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Nov 2015 · 3.4k
Forgive Yourself
Jenny Nov 2015
Its easy to forgive the faults and failings of our friends
For love makes it so simple -if some word or deed offends
We try to understand them- for we know the inside out
And if we love them very much we cannot blame or doubt ...
Its just a little harder to forgive an enemy ,or someone who has censured us or done an injury
Its hard to overlook it and be loving,sweet and kind,although we know we've got to,to preserve our peace of mind.....
But to forgive yourself!
why,that's the hardest thing of all
We all do things that we regret,the strongest sometimes fall
We call ourselves all sorts of names ,how angry we can get with self-reproach and worrying and useless,vain regret....
Yet when we whip ourselves like this ,we break our forces down,it robs us of our self-respect,turns smiles into a frown .....
If God forgives us surely there is nothing we can do
We've seen our fault and paid the price and learnt the lesson too....
So banish it this very day and cast it from your heart
Forgive yourself,forgive yourself and make another start.
Nov 2015 · 874
Shadows
Jenny Nov 2015
The candlelight flings funny shapeless shadows on the wall
And when I put the candle out the queer moon shadows fall
The sun casts shadows on the lawn when there are trees around
Like strips of blackness painted on the green and shiny ground...
And in the country when a cloud obscures the blazing sun-across the golden fields of corn the dancing shadows run
And so it seems in daily life the shadows come and go
We cannot have the light with out the shadow,this we know.
And so when cares depress you and you cannot see a gleam
Remember shadows are not quite as dark as they may seem.
Oct 2015 · 881
The perfect Host
Jenny Oct 2015
Cut my conscious believing
Feed me to the sharks
But don't give them my heart
Give me peace of mind
Let my soul rest in the clutches of a forbidden dinesty  
I'll invite you over
I'll be the perfect host
I'll give you such a good time
You'll be left hanging on the edge
Better not fall!
Watch your step from the very moment you enter.
I do care about you to a certain extent

I have long died
So I've watch your life from a distance
Nothing truly captivating,but you're the perfect specimen
One I can devour
You seem so weak and fragile though
I'll be bold while I indulge in your poor soul
I'm no grim reaper
I'm the perfect host ******!
And I just won't enjoy your flesh as much as I'll enjoy your delicate soul.
Notes (optional)
Aug 2015 · 369
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Jenny Aug 2015
You were my cup of tea
I drink coffee now. :|
Aug 2015 · 532
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Jenny Aug 2015
His walks were valiant
That's how he paraded in my mind
A unique specimen,that could only be found on the edge of something sublime
The way the words rolled out of his mouth like dice,and funny enough he always hit a double 6!
He was always armored and ready for lifes bitter-sweet rivals.
But when I dug deep beneath into his soul I found his heart,it was warm
His heart is the one place I had to journey to
I needed to know the source of his strength and greatness!
So he spoke about kissing my delicate flower
I told him those kisses are wicked and he told me. That its the door way to my soul
I couldn't. Fathom why he wanted to enter
And he told me that he needed to find my heart because he needed to know the source of my strength and greatness!
That's what happened when he saw himself in me and further dug deeper,not to know who I was,but to further know who he was!
Aug 2015 · 398
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Jenny Aug 2015
His walks were valiant
That's how he paraded in my mind
A unique specimen,that could only be found on the edge of something sublime
The way the words rolled out of his mouth like dice,and funny enough he always hit a double 6!
He was always armored and ready for lifes bitter-sweet rivals.
But when I dug deep beneath into his soul I found his heart,it was warm
His heart is the one place I had to journey to
I needed to know the source of his strength and greatness!
So he spoke about kissing my delicate flower
I told him those kisses are wicked and he told me. That its the door way to my soul
I couldn't. Fathom why he wanted to enter
And he told me that he needed to find my heart because he needed to know the source of my strength and greatness!
That's what happened when he saw himself in me and further dug deeper,not to know who I was,but to further know who he was!
Jul 2015 · 596
The girl next door
Jenny Jul 2015
A cruel conviction of lavished emotions gains recognition in me
You awaken it by the words you use to charm my spirit
You channel feelings from deep with in so much so that I have to search for myself in you.
You're old and I'm young,we both have dreams
But you're so good with your words, I can tell you've done this before
And I fall carelessly for you,thinking that you're going to be there to catch me
But like a spider you've woven a web.
Instead of falling into your arms I fell
Victim,to your lies
I come outside,you stand with your woman hands clutched. Nd lips locked,my jaw dropped nd my heart hard knocked but oh well I'm just the girl next door :) none of that matters.
Jul 2015 · 883
The Harlot
Jenny Jul 2015
A pale fragrance lingers as she thinks back to last night.
The sheets of her bed cry and scream for attention.
Her bed yearns for action as it is succumbed to being shoved into the wall countless times.
Night after night..
But on this night she summons up the explicit scenery planted her in sub-concious mind.
The one thing she's been trying to run away from.
So she comes back to reality and realizes that she's hungry,as she sits in the depths of her despair.
She leaves her apartment.
And the only things comforting her are the soles of her feet, becoz...
when she walks the ground speaks.
She leaves her heart in the dump
Because she knows that it isn't worthy enough for the night.
She has long died on the inside
So she swallows her pride
And Gives the last man a joy ride
Not long after she's found next to the dump on the street side.
Atleast she was left next to her heart :)
Jul 2015 · 375
A grey time to be alive
Jenny Jul 2015
A grey time to be alive
Clouds in. A glance within in the air
Birds. Mocking! Mocking birds mocking!!
We always trying to translate our actions in an unparalleled dimension
So are the sillhouettes of the waves of our pain
A deep trance we live in when we make human beings our priority
A. Grey time to be alive!
But I don't wana die.
Charcoal skies,prudent. Ceremonies of an. Explicit remedy
Caught in the disaster of the soul searcher!
I found myself
Lost myself built myself and just went. Astray!
A grey time to be alive!
So much so with the waves of my brains cells and concrete junction of memories I wish I never had
I still wonder and think of those days
A grey time to be alive.
Now see the picture I've painted In ur head and think of this Grey time!
A grey time to be alive.
Jul 2015 · 331
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Jenny Jul 2015
It was naked but it was true
I call it consensual but you call it food
I'm a writer but none of my honesty soothes
It's like a post basic job I try to keep doing but I think I massively try to hard but all my efforts they are not harsh they only portray good pictures
Basically living without posting is not living at all
I look for peace I try to sleep with peace I replace my TV with peace I dive into thoughts of peace but how ever will I find peace ? I might be looking to hard maybe peace was just knowing you.
Jun 2015 · 617
Fear
Jenny Jun 2015
Four letters
Fear
Conjures up an emotion
I'm always lying right beside fear
And next to it lies what needs to be conquered
What lies next to it is victory unknown
And things least hoped for
I fear that the number of breaths I take might not make me mount to anything great in life.
I fear that I might become acquainted with me pain!
I fear that my existence will remain unknown!
I fear that I might die a coward!

