Does it always go this way
I mean you suddenly text
outta the blue
after you threw our friendship away
You erased me , blocked me
Shattered me
Yet here you text
and I can't walk away
I can't ignore
I want to trust you
I want to believe you
feel sorry
or you actually realize
our meaning to each other
Who am , I kidding
**** here , I go again
don't you dare
play me !!!
it will be you hurting
this , I promise you !!
© Jennifer L DeLong 🦏4/3/2021

The words "I love you"
Doesn't mean anything
But the soft touches against
My hand everyday, and
The fact you can remember
My birthday without a calendar
Does mean something.

The phrase "I'll never leave you"
Doesn't mean anything
But when you give me flowers
On a random day, and you know
My favorite color is green, a forest green
Does mean something.

The smile on your face
Doesn't mean anything
But when you are cautious
And remember I don't like
Physical contact without permission
That means something

part of me wants to scream
I want to scream out to the world to get them to understand
I want to scream until there isn’t a single breath left in my lungs until they sting with the energy , I've expended and my words hang in the air for all to hear
to be a poet you must write with a certain passion
live with the satisfaction that you can constantly assemble phrases words and lines
because to truly write you must feel
you must freely write your emotion
you must learn to let go of your darkest secrets
allow the words to flow from your mind
liberate yourselves from mental slavery
they cannot comprehend why I write
I am striving for inner peace
fighting for the freedom of my soul
writing is my form of release because sometimes
poetry is not a release of emotion but an escape of emotion
moments & raw emotions
these aren't things ready made
we fear what we know but do not understand
we are loose at the seams
pretending to fine
Yet desiring to be heard
understood from the core
of our poems our souls
© Jennifer Delong  🦏 8/14/18

Some people: That's vandalism!
Other people: That's art!
Me: How the hell did they get up there?

When I’m better,
now you want to know me,
if your heart was
as big as your ego.
You’ll be considered as real.
Let me go,
for my soul needs rest
before it’s taken, I’m not
worried about flying,
I’ll be gone anyday.

When I ask myself
Who am I & what I do
Sometimes I ponder upon
Sometimes I wonder too ...

A soul on fire
Or a truthful liar
Ripples on the surface sometimes
Or a deep sea desire ...

I am whatever you see
What's unknown , that's too , me ...

Drowning in this judgemental sea
Why can't I be just who I want to be?
Their judging fingers pointing at me
I desire to be free
Why can't I be me?

if everything is just a memory,
tell me if i am
worthy of
that time
where you think of me
or in the end,
even when your heart
thinks of me, is really just a memory

Another night
But the same thoughts
Debating who was right
Taking blame for the trouble caused
You'd walk over my mind leaving me lame
I changed for you, just so you'd stay
But it was only another night
And just different thoughts
With brittle egg shells I walk on
I revel in the evil you taught