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Jessi C Poem
Drip drop, drip drop
The pitter patter against the window pane
The rickety rack
of the children out back
playing in the rain
and in the dark old dusty house
a body lay in pain
a hue of color in a room so black
the hint of Rosey must
eyes shut tight
hands at her side
swinging too and fro
and in the darkness of the day
her spirit she let go
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Jessi C Poem
In the shadow lies a dream
a fairy tale, or so it seemed
from which way do the daggers fly
weither right before you
or to the side
though once or twice your sure to stumble
a pain as sharp as nails
for when the daggers in your back
you look to see a trail
a trail of life
from past to present
its red hue in your midst
and if the eyes before you
are those of a friend
the dagger's sure to twist
until the very end
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Jessi C Poem
i hate how you think im always happy
how you always say that you give me everything i want...
its almost as if you think that the only things i want are materialistic things...
like i never want to feel complete...
i hate how you think im always happy
how you make me feel like crap on the inside
why cant you see that the only thing i ever wanted...
was a single day...
one day where we can laugh again...
have fun again.. like we used to..
why cant you see that the all i ever really wanted was a single moment...
a moment where i knew that everything would be ok...
that even when teenage drama takes over...
id still have you there for comfort...
why cant you see that all i ever really wanted was a family..
one that i can shamlessly show my friends that i have...
a family whos past can only be concidered that
no more dwelling of mistakes made
why cant you see...
why is it so hard for you to see...
that screaming and yelling and cursing and shouting....
will never scare the bad things that make you want to hide...
does it make you feel better?
to scream and shout?
does it make you feel bigger than the man in the house?
or the children who lock themselfs behind doors...
who blast the music so as to hide behind the words that scream "I HATE WHEN YOU DO THIS"
i hate how you think im always happy...
especially when i know that happiness is the farthest thing from my mind...
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Jessi C Poem
Dark as day
Calm as night
A breeze to only pass you by
and in the wind
the voices sing
a taunting tale of torture
A maiden in dispair
a devious drangon in a pit of sorrow
locked her in his lair
a corpse she lay
in dying hands
those words unspoken said
" No more can you keep my heart,
now that i am dead"
Copyright © Jessi C | Year Posted 2006
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