Jessica Vh Poet Free verse

Abiotic

This is not life
Façade-glossed eyes
Spilling out
Keeling from inside

This is not
What I traded for a pay check
A calendar space
Insentience

This is not dilated pupils
Suggestive smirks on long open nights
Sidewalk flocks through the blinking city sights

This is antithesis
A nihilistic spectacle
Handfuls of myself
Slung at some meaningless backdrop
Of tedious, grievous facelessness

I am dead weight
Basking in a womb of ruin
DIY
Self-inflicted holocaust,
Ashen, laughing    
Swearing that I’ll rise

This is not life
Lying awake      
Vexing over lost, losing, perpetual time
Abiotic, unborn
Pressing through groupthink, Stacholm syndrome,

Wondering when I died

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Maurice Yvonne October 14, 2014 at 9:01 PM Love this one. I always say if you want to be great you have to dare to be bad. You go out on those limbs oblivious that the branch is thin. So far you keep landing on your feet. Again Jessica, you are talented. You owe it to the world to keep reaching in and find what else is in there. Just keep applying your talent wherever you see fit.