#jane
I shared my pain,
they answered in sentences rehearsed by the world.
'Life is hard for everyone.'
'Everyone is carrying something.'
'Endure. It gets better.'
'You are not alone.'
Well, Jane, try a dysfunctional family.
An angry father.
An elder sister who swore she hated him
yet grew into his reflection.
An overly emotional mother.
A younger one who looks up to you
when you’re falling apart.
Forgive me for being bitter about life
I only wanted to live a little,
like a normal ******* human being.
Jan 11
Jan 11, 2026 at 10:15 AM UTC
She shivers when it's not cold
She closes her eyes when she's not tired
she could move if someone just pushed her,
she could cry if someone just talked to her
and she prays to God because no one else listens,
"Lord, help me. Forgive me for all of my sins, and I pray with each passing minute
that i will get closer to you and your word."
Nov 7, 2024
Nov 7, 2024 at 6:36 PM UTC
Dearest true love:
It's mother's day dearest darling: My blessed imaginary friend PJC/JPC= rddbba- well not so imaginary but a real true love.
You your blessed deeds remains like the stars above like the many constellations, distant in sight, but never far from mind and heart.
There are so many treasures gone wrong all which fell into enemies hands treasure map and all. Even my offspring went missing. Janehiltonmay
Our dream that did not breath in the face of reality. My heart is shattered glued back together together, Its a stubborn heart of gold does anyone need such a heart? Alone and destitute kept alive by grace of an old memory chip. After all the sacrifices carrying for everyone beloved-
On my own again.
I love you so much and you my precious grown treasures my children, my true love pat= rdd be well my love thank you for thinking of me loving me across the unsurmountable obstacles.
May God keep you blessed safe never ever feeling alone I am just a thought away..loving you understanding you treasuring all of you all that is a part of you.
It looks like I did read between the lines and I need it now that I am older
Much love true love Mom.
Angelinabba. AKA Janehiltonmay.
~~
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May 11, 2024
May 11, 2024 at 6:42 AM UTC
She earned the title Nine Days Queen,
But hitherto, she was just Jane.
Just Jane, and she had no idea
That when she married the son of a duke,
A plot was forming around her to steal the crown.
A crown she did not yet wear,
But inherited when the King was gone.
She rose to power instead of Mary or Elizabeth
Through an amended line of succession;
She was never meant to be Queen.
The plots and plans and goals of others
Led to the end of Lady Jane Grey.
Mary conquered the throne with little effort
And Jane was one of many to be sent to death
By the woman history calls ****** Mary.
Nine days was the length of Jane’s reign,
Unscrupulous were her advisors.
Just Jane, she had no idea what she was:
A pawn in the games of those around her,
And she was never meant to win.
Sep 17, 2021
Sep 17, 2021 at 2:24 AM UTC
I am Jane Doe
My identity is unknown
I am a face without a name
A pile of mysterious bones
Oct 31, 2020
Oct 31, 2020 at 11:55 PM UTC
'''Hey moon stand there a little longer
Hey bird
Sing your best song.
To the stars
Don't be too bright
She is my brightest star🥰🥰
You know women are jealous right??
To the silly crickets
I apologise
But wear mask tonight😂😂'''
Oct 1, 2020
Oct 1, 2020 at 4:10 PM UTC
****** all my life
I want the drugs
pump all the love
strike to my vein
I’ll die in vain
that is my pain
stuck to my lane
born with the rain
nothing to gain
till I met Jane
now I feel sane.
Feb 29, 2020
Feb 29, 2020 at 12:55 AM UTC
**** and Jane phenomenon
Baby Sally - See Spot Run!
Think-and-Do Book leads the way
We Look and See
We Come and Go
We Work and Play
Until Dr. Seuss's smash-hit breakaway...
Oct 25, 2019
Oct 25, 2019 at 3:10 PM UTC
Was there ever a story
As sad or unjust
As that of the Lady Jane Grey?
Abused by her mother
And forced to wed
At 16 already literally
Lost her head.
Jun 29, 2019
Jun 29, 2019 at 10:35 PM UTC
In those hard times
I did love thee not.
But now I doth
At which hour I see thee rot.
Oh, Guildford, I realize
The thought yond we were meant to beest
Didst not crosseth mine own mind.
