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jennifer ann Nov 2015
demons, ghosts, and ghouls,
bring down there wrath, and sadistically
they laugh, while sitting upon pedastools,

you road in on your high horse,
spreading lies and confusion, faking
feelings of remorse, lost in your illusions

demons, ghosts and ghouls,
sitting upon pedastools,and i feel like a fool,
i never imagined that this would happen.
jennifer ann Aug 2015
she searched for him in crowded cafes,
a man who would love her for the rest of her days.
he would be a poet, honest and wise.
she thought that she had found him, behind sad
brown eyes, but all of this guys, poetry and promises,
they were nothing but awful lies...,

she went through hell, searching for him.
so many imposters standing in the way,
they told her that she was the one, but none,
had seemed to stay. and when she finally found
him. she was sure that he would leave.
and when he told her that he loved her,
she did not believe,
at first. she didn't think that they would stay
together, she was so sure that he would find
someone to replace her, someone that he liked
much better,
because she was always second best.
because nothing ever lasts forever...

but summer turned to fall, and he broke down all her walls.
he wasn't a poet, but he was brave and beautiful.
his big brown eyes  they weren't sad at all.., they gleamed
like moon beams. they were the two most beautiful eyes that
she had ever saw...
and those eyes put the light back in hers,
he never filled them with sorrow, he helped her grow.
he didn't weigh her down with negativity, you see, he loved her
and he always let her know

finally finding a heart to call home,
she would no longer suffer,
because she didn;t just find him,
the two had found one another.
ummm this might ****. im really tired and kind of buzzed.
jennifer ann Aug 2015
drunk with power.
he shot his gun, hit the
pavement, and began to run.
shouting lies. another unarmed man dies.
now his family grieves and cries,
look at all of the damage you have done.

he knew his rights, he didn't want to fight,
or follow your commands, he didn't deserve to die.
so tell me why,  his  blood is  on your hands..

he didn't even get to say goodbye,
he didn't know that that would be his last car ride.
he will never see another day.
all because you couldn't just let him drive away.
this poem is about samuel dubose, an unarmed man who was shot by a campus security guard, ray tensing. when ray tensing pulled Samuel dubose over for something petty to meet his quota he asked Samuel dubose to get out of the car. Samuel refused to get out of the car because he knew his rights. ray tensing held him there sitting in the car for a very long period of time and refused to let him leave until he got out of the car. samuel dubose pleading for him to just give him a ticket and to let him be on his way. Samuel dubose then began to drive away and Ray Tensing grabbed a hold of the car door, when Samuel Dubose didn't stop driving Ray tensing shot him, saying that Samuel had been dragging him and he had been afraid for his life. on the body cam that Ray tensing had been wearing you can clearly see that Samuel had his hands up before Ray tensing shot him. no incriminating evidence had been found in the vehicle.
jennifer ann Aug 2015
i was far too kind,
i was far too blind,
insignificant in your eyes,
and it didn't register at all
in my mind.

you're so pretentious and cold,
you think that you're so deep.
you say that i sold you out,
& that i'm just a brainwashed
sheep.

you're only compassionate
when it's convenient for you,
if anyone knows that, it's me.
just a selfish *****, a low life ****,
with a **** personality,
no integrity, or originality.


you will never be kurt cobain,
or layne staley..., sorry to crush your dreams....
but you're just another clone,
in a flannel jacket,  and ripped jeans...

you rant on and on
about what's right and wrong,
please give me a break,
and no, you're not edgar allen poe...
you're just a ******, with an over inflated ego...
you're so low, and fake.
jennifer ann Aug 2015
you make me feel feelings, i have never felt.
just a smile from you and i completely melt.
i could stare at you for days, i could hold
you for years, when i'm lost in your gaze,
this whole world just dissapears.

you hold my heart in your hands,
i hope you understand,
i'll always stand by you
and do for you whatever i can.

my love for you runs deeply
deeper than the deepest sea,
i could never put into words,
just what it is that you do to me.
happy three year aniversary.
jennifer ann Jul 2015
I'M PRETTY HIGH YOU GUYS,
I'M NOT TELLING LIES, OR
CRACKING WISE.
I'M STARTING TO GET STARS IN
MY DIALATED EYES.

I'M GOING TO TAKE A WALK OUTSIDE
BUT I COULDN'T WALK A STRAIGHT LINE,
HOPE NO ONE NOTICES I SMELL LIKE ****,
INDEED, I'M FEELING PRETTY FINE.
AND IF YOU WANT TO BRING ME DOWN,
I'LL SAY 'NICE TRY TO SWINE.'
BECAUSE YOU CAN FALL IN LINE,
I'M FLOATING ON CLOUD NINE.
jennifer ann Jul 2015
go on and walk away, there is noting more that i can say,
i never mattered to you anyway.

treat me like a stranger, treat me like a joke,
when my heart is in danger, and all my dreams
gone up in smoke.
make me feel like a fool for ever believing in you,
oh how you laugh and you poke.

i remember when i was your bestfriend,
although it was long ago, when you said
that i became someone that you didn't wish to  know.
i remember all the screaming and the sorrow
that happened after, smoking on the train tracks,
the long phone calls and the laughter,
you were the whole book to me, but to you
i was just a chapter, i remember when you left
me, a broken disaster.

i remember when you told me that i would
see you soon, you crying in the car, when my heart
bursted like a baloon. i still remember all the talks we
had, the friendship, the madness and regret, but that
friendship was lost a long time ago.
i just hadn't grasped it yet.
i guess that i didn't realise that i was so
easy for you to just forget.
all this time i thought you cared,
because of all of the things that we shared,
i guess i should have known, and should have
gotten it through my head, when you let them taunt me
on the phone, and said you wouldn't care if i were dead.

when i was lost, looking for an anwser,
restless and unsure,
i had never felt more insecure.
maybe this person that i'm remembering
was never, who you really were.
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