Fear
One could never think that four letters could consume your sanity,confidence,trust and self belief!
Knees kiss the cement like a bitter rival.
I surrender
And  my sub-conscience echoes in a language unknown!
As fear slowly ***** me me in, into a secluded dinesty of unparalleled promises.
I lie face flat
Thinking that that very same face could face fear!
But that was just a thought
How dillusional I was think I'd conquer fear.
Jun 2015 · 438
A lost Diamond
Jenny Jun 2015
My mind rekindles a fragrance
The fragrance of your flair
The scent of your existence
Like a gentle breeze that kisses my lips
Oh! So heavenly.
I will forever reminisce about the essence you've added to my soul.
A piece of infinity planted in the frame of my heart!
You will always be in my memory
Like the phenomenal person you are.
A diamond!
But I've lost you!
I've lost you to this world!
Such a pity that you could never see yourself through my eyes.
You've always weighed my perception of you with the world's
And I've always been outweighed by the world!
This world you carried on your shoulders!
But where was the world when you hung so hopelessly from that rope?
To see you with a tongue protruding and eyes bulging,ready to jump out of your face!
The very same tongue that made my soul twist!
The very same eyes that lured me into you...
Is now.
No more..
I miss you...
I just wish suicide was never considered an option!
Jun 2015 · 477
Living
Jenny Jun 2015
Let's recapture the days we had
Go back in time to find who we were back then,where we went wrong and how we got here.
Let's try to attempt loving again
Let's try to attempt living cautiously this time.
Only knowing this time we'd be wiser
But what's life if you're not living it unknown?
Where's the thrill of the chase?
What's life knowing allthe short cuts and better ends.
When we came into this world we were given life unexpectedly
That is why we're always expecting the unexpected.
Its part of living
And that's why we need to make good choices now
What we do now will echo in enternity
And will remain at a thousand forevers
So no,let's not go back in time
We just need to live life unknown That's living!
That's life!
Jenny Jun 2015
Just look at her!
She's so radiant and flawless!
Her footsteps leave marks of perfection
She walks with confidence
She's not afraid to walk with her head *****,earning all mans respect
She's not afraid to breathe because this air is her own!
Her smile is so contagious
She makes it look so effortless!
Something most people couldn't do for years she does on a daily basis!

