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Aug 2012 · 1.2k
Haunted
Jessica Wyman Aug 2012
A girl one day had full control
Until she tested hell below
She took herself to a plant
One filled with power known to haunt.

She was brave, refused to hear
She ate the seed she had no fear
Then the sadness grew within
A seed had planted from her sins.

the seed began to grow inside her
It grew and then one day confined her
The seed grew roots and sprouted still
It captured her and began to ****.

The seed grew through her heart and veins
The seed controlled and caused her pain
The seed had power so conbined her
Until one day the seed defined her.

Once the girl had disappeared
All that lived was hate and fear
It roamed the earth without a soul
It fed off love and hope to crawl.

It swam the sea and dove beneath
It made a nest and sat with ease
It controlled the girl and all her life
She didn't give up and began to fight.

She brought herself with all her might,
To fired flamed to burn dark light
She crawled within the buying plain
And stopped the seed from growing gain.

The seed within her soon died out
It died within the fire crowd
The girl was free to feel no pain
But her empty heart and soul remained.
Oct 2011 · 358
Untitled
Jessica Wyman Oct 2011
Hide your face,
Put that smile away,
Wipe youre eyes,
Nobody cares if you cry,
Then cover your arms,
Try and hide them scars.
Pretend that someone’s looking.
Oct 2011 · 1.1k
Lullaby
Jessica Wyman Oct 2011
I’ll sing you a lullaby,
From all my toys,
They’d come to life
And me make noise,
They’d make me sing at night,
Sing songs well spoken,
But now it’s turned to fright,
As they’ve been broken.

The color from the paint is gone,
The windows are now smashed,
What was blue and white
Has now turned grey,
And faultless plastic has held its might,
As I still sit here and play.

A skipping string with rope unknotted,
A trampoline with springs unthread,
A skateboard that misses it’s wheels,
All sit alone in this old shed.

The doll house empty,
and rooms abandoned,
The dolls are naked,
that clothes can’t find,
A broken swing,
that has been stranded,
A teddy bear that’s lost its mind.

A plastic keyboard, that makes no sound,
A cooker oven with stickers ripped,
A crying dog that has been mound,
A broken stool that can’t be fixed.

Although they're damaged and battered through,
They sing me lullabies, I sing to you.

They ******* alive,
So I make noise,
So I can sleep at night,
With these few toys.
Oct 2011 · 518
Drowning
Jessica Wyman Oct 2011
I’m floating the bottom of the ocean,
I’m flying just to hit the ground,
I’m crying just to smile again,
And I’m waiting to be found.

I’m lost in a sea of hope,
And I’m starting to loose my breath,
I’m looking for an exit,
The only ones to confess.

I’m falling up a cliff,
And I’m climbing down the ground,
Then crying to make a sound,
In hope that I’ll be found.

I’m lying at the bottom of the ocean,
I’m lying beneath the ground,
I’m crying cause my calls don’t work,
Don’t believe I’ll be found.

I wish someone would look for me,
In a way that cannot be seen.
I wish someone would care for me,
In a way that has no end to it’s mean.

I wish someone would hope for me,
In a way I can’t for myself.
I wish someone would find me,
And save me from this hell.

I’m crying at the bottom of the ocean,
I’m drowning below the ground,
I’ve lost my breath form calling,
Now I can’t make a sound.
Oct 2011 · 377
Red
Jessica Wyman Oct 2011
Red
The anger from a fierce creature biting through my soul
The fairytale I use to know will soon now turn to stone
The pain of what i physically feel no fight for in my head
I live alone they’ve broken free the monsters beneath my bed
Oct 2011 · 499
Pink
Jessica Wyman Oct 2011
Story says pandora’s box was opened once again
Instead of screaming dragons hearts a different sound was sent
The laughter of a little boy and smile of baby girl
Was set free along with hope and fate to greet the deadly world
Oct 2011 · 1.5k
Water colour
Jessica Wyman Oct 2011
And we'll move into the forest with the pixies
And they eat newspapers for breakfast
And we'll eat newspapers for breakfast
But when they come to take us away
We'll hide below the ocean
And in that bed we'll start to dream
And escape from what we remember

— The End —