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 Jun 2015 Jesibell arz
LB Parker
She loved
           the city
           the night stars
   the snow
She loved Love
especially
         falling
              in
                  Love
but now
      feels
Nothing

not even the blizzard’s icey teeth
sinking its fangs into her skin.

To her right is the road
that She followed
to break free
of the quiet, safe life
worth anything
and everything now.
Then She looks to
the deceiving mirage
of a new start,
a bright
happy
future
filled with big beautiful towers
glowing their fake lights like amber constellations.





her fault :
believing She was strong
practically invincible
safe
and nobody could
take that away

but in one moment
all that
fragile strength
was lost.

She never asked for
  the nightmares
  the fear of Him
or for the responsibility of
two heart beats

but He didn’t listen,
said nobody will ever believe her
and once She found out about It
She lost
her
mind
completely.

looking down to the
rage of rapids
She places her hands on her
sick stomach
listens to the ZOOM of the
carefree cars
their sounds verifying that She is
finally
                 entirely
invisible.

nobody notices
       her hair restless in the wind
  the hem of her dress
       gently kissing the steele beam
           that freezes her bare purple feet.


nobody notices
when She finally escapes
  when She sets herself free
and falls into
rectifying
darkness.
With love, kelsey
 Jun 2015 Jesibell arz
LB Parker
The pen moving even before
My mind forms thoughts
I write in surges
Of jibberish
Only I can then translate
Into legible expression
Poetry
Hypergraphia is a behavioral condition characterized by the intense desire to write.
With love, kelsey
 Jun 2015 Jesibell arz
Sjr1000
When your mind is shattered
Your eyes are blinded
There is pain everywhere
you go
Don't give up and
Don't give in

When the wheel of fortune
is stuck at 6
No hope remains
Don't give up
Don't give in
Noon will be coming around
again

When loneliness is
your only friend
and
it keeps calling you names
Don't give up
and
Don't give in

There are times
when life is
ablaze with horrors
but
Don't give up
and Don't give in

Those that survive
are those that find meaning
those that passively
take to their bed
are bound
to
perish
Don't give up
Don't give in

When the law's
got your name
and no payment can be
made
and
you have to go
along with their plans
that have been laid,
Inside, where you hide
Don't give up and
Don't give in.

Time only stops
once
Don't give up
Don't give in.
 Jun 2015 Jesibell arz
Sjr1000
She lives for the mornings
when all is beginnings
She lives for the evenings
when all is endings

She slogs through her
days
dazed
and
numb
no words rhyme
no lover comes,
her morning songs are sung
in baptismal
daily showers,
her dreams are
strewn in patterns
on curtains
in warm night winds blowing,
she sings again when the
nightbirds
sing.

Her mornings are
hopeful
Her nights are
resolved
Her games are
played at noon.

If she looks you straight in the
eyes
you'll know too soon,
She knows everything about you.

Her words will
come when they are ready,
Her beginnings are short
Her endings are long
like the night

Lady of the morning
Lady of the night
I will be beside you
when you finally decide
to take flight.

Light and darkness
while in her day
she pretends
as
she moves along
in
her own way.
 Jun 2015 Jesibell arz
Sjr1000
The it upstairs
thinks it's God,
But it isn't.
Man or Woman,
It comes in a thousand genders.

It's only has one mind,
Its own pleasure,
The power of Now,
Well, that's what it's all about.
The cost,
Well, that's no problem.

It begs
It borrows
It steals
It pleads
It lies to you straight faced.

If you bleed,
When the consequences are paid,
It says, "Not me"
"We'll deal with it later"
"One more time"
"One more round"
"One more rodeo"
"One last time for the road."

It's pretty smug
most of the time,
Can't move your
arms or legs,
But whips up anxiety
if
you say, "No. "
It'll show you resistance is futile.

Though it only hangs
around
for little while,
It'll let you know.

It speaks to you
in the third person voice -
You deserve it
You need it
You've been so good.

It'll talk you into trances
strange self-destructive dances,
Twist you upside down,
Inside out.

It ain't God,
Somebody needs to talk to it soon,
Let it know,
These days of running the show
are numbered,
There's more to life than this slumber
Numbness has had its abundance,
Talk to it soon
While there's still time.

A whisper, though, says something different,
"How's about
one more
time. "
Dedicated to those in Recovery.
And those who say, "Not me, not yet. "
I have these two watches that i keep for so long. It both held the same  time, when you and I first met.

   That exact minute my eyes witnessed,
that rare of a beauty.

         As how one galaxy collided with other galaxy to yield the most exquisite scenery of stars dancing and kissing each other.

                     Slowly...

                     Passionately...

               I have kept these for two simple reasons.

               First, as a reminder that we are existing in the same lifetime.

                Last, so i will not forget that those watches, contain the time of two distant space.

              *
* Just like us.
Draft.
I am just amazed of how we have the very same timezone and yet we lived many miles apart, divided by the sea.
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