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Jessica Rojan Sep 2010
Placed atop your pedestal
so high above the ground
above gravity
above logic
Even above the slightest sound

Play my strings like a harp
Music, come and lift me away
Above people
above buildings
Please, love, show me my way

The song that plays in my step
the notes that flutter through my ears
Above emotion
Above feeling
Please, love, ease all of my fears

I'm so high and so lonely
Please, love, bring me back down to Earth
Back down to gravity
Back down to the soil
Please, love, give me all it's worth.
Jessica Rojan Sep 2010
Wildfire;

please let your embers burn me
            until I am so dark,

that no one will ever know
                        my face.
Jessica Rojan Sep 2010
Autumn
            Why did you have to come so quickly
                                                                    without a warning?
The leaves;
           I watch them turn
                   into fiery shades of
                                                       red,
                                                          orange,
                                                               yellow

As if nothing in the world could ever change their mind
Jessica Rojan Sep 2010
So I sit
Writing to you and all that you are
Wondering why
we ever plunged this far
Wondering why
your soul haunts my dreams
Wondering what
it was to make us choose this scheme
And I'm sitting
Wondering why
our stars crossed like this
Wondering what
cancer has eaten your brain
Wondering what
virus has plagued
Wondering what
spirit has misbehaved
**Why couldn't we be saved?
Jessica Rojan Sep 2010
It's beyond me I swear
This will get me every time
So breakable, so malleable
These thoughts, they are not mine.

Turntables of transformations,
Ghosts of reasons past,
They swear up and down, they do,
But it's the logic in them that lacks.

Caressing tragedy and levitating love,
My lungs are filled with poisonous air,
Spiraling curves of crazy and impossible,
These thoughts they do not care.

Taken down by all forces,
I seem to strong to be this weak,
My energy leaves the body,
My soul can barely speak.

Patterns of places,
Once familiar to my mind,
Take over my senses,
These thoughts they are not kind.

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