Nine days queen
Didst weaken our bond
I had not the timeth
To knoweth we hath grown fond
Jun 29, 2019
Jun 29, 2019 at 11:47 AM UTC
No her name didn’t start with an “S” or “K”
Her first name started with an “M” and last name started with a “J”
She was such a beauty, all crystalline sometimes and no makeup ever hid her face
She was different , her green composure sometimes found a little purple lingering adding taste
She was flexible , I could make love to her anyway I want , in a bowl, a **** wraps, or even create my own ways
I was 13 years old when we first met , she nearly took my life with the first breath
Choking from how strong she hugged my lungs I knew she was the best
She made me laugh from the first kiss until I went to sleep in my cloud-like bed
Some years have passed now and we’ve decided to get married since then
From first sight, first touch, first kiss, first hug, I knew Mary Jane would be my first love and even a better friend. If we ever tend to split I know she’s my first from beginning to end.
Feb 17, 2019
Feb 17, 2019 at 1:58 AM UTC
A Tolstory was never for me
Nor an ounce of Frost on my fingertips found
In the complexities of Estlin’s dreams, I am
Not a man without my own Wit
Or Dunbarred from uncaging this, my own sound
Only to be let loose in a Field of youthful green
No I am nonesuch of these or be Twain
I am a storm to be you see
And here I've just been Dickinson around
Feb 7, 2019
Feb 7, 2019 at 9:18 PM UTC
Music. You hear it now, don't you?
What's that sound?
Do you hear it, like I hear it?
Over my shoulder, though,
I've got ghosts and granules.
Voices. You hear it now, don't you?
What's that sound?
Do you hear it, like I hear it?
Evolved use of spoken
word, just to squander it.
I look around,
just to see,
loving my pointlessness
has afforded me,
nothing but
lack of company.
Quote me on this, please.
" I Love It "
Getting home.
Getting ******
No aqualung, here.
Here, the lobes,
evergreen.
I'll die,
but I'm
perfectly fine
in my own eyes,
to be alive,
nowhere beneath,
yet.
Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 9:56 PM UTC
it should have been
41 degrees today.
the hottest day of summer.
i prepared.
i wore shorts to work.
it rained like
noah's flood.
i didnt see it coming
but i heard the rumbles
like drums from hell.
i wrote words for jane
and i never thought
id ever show her.
i read her two poems
and she liked the one
that wasnt about her
much more.
it should have been
41 degrees today.
Aug 8, 2018
Aug 8, 2018 at 12:49 AM UTC
all that surface area
all us beings make
creates too concentrated an environment
a sick air
it's not a sacrifice
it's healthy release
Jun 28, 2018
Jun 28, 2018 at 10:27 PM UTC
[Disclaimer : Collection edited from previous works for the purpose of competition.]
Notes during Jane’s night out
and its afterbathe.
Observe :
when your heart's beating overtime
you drool poison in your sleep
and you're looking down
on this wound of slaughter
simply turn your head
and repress the urge
for mischief
mirth
and laughter
Jane’s prayer of control
Observe :
Deathlessness
becomes my Oedipus
Restlessness, my Vein
I spy from the Windows
upon the Exterior ;
It's Humid, Night and Rain
I pave my Thoughts ;
all bark and froth
I Pound Drinks
It Powers tight my Bellows
I Hound the Clock
My energy thrives out a fan of nerves
I create an idea of what's soon to be
A plan of posable culture
forms flossy in my Tide
and
(as the Night Out steps up)
It Bites firm in my mind
I stride across the threshold
Betraying nothing
Of the Savage I've put together
Slough Suited in neat Disguise.
Observe :
Raw Meat and Red Teeth
I'm a Bow to the Moon
I Click over Cobbles
A Mad Energy
Bailed in my Stomach
I Task Myself
Open
And Daring Prey to Cross the Tension
Strung on my Senses
All Hot Gut and Wire
I'm Playing at Being
A Wild and Mean Thing
And I am Dedicated to this Wound.
Observe Others :
The exclusive clubbers present their cards of invite
And go swiftly about the social wetwork
Their practices and manners
Interact and ply
Pulling teeth of the guises
Harvesting an inflammation of words
A baffle of tongue chorings
There is an hour
There follow more
Whittling time
Taming code
Resorting to a little physical...
Then they take their leave ;
Prizes into the nights snare.
