Jessica Wong: Favorites

Apr 2013 Jessica Wong

madeline may

there's a girl who sleeps in my bed
I don't mind her too much
though I wish her nightmares
didn't make such a mess
of the sheets.

she uses my shampoo
I'm okay with sharing
I just wish she would
save me a little
conditioner.

most of the makeup in my room is hers
some of it's mine though
I prefer blushes, eyeshadows
while she collects
concealors.

and sometimes, on the right day
I see her when I look in the mirror
not very often though
I don’t really look a lot
like her.

when I look in the mirror
I see flushed cheeks, wet hair
nails need a trim
hips, a little excess
but okay.

I don’t always see cuts
bruises, starvation, memories
of self-induced punishment
three failed attempts at
"making it stop".

I don’t always see
the ghost of years ago
when I look in the mirror
but sometimes
I do.

Apr 2013 Jessica Wong

Here's an invitation to my heart

Apr 2013 Jessica Wong

Cheyanne Lynn

Here's an invitation to my heart

I cant put it into words about how i feel. It's like trying to describe the taste of water I mean, I don't know what it is about you but when I look at you I'm home. You took all that sadness away from me and gave me hope. I'm not sure where'd I would be without you but I'm glad you stuck around. The ropes that used to hold me down, they're not there anymore. You cut right through and helped me out of that mess and then made me fall more and more in love with you. You make my world so different from what it was before. Your sole presence changed me so much in a small amount of time. I'm so thankful for that. And now that I know how much you love me there is no way I'm going back in that darkness I once called 'home' . With just one smile my way you can change my day.

You love fiercely and I love that. Even with all my bitterness and stupidity you saw past that and loved me for me. I know that no matter what happens you'll be there .You've always been there for me.

Every time I think of you, hear your name being said or I see something that has to do with you it makes the butterflies in my stomach flutter their wings so much I don't know what to do when I'm around except smile like an idiot. A smile I cannot control.

You own my heart and of that I'm sure. I can't deny it.

I could go on for eons with the many things that make me happy when I'm with you. Lists and lists of all the ways you make me smile.

Nights like these I think back and I ask myself this: " How could someone as perfect as him love someone as broken as me?" And then I remember every thing you said to me and how many times you've made me smile and I don't worry anymore. I know that you're going to stick around, but I'm always so worried you're going to leave..... I'm just glad I finally found someone I can be myself around.

Apr 2013 Jessica Wong

lost

Apr 2013 Jessica Wong

madeline may

lost

the love of a best friend
is one that cannot be
smothered
but when i watch you and her
i don't see best friends
i see one girl desperate to escape
a sick, twisted, dying relationship
and i see you
starving, crying out in the darkness
wanting to be the girl she longs for
while she's too busy chasing boys
to notice your sacrifices
you look in the mirror and you see wrong
you see lost
you see empty
where she sees nothing
when she asks why there's no one
to hold her close in the night
you look at me and i can see it in your eyes
i'm here, love. i'm here.
but just because i see it
and just because she sees it
doesn't mean she wants it
doesn't mean she needs it
so please, for me, for her, for them
wake up in the morning
eat the food in front of you
smile at your reflection
just because she doesn't appreciate you
doesn't mean no one else does

when i look at you and her
i don't see best friends
i see a love that's been
smothered
by codependence and
a lack of oxygen

i see loved
and i see
lost.

sometimes it's easier to write about other people than myself
sigh

Apr 2013 Jessica Wong

The Whispers

Apr 2013 Jessica Wong

Barry Andrew Pietrantonio

The Whispers

The whispers.
They won't go away.
The have been haunting me,
for days.
I cannot eat.
I cannot sleep.
The whispers,
they follow me.
So one day,
I took a pencil,
and shoved it into my ear.
But the whispers,
they were still there.
So I did it again,
and I did it again,
until they went away.
When I awaken,
I was surrounded by doctors,
who were mimes.

Copyright Barry Pietrantonio

Apr 2013 Jessica Wong

Children of Gallifrey

Apr 2013 Jessica Wong

K

Children of Gallifrey

Children of Gallifrey, the children of gods
Who were destined for greatness
Fate laid out in the stars
Lords and Ladies of Time
Hands in the fabric of reality
Theirs to push and pull
Change and preserve
Life and death, mere trifle and whim
Immortality
Insanity
Minds warped with power
Who were fearful of change
Pompous and arrogant patrollers of time
Making laws of fear and oppression
Jealous and Bitter
They would rather **** than share
No interfering, no helping, no hurting
All the time in the Universe
But no time at all
Betrayal and Pain
Secrets and lies
Starving Souls, robbing trust
Storm Clouds are breaking
Time is at an end
The world will burn
Though it died long ago
When ambition
And lies
Strangled the children of Gallifrey
Sealing their demise in the books of time

Apr 2013 Jessica Wong

Silk

Apr 2013 Jessica Wong

andy fardell

Silk

It hurts me to be here
A soul in broken
This life a sadness
Please hear me
Hear me cry

Help me rise above
Lift me high
Listen as
The end has spun
My voice shout's a silence

Let me scream
Let me in
Cry me out
To a silent roar
Till I beat no ....more

Apr 2013 Jessica Wong

Quiet Girl

Apr 2013 Jessica Wong

Langston Hughes

Quiet Girl

I would liken you
To a night without stars
Were it not for your eyes.
I would liken you
To a sleep without dreams
Were it not for your songs.

Apr 2013 Jessica Wong

If You Could Fly To The Moon

Apr 2013 Jessica Wong

Elizabeth Asay Gibson

If You Could Fly To The Moon

If you could fly to the moon, I might follow. Sailing through the clear darkness for an eternity, I’d reach the moon’s silvery craters and softly land. As I touched down, the powdery dust would eddy up from beneath my tensely arched feet in cloudy plumes --small billows of slow-motion, churning grey. And in wild tangling curls, my hair would float above me, swirling in the empty blackness, full of stars glittering behind the strands.
The moon is a cold bright landscape of black and white. I would run through its pale light, floating slowly over the dusty craters in a clear, quivering, underwater-silence. And when I reached that line, where smooth dusty darkness begins, and the silver light ends, and the shadow-line drifts from month to month, then I would stop. I would stand on the dust -bare feet apart- drop back my head, bare my throat to the line that divides me down in half -light and dark, dark and light- daring you, earth and stars reflecting in my eyes. If you reached, stepped towards me, I would watch you --an image, and a despair, and I’d slip into the moon-night. You’d be alone, blaming me for my hatred. Because when it becomes her habit, a girl flinches away, before wondering if, perhaps, that time it wasn’t necessary.

Apr 2013 Jessica Wong

More Like You

Apr 2013 Jessica Wong

Sleepless K

More Like You

You're nice,
Not just nice, but really caring,
Risky of me to say, but I'm daring,
Cause no boy,
Not just a boy,
No man wants to hear that he's nice.

You're giving,
Not just rarely, but always giving,
Even without thinking, just always willing,
To me,
Not just to me,
But everyone we know.

Your diplomatic,
Not just fair, but really clever,
Easily bringing people back together,
With reason,
Not just what you say,
But your whole attitude.

Your understanding,
Not just patient, but calming and gentle,
Even when everyones going a bit mental,
Okay,
Not just everyone,
But mainly me.

I'm selfish,
Spoilt and moody and causing trouble,
Been living in my own little bubble,
For long,
Not just long,
But forever before I met you.

But you're nice
So perfect, it makes me look at me,
And re-evaluate the way I want to be,
Better,
Not just better,
But more like you.