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Aug 2010 · 599
History
Jessie Aug 2010
People like to tell me
Not to dwell on the past
Because it doesn't ever change.

Well, they're liars,
Whether they know it or not.

The past changes you.
It changes me.
It changes our perception on
What we like to call "reality."

Those who do not learn from history
Are doomed to repeat it.


I don't know about you,
But there are many
Moments and things in
My past
That I would like to
"Dwell on"
So that I don't
Doom
Myself
Into painful repetition.

And even if I lose my wars,
And am unable to (re-)write the
History books of my life,

I'll just write more
Poetry

Because
Literature is eternal;
History books can change.
Aug 2010 · 660
Candles and Mirrors
Jessie Aug 2010
1
"I am the glow outside the box,
That used to fill the to box with light.

"But Pandora opened the box,
And I flew out in a rush of fresh air,
Into a world now filled with darkness.
I quest to find pieces of darkness
And to make them into mirrors,
Or light them up like a candle
So the world can be a brighter place."

2
One day the little glow found a particular piece
Of darkness. He asked her who she was, and
She answered that she was the light of Hope,
A little canary wandering about in a
World filled with crows. The bit of darkness
Thought it was a noble journey,
And asked if he could hug her for good luck
Before she goes on her way. She
Pouted at him and said,

"I am too hot to the touch,
If you hold me, you will feel pain. But maybe, if
You can hold long enough, you will burn
Brightly too. Together we can repaint this world,
And make it a more beautiful place,
Even if we can't make it a better one
By filling up a bigger box"

3
Never lose a sense of optimism,
Because if you plant the seeds of positive
Energy into the Universe, the seed will
Grow and circle back to you, when the
Vines of happiness flourish through the world.'
Written 2009.
Aug 2010 · 1.1k
Pimple
Jessie Aug 2010
I am a pimple on the face of the world,
A festering pustule
Simply trying to heal.

When the world reaches up
With its ***** hands to
Break me, for its own vanity,
It merely opens me up
So it can pour in more if its
Filth.

Over, and over,
The world will try and fail
To empty me
Of the filth it feeds me.

And maybe,
One day,
I may finally heal.
But when I do,
Because of the meddling,
I will be left as a scar,
A symbol to the world,
That it should have either left me alone
Or washed its hands.
Jul 2010 · 249
Our Memories (1)
Jessie Jul 2010
It started to make sense,
These lines on my arms--
"and the lines on your legs..."

When Jessica told me of a time
When she was younger,
When she used to do crafts
With her mother...

"When mother looked away,
With the hot glue gun I'd play,
Burning the tips of my fingers,
Enjoying the feel of its sting."

I tell her that when I was younger,
"I did the same thing!"

She nods her head and giggles,
And whispers "*I know.
You and I were much closer,
A long time ago."
How is a raven like a writing desk?
Jun 2010 · 474
Revelation
Jessie Jun 2010
Life is but a lightning bolt.

And I am merely one of
The many vibrations in the thunder.
Jessie May 2010
I've been sleep deprived for since
I cannot even remember.
I look up and I see your smile:
A blasphemous hallucination,
But a welcome one, nonetheless

(Insomnia  has never been fond of
  Daydreamers like myself.)

"I don't know what I want"
But I do.

Today I looked out the window,
As the sun danced around;
Such a beautiful day to dream.

I've memorized my script,
I know what to say,
I know what to do,
I know how to speak,
I know how to move,

But the timing just isn't right--
Or is it?
You tell me.
Tell me, tell me, tell me!
Your smile is my cue--
(Will you laugh for me too?)

Do you want to know a secret, love?
Come closer, let me tell you..
Let me press my finger to your lips,
Let my lips brush your ear,
Let me whisper what you already know,
But I know you long to hear.

I'm looking out the window now,
Counting all the stars;
What a beautiful night to...

I know my part on this stage:
I live to please--
But please,

Tell me who you are,
Tell me who you are,
And
Tell me who you are..

Tell me slowly,
Tell me completely,
Tell me everything,
So I'll never forget,

So that I may keep your words in an ink bottle
On the writing desk of my mind,

So that I can have your smile on my lips,
As I sing along with the radio,

So that I can picture your face,
In my chemical induced dreamland,
When sleep never wants to come.
nostalgia hits like a rock. (note written august 2013)
Jessie May 2010
Dancing smiles,
Spinning hearts
Popping bubbles;
We're like hand and glove--
We fit so perfectly love--
You and I
You and I

A desert in the sky,
Pinks and Blues and
Purple
(Ripples of water)
And Pink

Smoothing out your sheets
Then messing them up again
Oh how I love you,
I love you.

Losing my grip on reality,
But fantasies have always been
More fun to me.

Words:

Fever
Forever
Yours
Mine
Ours
Death
Life
Lust
Love
S­ecret

Secret
Secret
Secret

(Words)

Tell me what you're thinking about,
Spill your guts out to me my darling,
Tell me every little secret
That you keep inside.

I'll unlock the door
And set you free
I'll be the key
Fly with me
Into this abyss,
This dark unknown,

And explore the night,
And the starlight,
And let our thoughts mingle,

Like the ink and blood that
Swirls in the bottle on the
Writing desk of my mind,

While inkblots decorate the atmosphere,
And clouds are full of glittering eyes,
And your colorful sighs,
And your beautiful smile..

Our masked eyes stare,
Gazing into each others' love
And fate has left us high and dry

Waiting for Lady Luck to dance with us tonight
Under a cloudless sky,
And another full moon.

— The End —