can a birthday be
if you are making wishes to ask for more?  
For Father to come home and bring a treat
for mother to stop crying and get out of bed
but you know that dad isn't coming back
and mom hasn't been the same since he left

Some people like to wish on stars
streaking across the universe
most likely about to hit earth
and to completely destroy something.
what a shame, it's so beautiful
and it holds all our deepest secrets
so why must it crash and take our dreams with them?
I wrote this to use as an experiment for my web design class, turns out I liked it enough to post.
Jenna Vaitkunas Jan 2015
I think I lost my inspiration
the same night I lost you
because what the hell's a poet
without their ******* muse?
Jenna Vaitkunas Jul 2013
I looked at her
and I whispered
I'm not just sad
I'm lonely
in the most crowded rooms
and broken
because the glue won't hold
and i hate passing mirrors
because my inside
shows on the out
when I look into the glass

She stared at me
and simply said
"You don't look depressed"

I looked up and laughed
"I'm sorry, Did I forget my raincloud today?"
*stabs eyeball for being an awful poem*
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