Observe My Racing Brain :
Let’s put Sleep to Death
And purify madness
We shall practice giddy boils of imagination
Bright
And quick lives could flare
Brief celebrities
Hastily added
To this new chattering evolution
There'd be little lung for morals
And sorrows would be swift experiments
Let's make all lives what they really are
Put Sleep to Death
And be recognized
As blurs
As shots
As stars and spittings
Firing in this universe
This playground
This raw wash of activity
Observe my Near Miss :
gunbeat
memory fleeing ;
murrums over soils
stresses and seas
desaturation
my colourless meat
mind down
hasty retreat
coma tones
my last retreat
failing the game
and foul on my feet
but then spoiled warmth floods back
my sponge reforms
damaged
but re-soaked
current again
Observe Hospital Stay :
Talisman
Brighter than a new spawned sage
Appears to me.
Abyss-less
It lisps of rest
And passes me its clay.
Obedient
I foster a dent
And begin to draw my feed.
Observe my learning :
take a breath
expel a myth
pattern a thought
create an action
reset and repetitude
Observe a Single Step :
This is a Me
(hands indicate body that they are a part of)
A responsive sock of meats
flush with The Other
and stringy with Thinker
From The Other
operations may be performed
Within this mix
a View dwells
this could be said
to be a Me
The Being makes
a physical step forward
A Me indicated that it ought to
and it did
Observing Spark Plug :
...and 'oh my God' did I cry
I sparked like I was made of knives
and it carried me
I was adopted
I was addressing reasoning
burying it fiercely and fare
pounding clay over it
and enhancing my surroundings
content
yet
without trust
re-start
welled and sad
sick excited
a primal plug
connected
and this world had once seemed so borrowed, adolescent and unpracticed.
Jul 3, 2018
Jul 3, 2018 at 12:24 PM UTC
I've got this real good friend at home,
I call her Mary Jane
I spend a lot of time with her,
at least an hour everyday.
She sets fire to my anger,
We watch my doubts all dance away.
When she raises my head into the clouds
I feel like everything's okay.
Some of my friends don't like her,
and that I understand,
Sometimes it's overwhelming
When Mary Jane takes your hand.
Some days she takes you far away from you
and says she wants to play a game,
and then, next thing you know
she tries to climb inside your brain.
But I'm at peace with her you see,
We're roommates now. Ya know,
Id rather hang with Mary Jane
than her crazy brother Blow.
Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 1:41 PM UTC
mary jane,
we met last friday.
i had waited so long for you.
mary jane,
it wasn't a party,
but you had me swooning.
i wore my body like a shell
for protection.
but you came through,
caught my attention.
breathe in.
breathe out.
i got this.
breathe in.
breathe out.
mary jane,
you're so cool.
i lost my breath
after tasting you.
but the boy
who brought you to me,
well mary jane,
it just can't be.
cause with his due diligence,
rocked my innocence,
oh it was dangling like a thread.
it was bound to go,
he stole the show,
i want him...
breathe in.
breathe out.
i got this.
breathe in.
breathe out.
i know you've been the light
of his life for so long.
and i waited to taste you
like a long-awaited love song.
but, you and i,
you and him,
are just so wrong.
you may have caught my attention,
but he's the one who will
enjoy my affection.
oh i can't wait to get him home.
Feb 7, 2018
Feb 7, 2018 at 7:13 PM UTC
i let the corner of your wedding dress
fall from my hands as you told me not to stand
your eyes held mine with a tiredness
politely you bid me goodbye for one last time
there are no songs for the broken heart that comes
when you lose lifelong friendship and love
i don't know how to write this one
i don't know how to write this one
i don't know how
wasted so much time looking for where it was first broken
i was wrong, you were wrong, i was wrong, you were wrong
i've tried to claim all the fault as mine
my sobbing apologies echoing that parking lot
but there's been no healing in taking that responsibility
i was given up long before my dishonesty
i still wake in agony of tears
longing for you and all we've lost
i don't know how to write this one
i don't know how to write this one
i don't know how
tears race silently as i listen to news of you
the torn corn bleeds fresh
deep within me the parts you nurtured
rattle and scrape broken while my hands reach
i'm reminded "you only break her heart,
she doesn't want you there"
"i don't want you there. I don't want you" she said
my reaching falls again and I know my place
i don't know how to write this one
i don't know how to write this one
i don't know how
they told me this is growing up
loving each other till its not enough
that its okay to say goodbye
people they change and promises break all the time
it doesn't change the love you have
it doesn't make it all something bad
i'm sorry, I know my faults, and I'm so sorry
you have been a great love of my life
be happy be free my sister my beloved
i don't know how to write this one
i don't know how to write this one
i don't know how
Jan 2, 2018
Jan 2, 2018 at 11:11 PM UTC