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Jennifer Woolery Poem
I will cure you of all your pain:
The lie that inflamed you,
The game that betrayed you.
I will cure you of all your shame:
The pity that distained you,
The past that retained you.
I will cure you of all your insecurities:
The shallow thoughts that enslaved you,
The mindless torture that ereased you.
Your eyes will close.
Seated firmly in a chair.
Positioned in a room.
Flashing lights.
Beaming bulbs.
A single drip of sweat,
And you will be cured.
Copyright © Jennifer Woolery | Year Posted 2012
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Jennifer Woolery Poem
Fish swam in blue waves of cotton candy
Carless gulps of salty ocean
Tails whipping through chocolate sea
Sweet as a rice crispy treat
Mindless beauties beneath the land
Squishy scales under quick sand
While dinosaurs chant for reincarnation
Butterflies flutter in several mazes
Carrying souls from eras beneath to
Timeless eras above to retreat
Copyright © Jennifer Woolery | Year Posted 2012
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Jennifer Woolery Poem
If you had it your way I’d have a ventriloquist mind.
Everything would be perfect and I’d be so on time.
You have tricks up your sleeves, but I would be blind.
The memories have disappeared and you’d be so kind.
We would travel the world in blissful sin.
You’d shower me with empty compliments that shine
Like diamonds and jade.
And I’d think that thinking would ruin our home.
So I’d move with the light and the sound, hand in hand while
You’d be the man.
Huffing and puffing about all of your fame, and me,
Your girl, I’d never recognize your game.
And you’d win.
My soul would end and we’d form into one,
Blind to misery and in fear of the gun.
Breathing would stop and I’d look around in search
Of a past nowhere to be found.
trapped in a life I never chose,
Unfamiliar faces and you staged in a pose.
Your ego larger than the box in which I’m enclosed.
Copyright © Jennifer Woolery | Year Posted 2012
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