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jenna elizabeth Apr 2017
it's starting again
tragic and beautiful
full of hope
awful and wonderful
god only knows
god i pray
make it last
let him stay
listening to massad: girl next door
jenna elizabeth Apr 2017
what does my life amount to?
a box of papers
thousands of photos
a laptop and phone
memories
i try not to think about it
i really don't
it keeps crawling back
i fight it
i really do
but
it keeps coming
i wonder
what if i was gone?
who would it impact?
i assume i'd be missed
jenna elizabeth Mar 2017
immigrants founded the USA
it's funny to think of
immigrant has become a slur
it's not funny anymore
i never identified as an immigrant
but i am
you wouldn't know it
i look like everyone else
that's always the case these days
you wouldn't know it
that i was born in canada
not very foreign
it's still not the USA
canadian american
with that
i am an immigrant
never realized
never tell
never mind
sick of losing soulmates: dodie
jenna elizabeth Feb 2017
my mother's father taught me to greet everyone with a friendly smile and 'hello'
my mother's mother taught me the value of a heart to heart
my father's father taught me through memories passed down to me, but i remember his smile and laugh
my father's mother taught me how food can bring family together
my father taught me to work hard, that there is always room to improve, to take care of your family first and foremost
my mother taught me the balance between work and leisure, wonderful musicals are, and how one of your best friends can be a parent
my sister taught me to value brains over beauty, how family will always have your back, and the power of a dance party
my best friends taught me to stand by others, the importance of laughter, and life is too short to cry
others taught me how to treat everyone with kindness and always tell people to have a nice day
i strive to live by examples
listening to canary swing: second star to the right
jenna elizabeth Feb 2017
sunsets
lipstick stains on coffee cups
laughing until you're crying
laundry fresh out of the dryer
rain of the roof
the smell of fresh flowers
a mini wing on your eyeliner
chick flicks
thumbing through a book
wearing a dress and heels
sitting after being on your feet for hours
sunflowers seeds
a hot shower
snuggling with a stuffed animal
amazon's two day shipping
tea
reading in bed
listening to shape of you: ed sheeran
jenna elizabeth Feb 2017
It's late, the kind of late when there is nothing going on in the world outside. There are no cars out and everyone is at home, lost in their dreams.
She isn't though. Her mind is wide awake and it refuses to stop daydreaming. Despite how tired she is and how much she wants to sleep, she can't.
Instead, she tosses and turns and listens to the rain that's hitting her window. Instead, she thinks and daydreams. Instead, she stays in her cocoon of warmth while the rest of the world gets cold
recently listened to dreaming alone: against the current
jenna elizabeth Jan 2017
I've been having moods lately. Not good moods either. These are the moods I hide from people. Moods where I snap at a harmless comment. Moods when I cry for no reason. Moods when I cry for a dark reason. I hide these moods so you won't pity me. When it's late at night and I'm crying and I feel so alone. I start thinking then. Thinking when I'm in these moods are never good. I've never acted on these thoughts but these thoughts are still there. When it's late at night and I'm crying and I feel so alone. You assume my thoughts. Where could I feel hurt and no one could see? What "great plans" are supposedly in store for me? What am I supposed to do with my life? Will I amount to anything? The pressure sets in then. It sits on my chest and creeps into my heart and lungs.
I have to remain strong. These thoughts and moods will pass.
currently listening to what now: rhianna
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