Little do they know that she leaves behind a morbid home.
A place where her heart is unknown.
Where punches get thrown like dice
Where she walks on thin ice!
Where her tears put her to sleep
Where she prays to God and gives Him her soul to keep.

But before she goes out into the world she masks her face with the ashes of her soul.
Because she's perished on the inside
And flaunts whatever is left of her tarnished soul.
She approaches the world forgetting about her pain
But still holds on to the thought that each day she sees might be her last.
So she smiles
Yes
That woman with the smile on her face.
Stop woman abuse!!
Jun 2015 · 874
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Jenny Jun 2015
A scarce smile
A heart forbidden to love
A soul in great famine
Parched and dry
No fertile ground
No seeds to plant
But what does a ***** man want?
Oh I know!
A woman with two ***** of fat on her chest
Hips as wide as the ocean
Lips that only aim to please
And hands that could put a mans pain at ease.
If only these ***** men could take a trip in to our minds.
They'd be running for their lives.
Then the thought of using us as  mistresses of sexually explicit ceremonies won't ever cross their minds.
Something I wrote half asleep
Lol
Jun 2015 · 1.2k
My reflection earths core
Jenny Jun 2015
How can I enfringe on your politeness?
How can I describe your heart?
How can I manipulate your feelings?
How can I animate your words?
Do this and you will see the thing you want most
Do this and believe its what you are able to hear
Do this in knowing your happiness comes from words
A world of excitement awaits your smile
A world of ecstacy awaits your walks
A world of your own waits for acceptance and positivity
So make the best of it and know this world wants you to stay

We meditate on things least wanted
We describe things that make no sense
Describing you would only make myself a better person
But having you accept these words become happiness of your own
A description of you divides your souls windows
A description of you makes many minds jog with personality
See happiness and know it was discovered by your memory of already being here...
Jun 2015 · 850
My mind
Jenny Jun 2015
Give me something
Something to put my mind at ease
Like an answer with out a question
Maybe heavens last breath
Yes! I have days in my head when the music stops
My mind conjures up ancient ceremonies
Where forbidden fruits were eaten
Where a thousand rusty daggers were left to sink into my soul
The roar of my pain and guilt makes me relive those dark moments
I thought I graduated from a dungeon of madness
But it seems as though those thoughts will never leave
My mind drags me by the same feet that took me to all those places.
And now my future seems decieving
With everyday I get I just want to run away from my mind.
Its a deep dark place filled with horror to the brim and a past colored.  50 shades of black
Yes... That's my mind.
Jun 2015 · 936
The cry of a Poet
Jenny Jun 2015
Words!
Are not so easily put together
It is carefully orchestrated
You need to know the basics
Its a priceless skill mastered by those who never limit their imagination.
Those who never lose interest in looking deeper into things
So deep that they find themselves standing on the edge of their sanity.
Yes it can make you crazy
Everything does at one point.
I do not shed any tears!
But once my pen dances madly on that paper,the paper I use to project my thoughts.
I cry...
And as my pen dances more frantically it taps into my insanity
I love the way it dances to the tempo and frequency of my heart beat
When that pen hits paper
I cry...
Jun 2015 · 668
Something borrowed
Jenny Jun 2015
The glare of my innocence
Was the image you laid your eyes on
Your eyes caught mine and they exchanged something our minds couldn't forget
Something Borrowed

Every step you took towards me
Was like a mistake waiting to happen
I didn't hesistate to let you step further into my world.
You opened your mouth and whispered sweet nothings in my ear,again
Something borrrowed

I fell into a whirl pool, a storm
Something I thought was a gaze of adventure
Just one touch took me a million places
My heart races,you captured it and again
Something borrowed

You Undress my mind, my body,my soul
The steam we let loose outlined our shadows
And masked our feelings
You enter and take my innocence
Again
Something borrowed

Something as precious as my time,my attention,heart and innocence is something no man has ever embarked on
It was priceless,until you came along,used it and put it back
But not the way it was found
I was just something
Something borrowed.
Jun 2015 · 710
Untitled
Jenny Jun 2015
I peek in
I peek in to your soul
You showered me with transparent dreams
And now I see what you're trying to do
You're trying to win my heart
With loves wicked potion
I write my wishes in cursive
But u can't seem to read between the lines
I'm from a stratosphere unknown
And by wanting to win my heart
I have to commend you
Intentions so pure yet u can't comprehend
Just how  the words of all my wishes are compiled
Like a perfect composition of prestige
When you're done please leave my heart as a monument.
It deserves permanent  recognition for the mark u left on it
You yes you!
You've touched me.
Yes u

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