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Sep 2016 · 650
Missed you
Jennifer Sep 2016
I've missed you
From the ripples of your voice buried under the tidal waves of the concrete jungle
I've missed you
From the oceanic drifts of desire that wades in the pool of mad passion
I've missed you
From the piles of the unsaid lines of scripted words which were not meant to be uttered
Where it shall be silent,
And I will still be waiting
To have missed you.
She misses him, waiting for his return to her palace
Apr 2016 · 1.9k
Story of a Poetic Nomad
Jennifer Apr 2016
I am a wanderlust nomad,
moving constantly from the empty, black hole,
to the radiant, shining cradle in my mind's eye.

I am a surviving nomad,
balancing the sword on the tip of my heart,
keeping it from cutting its delicate flesh.

I am a nostalgic nomad,
making trips back and forth in the
box of memories that I have chained them to.

I am always a solitary nomad,
searching, exploring and investigating,
the beautiful and ugly portions of
my  multi-dimensional soul
Travelling beyond the borders of the soul, but within the borders of my geographical location
Jennifer Apr 2016
Derive the joy, magic and warmth of addition by connecting your soul to another's, yet remain independent as singular souls.

Meet the interference of envious, bitter and resentful subtraction which gives the process of separation from the souls you have connected to.

Both opposing forces with obstinate motivations coordinate unconsciously for the creation of an entrance-exit cycle in human interaction.

The pinnacle of human interaction is interceded by multiplication who compounds the congregation of the independent souls into a cohesive unit called groups and eventually society and nation.

Nevertheless met by the malevolent, destructive energy of division which ruthlessly breaks apart the products nurtured by multiplication, smashing them with propaganda, discrimination, and segregation.

O' how I exclaim that division is the truly nefarious power.
Sentiments about the present degeneration of society.
Apr 2016 · 614
Coveting Sovereignty
Jennifer Apr 2016
Unperturbed by the indignance,
Aghast by the resounding negligence.
What is called the irreconcilable dissonance,
Of the reticent appearance permeating its covenants.
Mar 2016 · 1.1k
New Moon Phase
Jennifer Mar 2016
It's coming to a rest.

Welcome new beginnings.

The transformation has just completed.

Time for New Phase.
Feb 2016 · 1.8k
Performers, dreamers,
Jennifer Feb 2016
Grace flows between her fingers,

As her body flows with the rhythmic beat of the song,

Feeling inches and inches of passion growing inside her limbs,

As she loses herself in the beautiful dance of perfection
Inspired after watching the movie of "Black Swan"
Feb 2016 · 1.9k
The unspoken Farewell
Jennifer Feb 2016
A camaraderie that was too hard to forget,

But too easy to vanish.

Be safe, my friend.
Dedicated to a friend who has travelled across the world to fulfill dreams, explore oneself and amass new vistas of thoughts, perspectives and experiences.
Jan 2016 · 484
The conclusion
Jennifer Jan 2016
The discovery ended not by a high note of exclamation for its celebration, but merely a simplistic, low key note of gratitude.

Amen, Praise the Lord that answers were revealed.
The sudden insights (with grace from the Lord) had been very refreshing for my inner soul.
Jennifer Jan 2016
Conjugation between our heart's desire and of the Lord's,
As we seek forgiveness and build our Spirit,
Regaining His trust to help Him in completing His mighty will,
Being fully equipped for His economy.
Happy New Year.
Not skilled yet but learning the grips of poetry composition
Nov 2015 · 985
The Woman
Jennifer Nov 2015
Sweet as the pantries,
She basked herself in a fanciful coating of clothes and accessories,
Longing to find what she termed her "Identity" in her self-proclaimed journey of seeking Truth.

Basing herself upon these coatings,
The sweetness, the addictive tone of hanging on to the securities of being visually appealing had been the sole thought harnessed in her underutilized mind.
"What should I wear?" "Am I looking too ugly in this?".... undisclosed, subtle yet toxic cycle of thoughts kept protruding from the braincentre.
Things unkempt, bottles scattered over the floor, food wrappers uncleaned....she continued glorifying herself with her trance-like state of consciousness: Calling it "Nirvana" as she glanced over her new list of Boy-friends on Facebook.

