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 May 2012 Nyssa Jacobsen
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Epiphany
 May 2012 Nyssa Jacobsen
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I pass you in the halls
And it reminds me
Of what we once were
And of what we now are

There were times when we would pass
And your face would brighten
And we would embrace
And the world would melt away

But now, your expression remains emotionless
And we act as if the other is just another anonymous character
And all the nights of holding each other and being there for each other
Just never even happened.

In truth, I have no right to be upset about this.
I moved on first, after all.
And I don’t regret it.
Not one bit

I move on to someone who treated me right
Who listened, and actually spoke, unlike you
Someone who can make me laugh
And I am happy, which I certainly never was with you.

And my mood has already changed
From solemn to serene
For, in the midst of writing, I realized
That you are gone

And then I smile
Because you’re gone, and you’ll stay gone
Oh, how I wish you could see this smile.
How I wish you could see this smile…

This smile is in place because
My brain just realized
That it doesn’t really mind if you're gone.
And all it cares about is that you stay gone

And now my heart realizes that it doesn’t care either,
Because it isn’t beating faster like it used to at the thought of you
And my eyes don’t want to look at you, so they are indifferent.
My entire body has forsaken you.

My arms don’t want to hold you
My legs don’t want to run to you
My hands don’t want to caress you
My soul doesn’t want to know you.

My entire body has forsaken you
As you had forsaken my love
With the coldest of scornful feelings
And no regrets.

And I sit, and think of you
And what we once had
And I know that, if I tried, I could get it back.
And I could have you back to how you once were.

But the thing is….
I really don't care.
No heart of stone my lover has
for hers is fire and flowers fresh
that beats in rhythm with mine own
beneath her breast of silken flesh

No heart of ice mine own for thee
for I could ner' put out this flame
that sears my soul with need to be
with you my love no man could tame.
We walk the smoke-thick winter street of sweet 'n' sour aromas
amongst a throng of oriental shaded faces (such gentle souls)
who crowd  little pushcarts selling scallion pancakes.
Overhead, red talismanic paper lanterns bob, enticing us
to the tap of percussive chopsticks.

We sit in awe; snack on duck-tongue; roast pigs hang
glistening; fat-fresh, ready to fry.
Waiters wheel trolleys piled high with steaming shrimp noodles
past tables of golden oranges and watermelon seeds.
Our Chinese chef prepares shredded pork in garlic sauce.

He smiles and says:
"More guests means more happiness."
copyright © Caroline Grace 2010
 Apr 2012 Nyssa Jacobsen
Sandra
It takes a life time to write a poem.
For we are that poem.
We are that lifetime.
Borne untouched.
We leave the safety of a warm cocoon,
one that wraps us in our gentle embalm of trust.
And in this wholly venture,
of life now aroused.
Comfort is questioned.
Reason shaken.
Love oft spilt,
like a shimmering of milk,
flavoured on pages lived.
and this is us.
The knights spent, satisfied.
Discourse now a cacophony shattered.
But it is with presence that we remember and hold.
That the truth is waiting, always.
In bide of time.
Jubilant as the holistic Clementine,
tucked amongst the serene pages of yet to come.
And still
and still …
We are as sprinkle infinite, shredded as the coconut that falls as thought from our palm.
 Apr 2012 Nyssa Jacobsen
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Koobface
 Apr 2012 Nyssa Jacobsen
dj
A head
A giant boney mass
Many mouths and eyes
           thoroughly babbling,
           whatever,
           etc.
Snapping and blinking
Mouths Melded together on this ultra cranium
Yapping on and on
On and on and on
Yellowed teeth and bedazzled grills
Botnet mods and crop tools

The most dastardly of all -
An infinite production of fuzzy,
Buzzing noise blobs.
And Attempts to add me
To its mass connection-collection head
Leave me offended.

"What's on your mind?"

Go away.
You ******* freakazoid.
My affections for the grande webpage~
 Apr 2012 Nyssa Jacobsen
mads
My front doors hinges
soon have to be replaced.
And it's sad because
it's not just from old age.
The amount of people
that have entered my life
and then left, is phenomenal.
The roses in my front yard,
have also wilted and crumbled
see, they were forgotten and trampled
when you showed up.
Now their petals are just litter
on my overgrown lawn
which i no longer have the strength to fix.
and if the fact that my garden gnomes
were all smashed to pieces
isn't bad enough, then i guess
the wall paper thats peeling
is probably worse.
But it's cold in here,
everyone's ghosts seemed to have stayed
when they all left.
I'm alone in this house,
i'm alone in here
because these memories always fade.
My house is losing it's colour
even when i throw around the paint.
 Apr 2012 Nyssa Jacobsen
dj
Ken Doll
 Apr 2012 Nyssa Jacobsen
dj
Calf augmentation => silicon implantation
Endoscopy, otoplasty, baby
Mentoplasty, rhinoplasty, scalpel
Juvederm at 4, Starbucks pit-stop right after,
pop some xany's and go

Chemical peel, dermabrasion
Dr. Unknown PhD. meet patient Montag XR3.
Brain stimulation, kneecap replacement
Doc, I'm starting to miss the table, is this a complication I should expect?

Fat grafting, bone grafting, mystic tanning
(what really is natural nowadays?)
Chin reconstruction, laser resurfacing,
(what really is me anyways?)

Consultation with your post-op pain,
It's gonna be "Ouchy" for a month,
but worth it in the end.
Self-esteem scan shows a cancerous tumor and growth
Yuck
And here I thought plastic was
"cancer-free"?
x_x
Tell me wistful wisteria,
Why do you shed those regal tears?
Is it for a fallen child,
A bud of love so dear?

Can you tell me violet crier,
Why flows your petaled pain?
Did you lose a lover?
Does it hurt to speak their name?

Or wisteria, darling tear stained one.
Is this glumness misconceived?
Does happiness reprieve just hold you,
and bring you to your wavering knees?
Its been a while. I've been busy with trying to get licensed in such in such and working a small collection of short stories which are almost ready to be edited.  If all goes well soon they will be available for cheap on Kindle.
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