I am all entangled...
I have fallen on clusters of thorns...
All stuck... it bleeds everywhere
A vine of thorns wraps around my head...
And it gets more painful as I try to remove it...
Oh!...someone has come...she is trying to help me out...
But it's tough...I am crying...
I remember last...sitting on the Poetry swing...
When Words and Feelings pushed me higher from behind...
Higher! and higher...that even the blue sky could hear my verses
I was so happy...and even the pianos played...
But then someone came
I was scared....they pushed me from the swing
My knees were bleeding and my hand was bruised...
The blue sky had black clouds...it was all dark
They had already killed Words and Feelings...
And were on their way...to crumble me!
When...I felt someone picked me...
They raised me higher...and threw me in the air
And I landed in this cluster of thorns...in the dark
Where...I am all entangled...

🔱
WITH THE WORDS SHE WROTE
PASSIONATELY WITH HER PEN
YOU CAN FEEL THE INK
CRAWL UPON YOUR SOUL

HER CREATIVE YET HARD LIFE
BLESSED US WITH HER POEMS
SHE IS WHAT SPIRIT CALLS LIFE

PAIN STRIFE LOVE ABUSED
SHE WILL NOT FALL DOWN
WITH THE STROKES OF THE INK
ITS WRITTEN HER PERSONALLY

LET MY WORDS CONSUME YOU
OPEN YOUR MIND BE NOT AFRAID
DARE TO BE THERE WITH ME

FIND THE PLEASURE
IN POEMS WRITTEN
NAUGHTY & SO DELICIOUS

READ THE STRUGGLES
TOUGH DAYS LONELY NIGHTS
LONGING TO BE LOVED
NEEDING TO BE HEARD

SURVIVING ON THE STROKES
OF MY HAND ONTO PAPER
IS THIS HOW IT ENDS
WRITING IN INK
THE RHYTHM OF MY LIFE
WORDS JUST WORDS WRITTEN

©🇯ENNIFER  🇩ELONG ♬✘↯

Wild and Wispy
or so they say
Willful and Wise
that may be true
Witchy and Wonderful
Could it be
Or so it seems
They may be
Seeing me
from looking in
Or looking through
It could all be true
© Jennifer L DeLong 3/4/2021

my propensity  
to manifest demons into people
consistently projecting
the tragedies of my own imagination
into other people
my desire to eject
leaves me like the cockroaches
hungry and filthy
but i didn’t make me
right?
theres nothing in me that wants it
why can’t i starve
the deep hate
eat the world’s abundance
decadent and I, undeserving
i’m tired of not feeling something
only feeling nothing
drive my skin against the walls
that i built up
just to long for them to fall
but it’s not me
no accountability
ready
it’s you and me
i need purity
to know you want me
not just me in you
you make me feel nothing close of void
sleep with me
just me
i promise i don’t see