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 Apr 2011 Jessie
SIi
I have a guitar,                                      
There’s a missing string.                      
It snapped in                                          
my fingers,     And in the silence  

I looked up
hearing someone sing,

She had a pretty face
but did not notice me.

I shaped her voice into
my fingers
to be felt by their ring.

Her sound missed the notes
that came from her pretty face,

together we could leave
or play off our missing chords,

and for the silence
she had a pretty face.

I strummed into her
I swear I tried,
to play her into life,
I was a chord shy
 Mar 2011 Jessie
Megan Kirby
We're losing the art of writing,
The sensuality of written words on a page,
Too many people are just typing,
Never feeling the words true pain.

The intensity of a letter,
As it flows from a pen,
The ink splotches that mold together,
To tell the story we hold within.

The signature that shows them,
Exactly who we are,
From pen to paper,
From heart to heart.
I realize this seems ironic being as it's been typed and posted to HP, but I write all my poems by hand in a notebook... so, that taken into account... it's sincere? I don't know, take it to mean what you will I suppose ;)
Christ was/is a holy and kind Son
But not all his so called disciples or followers
It is true of all religions
 Mar 2011 Jessie
Joe Butler
Jessie
 Mar 2011 Jessie
Joe Butler
In all my many lives
Never have I felt
For another being
That which I feel for you
Your beauty far surpasses
All the greatest beauties of the ages
None can compare
With your radiance
Your smile gives the impression
That all the stars that shine in the heavens
Have coalesced into one shimmering ball
And taken on human flesh
The goodness of your heart
And the magic inherent in your being
Shine from your eyes
Bringing light to a world of darkness
You are an inspiration
A Muse to my weary soul
Stirring the depths of me to longing and action
I am completely captivated by every facet of you
Your endearing little quirks
Your private language
Your single-minded focus and passion
You have so much strength in you
Far more than you give yourself credit for having
You try to hide yourself
Among the stars and scars
But I see through your camouflage
To the goodness and warmth
That resides in your soul
You truly are the girl who has haunted my dreams
Though you are far beyond anything
My wild imagination could have conceived of
You fill me with awe
And such longing
That my heart cannot contain the emotions
It threatens to burst
Within my chest
Even though we have known each other
But a short time
I wonder how I survived in this world
Without you in my life
You are light
And grace and beauty
Everything that is good and wonderful
In the universe
Made incarnate
You deign to walk among mere mortals
And brighten our mundane lives
When you are the Queen of the Universe
In disguise
I am carried away on dreams
When I look into your eyes
You have no idea
The power you have over me
The hold you have on me
I would spend all my days
Proving my love to you
And making you happy
If you will but grant me a crumb of your affection
I know
That no matter where I go
How many lives I live from here
I will never find
Another
Who makes me feel
Like you.
An unworthy attempt to give form to my feelings.
 Mar 2011 Jessie
Emily Dickinson
1214

We introduce ourselves
To Planets and to Flowers
But with ourselves
Have etiquettes
Embarrassments
And awes
 Mar 2011 Jessie
Breathing Ice
I need to get some                                   sleep. But what
                                                  
                                                       I


really need right                                           now is to
                                                  
           ­                                          have


one more cigarette                                      because you've
                                                  
                                                       had


your way this time.                                          (You  always have your
way with everything).                                     But enough is
                                                  
           ­                                             *enough.
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