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Jessica Highstreet Poem
The Celtics called it "Samhain",
The day the Dead are seen.
The phases change their faces,
Like the moon on Halloween.
10/9/15
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Jessica Highstreet Poem
The
mountains
Fight the skies
Piercing into
endless atmosphere
Pushed from beneath
the deepest
ancient
seas
Jessica Highstreet
10/12/15
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Jessica Highstreet Poem
Who's that girl?
She has bright eyes
Endless dreams
Ambition erupting from her ears
The world is nothing but beautiful
Everything ugly is simply misunderstood
Naïve, free girl- I miss you
Who's that girl?
Her eyes seem sad
She wants to sleep
And not be called upon
If the world would roll over
And never need her again
Maybe she'd get some rest
Tired, tattered girl- I'm so sorry
Who's that girl?
Her face is a mystery
I don't know what she wants
Or what would make her happy
I want to imagine she's strong
Another beautiful piece of the world
Standing up to all the fear that would defeat her
Brave, new girl- I look forward to meeting you
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Jessica Highstreet Poem
Dragons are not mythical
One lives within each man
One against the other,
Killing if he can
But the battle's never equal
The Sword against the Flame
The man against his dragon
Except they are the same
And songs are sang of valor
Of men that hold no fear
And men that no honor
Whose dragons persevered
In every tale on every tongue,
There lives the noblest knight
Paired besides his wicked beast,
Itching for a bite
One against the other,
Killing if he can
A tale of blood and steel
As there is in every man.
10/15/15
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Jessica Highstreet Poem
It feels, like a bad dream that I had when I was young.
No one, cares or believes. "It's the past. Let it be done."
I hear the beasts in the closet calling out my name.
I'll be safe under covers, but I'll never be the same.
No, I'll never be the same.
Nightmares begin and end here in the house that I burned down.
Our home built brick and mortar left in ashes on the ground.
They say, "child, turn away. There's nothing left to mourn."
I see ghosts of the battles, but no one won this war.
No, no one won this war.
I wake anger in my veins from the pictures in my mind.
"Don't fear, I've got you right here", says the all-expected line.
I know real from make believe, and the differences are deep.
I can't crawl into shadows, and I won't fall back to sleep.
No, I won't fall back to sleep.
Jessica Highstreet
10/9/2015
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Rain on the window
Wrapped in knitted blankets
Let's live here
Let's not leave
Let the rain come down forever
Fire warms our feet up
Music fills our ears up
Let it burn
Let it sing
Let the rain come down forever
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Jessica Highstreet Poem
I want to be the girl smelling flowers
Breathing them in and dreaming
Both our faces up-turned
Sun-soaking and beaming
To be the girl with shoulders like feathers
Bright eyes, a song on my tongue
A dance on my hip as I travel
Fresh air polluting my lungs
They'll be tucked in my hair, my blooms
When I become this girl I admire
I'll carry the sun as a crown
and pollinate the world with my fire
I want to be the girl smelling flowers
With only the sweetness to consider
Her heart filled with weightless clouds
Floating about within her
To be the girl with dew soaked ankles
From my walk on the morning's sighs
The girl with nectar in her veins
And the Milky Way in her eyes
Could be she's just a wish away
This girl I wish to be
Could be she's somewhere in a bud
Growing from a tree
One day, she'll walk along the path
With the flowers through the mist
Meeting with the lily pads
For their early evening tryst
One day, she'll misplace minutes
And idly lose her hours
Rescued from too much wishing,
I'll be the girl smelling flowers
Jessica Highstreet
10/14/15
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Oh okay, you’re colorful
And I like that thing you’re doing with your wings
Mmmm yeah, fluff those feathers
Do that hopping thing again
I liked that
Hold up, wait, what’s this?
This fella over here brought me a bottle cap?
You are OUT, hoppy boi
There is a new alpha-male in my life
Hey BottleCap boi,
How loud can you squawk?
Hmm not bad, not bad
I’ve heard louder
So do you have other gifts for me, or…
Just the bottle cap?
Just the bottle cap, then.
Well...I think...maybe….
You take your worthless bottle cap
And get the HELL out of my tree!
You know what, I’m keeping the bottle cap!
If you can’t handle me when I’m territorially aggressive
Then you don’t deserve me when I’m nesting, am I right?
It’s fine, really
I’ve got plenty more breeding seasons
And I’ve practically got a flock of idiots
Who bring me worms on the daily,
As if that would ever convince me to mate with them.
Ugh, Male specimens are such trash.
3/6/2021
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Zenith achieved
Yielding to no one
Xcept, my cracks are beginning to show
White is a lie of a color to wear
Vestigial hope lingers
Until the deeds are signed
This is my funeral I must attend with a smile
Shaky hands, sweaty forehead
Ringing bells signifying tragedy
Quenched is my thirst for pain
Passed is the time for indecision
Only forward toward death
Nameless, faceless shapes
Marching between them
Linked to the broker that means to sell me
Keeping in cheerful step to the incinerator
Jaunting to be completely destroyed
I am not the face I wear
Hindsight is haunting
Glamorous, isn't it?
Formidable, aren't I?
Everything I want comes to my feet
Desire, however, is a cage
Change is not an option
But only happiness
Always
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Down in the pits of man, lives a mounting fear
More powerful than it may appear
If their ideals ran askew
If their banks withdrew
Collars turned
Blue
And they've learned?
Work, it's what you do
Towards not "better", but "new"
Or else, all their comfort disappears
Down in the pits of man, lives a mounting fear
Jessica Highstreet
10/12/15
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