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Jasmine Mcghee Poem
A wandering spirit love failed to embrace.
Time, an immortal, continues to move at its pace.
Indecision chains curiosity's zeal.
The spirit begins to dwindle and so does the will.
A presence causes something to stir within.
Despite defenses around this half-dead heart, rekindled and unhinged.
An intangible hand reaches out; the demeanor changes from warm to cold.
Fleeting without explanation; uncontrolled.
A dangling modifier now in search of completion.
Unanswered questions hover open like a rotting wound; childhood notions.
Fragile, damaged; heart's enthusiasm regresses.
Adrenaline and emotions finally rest.
Silent pleas and cries for understanding go unheard.
Exits; no noise; no word.
Affection refuses countenance with vindictive epitome.
Pursuing in trance for IT will never “see",
this nonentity.
Copyright © Jasmine Mcghee | Year Posted 2012
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Gentle, mild, and meek.
Human-strong and weak.
A mask to hide away the pain.
Hard to live with shame.
Good person, good friend.
A ? mark; never seen through to the end.
Chivalry is dead and so is the “good
Samaritan” act.
In this world today, it’s a true, proven fact.
Humble; a little pride, determination is my drive.
If I want things to get better for me,
hope burns on the inside.
Reserved and I move at my own pace.
Steady and slow, less consequences to face.
This is my life; pathetic as it is.
It’s the only one I have; not urs, theirs, hers or his.
I know who I am.
I have too much respect for myself and body; forever condemned.
So if u ask me,
“Who are u and what I am?
I’ll smile and say,
“For I am Poetry!”
Profound, misunderstood, and a lifelong mystery.
Copyright © Jasmine Mcghee | Year Posted 2008
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Love + me will always = pain.
Disappointments and knowledge are the results I gain.
Mending gradually yet the heart remains the same.
Closets are filled to capacity with no vacancy to place the blame.
I hate myself, this flesh never seems to redeem.
Outward appearances capture strangers' eyes; their conjured reflections evade my dreams.
I'm not good enough; I will never be seen for who, not what, I truly am.
Perfection, requirements, and preferences overwhelm me like a dam.
Scars, bruises, and blemishes leave their mark.
Constant remainders chipping away at me like tree bark.
Beating myself emotionally, physically, mentally has left confusion; sensations numb.
Damaged beyond repair; I'm an invisible shadow. No sense of place or time.
Just a faceless phantom.
No matter what people do to me for it will never come close as to what I do to myself on the inside.
I'll return to that broken mirror forever trying to piece that which I've lost.....a shattered image.
Refusing to accept that part of me has died.
But I'll keep right on coming; believing the lies.
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Copyright © Jasmine Mcghee | Year Posted 2012
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Old and outdated.
Diligent and worn-out; have faded.
Useful and used.
Left confused.
Why people only use me?
Refusing to look beside the outward appearance; there's more than
what the eyes can see.
Only talked to when they're in trouble or they're in need.
Forgotten actions that only seem mean.
Tossed to the side; fading as quick as a thought.
Depressed and a little bit distraught.
Similar to sex, I'm seen as an object.
Skipped, straight to the body, but no subject.
The world's not ready for a person like me.
This is the new millennium where others have ceased to be.
Closure and concluded; hit delete.
Old, worn-out, and faded; obsolete.
Copyright © Jasmine Mcghee | Year Posted 2008
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Many thoughts on this little head of mine.
Consciousness deteriorates over the elusive time.
Losing myself as I ponder this temporary blockage.
Everything thrown off during this power outrage.
This mask I seem to hide behind.
I'm running from something that I refuse to find.
People are so easy to deceive because their eyes captivate an image.
Minds wonder through its pilgrimage.
I smile, but they perceive me to be happy.
If they only knew the truth, judgments will be passed; and I feel crappy.
Pain runs deep within these veins.
I can still feel the inside, gnawing away with its fangs.
Fighting for survival and my sanity.
Though constant and rigid, I stand apart from vanity.
I'm not what people have mold me out to be.
Even if people feel as if they "know me",
sad to say, you (people) never will.
Copyright © Jasmine Mcghee | Year Posted 2012
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I am the undead.
The terror you're elluding inside your head.
I am the agony tampering with your heart.
Lingering as you slowly come apart.
I am misery dwelling within the eyes.
Half-dead, hope and joy has now died.
I am the emptiness that is filling the soul.
Yearning for that someone to hold.
I am the memories of the past and present that keeps you up at night.
No matter how much you cry, run, or isolate yourself;
In the dark corner of your mind, I'll be there......
waiting with delight.
Copyright © Jasmine Mcghee | Year Posted 2010
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