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jennee Feb 2016
i lay awake at night
reminiscing on beautiful memories
until a snag sticks out of the corner of my recollections
my throat collapses tightly
like the tragedy i'm meant to fade into

for 5 years i've been trying to put together
the mystery of how you looked at me
i keep trying to seal my eyes with your love
but i am clouded by the haunting reality
that what i want will never be

i will always remember
how you held my thin wrists
my veins pulsating through my skin to yours
and how such tiny hands
could grasp the entirety of my heart

i remember the poetry you spoke
word after word
they built up a passion inside i thought i had lost
you showed me what the world was worth

but then the world split into two
just like my heart
you fell in love, and i was lost again
the ground swallowed me whole

but no matter the whereabouts
of the sheets that cover up the scars i have succumbed
i will lay awake reminiscing the beauty of these memories

of how i had fallen in love

n.j.
i think of you and i instantly think of love. no matter if unrequited or how much people view it as a stupid crush, the years that have passed will always be a reminder that you were and will always be my first love
jennee Feb 2016
i am glowing from within
i feel something inside of me sprouting and begging to be set free
it's telling me that it's alright to have messy hands for words and torn pages i can't yet seem to comprehend
my fingertips are soaked in specks of imaginary turned to reality
and i am grasping them with every will that i've got in order to create something extraordinary
i am living art; i do not need a canvas to lay out my work because i know that the roads will take me there
i am aware that during the early years that there will be people willing to pay to watch me fail
but i am a human being designed to create
and i don't want to waste my breath dwelling and holding onto things that i can't proudly say are mine
i may fail but i will not stay down only to be eaten alive
i will face death in order to overcome these voices that have been residing for far too long in my head
and they will never take me, i will never give in

n.j.
inspired by david bowie
jennee Jan 2016
existing felt like one impending catastrophe
a burning cigarette, one after the other
there were moments when i wanted
my nights to be smothered by the trickling rain
as i gazed at the molding ceiling
i wanted to breathe smoke into their lungs
because nobody left alive is meant to stay clean
i had this uncontrollable urge to cover up
my patches with bruises and cuts with scars
and while others imagined forehead kisses
i fantasized bullet wounds and torn tissues,
oozing blood and split-second animate eyes

sunday mornings felt redundant
as the sermons of claimed priests,
i am not catholic, i am not your puppet
nor is that newborn you're immersing in filthy water
i'd rather envelop myself in the world's destruction
than misguided man-made beliefs,
so never wake me up in the mornings

leave me be to choke on my own spit for breakfast
i've always felt more alive with clogged lungs
a kick in the teeth for lunch, vermilion blotches,
split lips and discoloration for supper
leave me be to walk into my own extinction
covering a thousand miles of boiling rot

life is anything but a gift,
death is what we are

n.j.
jennee Jan 2016
If I had known where I am today
I'd pack my bags just to get away
Maybe to get lost because I was too afraid
Of my own thoughts
I'd walk the city in search of relief
To avoid seclusion that my demons seek
I'd start a journey far beyond human's reach
Because I'd rather walk a thousand than nothing
And surpass destinations that I've never been

n.j.
jennee Jan 2016
buildings will crumble
like our bones wrapped in flesh and skin,
nothing is ever permanent
not even the bodies we try to keep sacred
the bloodstreams and rivers will run dry
while the sun loses touch
and our eyes may lose their sight
everything will feel departing like fragile infants,
crawling through rotting dust
we will seek for guidance when our vision leads us astray,
when our hands mold into the forgotten ground

n.j.
jennee Jan 2016
the moments pass by like fading eclipses and melting snow
i'll melt away into the dark and picture the fingers that caressed my skin,
you cradled my heart and watched me grow
thank you for being there as i witnessed the city lights behind foggy windows
for kissing my knees and elbows, for showing me how to pour milk into cereal
for every second you bury your fists into the dirt, you never complained,
no matter even if i never thanked you enough
i threw away the chances i got, so here's the best that i'm given
i dedicate this poem to you that's written in between listening to records at 2 am
the smudginess of how clear i want my gratitude to come across will remain turbid
and you can tell by the skies how much i miss the weekends by the bay,
the sand between my toes and shoes colliding with the gravel
i miss the summer and winters but this family is all i have to remember things by
thank you for being the angels that stood by my side. i appreciate the guidance that light during dark tunnels
for not forcing me to change despite my greasy hair and scraped knuckles
thank you for running with me and for catching my tears when they fall
you loved me unconditionally, the kind of love a daughter could ever ask for
you traced my smile with yours and connected my bones when i was lost
you picked me up when i tried collecting dust off of table corners,
you said it was okay to feed and love the cats that roamed the streets
and i will forever admire your courage and sincerity
although life is but a fleeting journey in which our hands were once that held onto overgrown grass and our mother's hair,
let us remember this moment when everything feels less of temporary
let us appreciate the people that held our hearts,
let us thank them with a kiss, a hug, words on paper, a work of art
let us continue to love them

so here it is, my thank you to you

n.j.
dedicated to my loving parents
jennee Jan 2016
i'm tired of wasting away
i want to gather what's been lost and destroyed
and bury the demons that have kept me astray
the ashes will not be remains
but reminders of how i've grown and become strong
this is not a declaration of my weakness
but an announcement that i am a fighter
who is sick of silently screaming,
i want to scream until my lungs are sore
i don't want to put up a smile to a mask that is slowly slipping,
i don't want to give up, not anymore
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