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 Apr 2017 Jenna
Day
I once had a mother, who gave me away
Though time gone, never forgot her name
Years pass, thoughts of her the same
As a child, a game I would play
Maybe this time she'll come back and stay
Eventually, my heart took the blame
"Whose fault" now is the game
As I look back from then to this day
Who hurt me the most, that I could not recover?
What set off this bomb in my heart?
Why couldn't I land on my feet?
She gave up her role as my mother...
Tearing my soul apart
Wondering if I'm worth it to keep.
Playing with new concepts and rhyme scheme
The last words I plan to write
before the darkness, of endless night,
will be just these, short and few,
I'm sorry for what, I did to you.
 Dec 2016 Jenna
Michael LoMonaco
When drama arises on the television,
Our eyes glow with wonderment,
Interested in how misery destroys lives.

Every time we read the newspaper,
We stare at the front page containing pain,
Anxious to read what caused so much anguish.

Stories of righteousness are rarely the top headlines,
As our dull lives are fascinated with something different,
So people are amazed by themes of misfortunes that excites.

Individuals are imperfect humans and require excitement,
Living that life where they’re typically working from nine to five,
Needing that spark that leads to shock.

The media should create more stories of peace,
News that can produce a huge smile,
Not entertainment that results in jaws dropping.

Telling tales like recovering from illness,
Displaying those happy people who are healed,
Reporting hope is a much better message.
 Jan 2016 Jenna
glassea
books
 Jan 2016 Jenna
glassea
sometimes i find myself confused
knowing that however much we speak
(however much i say i love you)
i will never know you as well as i do
raskolnikov, darl, hamlet, thoreau.

because i cannot read your thoughts
but i can read theirs.
oh, i can read theirs.
I hide my poetry from you,
to hide the things so painfully true,
the things I don't have, the words to say,
so I keep them from you, but maybe one day...
I won't have to.
I'm sorry for hiding my poetry. There's so much I don't have the words to say
 Oct 2015 Jenna
chris
made
 Oct 2015 Jenna
chris
she is made
of ashes
a hollow past
a shadow of *****
she once was

he is made
or starlight
of golden days

and ashes
and starlight
don't mix...
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