While ignoring being a  pejoratory display to others, she went on profusely with her self-consuming obssession on "Beautification"....with few occassions of gaining a few disapproving glints of nostalgia from her used-to-be down-to-earth mates.

******: Her work was disorganized, she was casted out from the team she used to collaborate with on a Science project, and became merely an alluring visual representation for pack of hungry alpha wolves.

Disintegration, down to the floor her teardrops were drained from her tearducts as she pushed every bottle of her exclusive make-up products away. "Useless, worthless...."the self-degenerating dictionary of vocabulary swarmed her psyche, attacking every single optimistic living cell in her.

Few days had passed when she found herself sleeping on the cold, hard, unrelenting floor. With a slow recovering stance, she gets up with the final thought of taking a chocolate bar for sugar.

Now she is a healthy, spiritual woman committed in empowering others to find their true identity
Note that it is only a work of fiction. Any occurrences close to its resemblance to this are only purely is coincidental.
Jennifer Jul 2015
The summation of incredible moments of unsubstantiated ecstasy we both once shared
Are only to be realized on the aftermath
Of cold, solid reality that it is ceased on the resounding note of tragedy
Wells of tears unseen, piles of letters unsent, composition of melodies unfinished,
Unspoken desires to be fathomed silently on the backs of a lonely romantic, idealistic mind
Who dances solemnly on these fragile footsteps of a love,
That is forever lost, non-refundable, and unattainable.
An intuitive inspiration to compose this poem to those who are like-minded souls in love like me.
May 2015 · 675
Holding on
Jennifer May 2015
Inner voices,
Contradicting wants and desires,
Screaming, Crying, Breaking apart,
Then smiling, calming down, and recompose.

A sickening yet relief feeling,
That one is so split and divided inside,
Holding on to a mysterious path,
That is yet to be fully unfolded.
May 2015 · 1.7k
Life's survival kit
Jennifer May 2015
You fall down,
Feeling naked, bared,

You get up again,
Feeling hopeful, positive and enthusiastic

The cycle repetitively continues,
Until we realize
That we can choose to always remind ourselves to get up before we fall down
Feeling inspired by life's challenges to move on
Dec 2014 · 978
Unrequited
Jennifer Dec 2014
I initiated the confession,

A confession marked by much importance of my feelings to you.

Only a page long, and unromantic as it is, presented on a blank Word Document.

A confession planned for years,

As my mind was pressuring itself, searching for the most appropriate words to be put across.

They were sent.

All sent to the rightful owner who deserves to hear the honesty, sincerity and generosity of a naive yet passionate girl in love,

It ended in an awkward pose.

With no sincere reply, but a mere greeting to imply that I should give up.

I knocked my head a few times,

But there was no revelation.

I imagined myself being stabbed to death,

But nothing was telling me to stop.

Then I thought,

"How could it stop when my heart has stopped functioning long ago?"

I cried.
This poem depicts the persona's desperation for the lover's reciprocation for her declaration of love through a written confession.
Dec 2014 · 775
Amor Fati
Jennifer Dec 2014
This was a rendezvous that was forbidden by the Heavens, Earth and Hell.
There was never any sign of anyone approving it, not even my doubtful but hurtful heart.
It was too late; the feelings are bind to the spell that has been going out for years.
The remedy, the spell to break it, was gone buried deep within the unknown void space we call the Universe.
Only hold on to the present, forget the past,
These words echoing in my head like a loudspeaker, but herald no effect on my addiction,
*****, unpolished, impure, I am a jewel that sits undiscovered in the dark.
Waiting the opportunities that prevail but seem too far away,
And grasping to one thing they call Destiny.
Bad, bad, bad; but we think we are good
But aren’t we repeating the same mistakes we did?
Can’t we just accept our fate as star-crossed lovers?
That lays not a finger on each other, but desires that single touch and kiss.
Warmth it boils inside us, but cold we give off each other,
Do we prefer to implode than explode?
Never mind, the pain that accumulates,
This is an intoxicating game,
That witnesses both our attitude in playing it.
Until you die,
Do not exit the game yet.
Because I want us to work together,
To ****** this enchanted curse.
A poem that elucidates the heart that is unable to achieve what it yearns for

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