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Best Poems Written by Jessica Arteaga

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Greatest Transport

I like to be somewhere were I can't be traced
I world of magic or stuck in the replay of my outtakes
A thousand pictures saved and phrases enjoyed take place
I could be a mystical being or an animal having race
I could be a goddess, or remembering when I ate Daddy's plate
Pretending I'm kissing a movie star or the kisses of my love; can't replace
O yes, my funnest and greatest transportation, are the ones that my mind would make.

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Get Out!

Bloated; the feeling of you getting filled with the same things of the world 
Old from not finding something new to make you feel young
Daily you thrive to make your life of interest to others, but mostly yourself
Yielded by emotions, that has diminished your pride

Other hopes have come about and gone with your procrastination
Floating inside your head, so when your body is caught you have gone

Time always a cheating mistress, but you always felt you could get more out of her
Hauling your depressions, to remind you of different kinds of sadness; masochistic
Evening light is the best, cause you are not fully viewed

Letting go of your childhood, has made you forget enjoyment of silly things
Inner self is slowly crawling more into his inner self which is crawling to nothing
Violent are your fist that you feel vibrate every time in your anger
Intentionally seeking attention, bad not a good whore at it
Null is now your favorite word
Going with out a goal 

It has swallowed you whole what ever it is...
Never mind returning bliss

Thinking about all the good times you could have, but you went ahead and missed
How much more self loathing are you going to give?
Even children get over scrapped knees

Having nothing but to agree to self pity
Open your mind and eat the many things that should be searched
Use your will again, instead of a pulse to keep living
Sense your self once more and maybe you love will also
Everything could be something

Ogre lurking inside, must be killed by your own sword 
Forgive and the apologies will feel like candy in your mouth

Timidness is not a option
Help yourself do more than just thrive!
Eager are the types of happiness that are waiting

Doubt should not let you sit
Elope your mind and body together
Adjusted to much to be a copy; so unnoticeable
Death comes at the end, not during.

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Every Day

Slow is the sun knowing that I am already awake...
Unwilling are these eyes to search that which has already been seen
Now, time waits upon my hands to make something unknown
Does anyone know how long it's been?
All my life has turn a shame
Years are passing without a gain...

Moments becomes hours for me, when I see the others smile in minutes
Old is my mouth; for not having strength for such movements 
Now, time waits upon my hands to make something unknown
Does anyone know how long it's been?
All my life has turn a shame
Years are passing without a gain...

This mind, beats so much more than this heart
Unwilling are these eyes to search that which has already been seen
Easy is the wind to those that welcome its flirty touch
Soft are the sounds of the leafs being crushed
Dazing is the street light, when watched throughout the night
Animals pass and smell my sent; small acquaintances if you might
Yonder noises: added ingredients, to help imagination take a flight

Watching children play
Eying women walk
Dim; the lights will say
Nothing seems to stop
Everyone's alive
Sadly, so am I
Death's a friend to each one of us
All of us will cry
Yelling out: Come friend, tears will not shed mine

This mind, beats so much more than this heart
How heavy is the rain on a wet coat longed?
Undisturbed is the playing of my high school song
Rusty is my skin, but I not worry for it to be touched
Sounds of other voices keep me hushed
Dealing with myself so long
Aging is my only grown
Yield please earth, been so still, I feel you spin

Friday games I never win
Reaching out to grab myself
Inside me, there is no help
Does anyone know how long it's been?
All my life has turn a shame
Years are passing without a gain...

Slow is the sun knowing that I am already awake
Awake to feel the air up above me
Tumbling down in quakes
Until I cry: NO MORE SHALL I TAKE
Riding upon hopelessness
Dying upon wait
Alone with my heart inside
Yearning for her to stay...

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Brush Your T-T-Teeth

Tiny, timid, thing
tell tales that throw time
through thought; teeth tightning trenches
these trouble tellers taunting tidbits
Thawck!
Toiling Thugs
They tinsel trash
through tonsils
Tackle them!
Trophy triumphant toddler!

1 tiny
2 timid
3 thing
4 tell
5 tales
6 that
7 throw
8 time
9 through
10 thought
11 teeth
12 tightning
13 trenches
14 these
15 trouble
16 tellers
17 tauntings
18 tidbits
19 thawck
20 toiling
21 thugs
22 they
23 tinsel
24 trash
25 tonsils
26 tackle
27 trophy
28 triumphant
29 toddler

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His Warmth

I thank you always sun and moon, but is his warmth that makes me move
My hands stay lingered in his palm, and trace the lines to write a song
His eyes they whisper: you still do know, of how my love will always grow
And with four lips they form hello, for goodbye they'll never know
My hands stay lingered in his palm, and trace the lines to write a song;
For each line has read, " hold on " that's why fingers clench so strong
And with four lips they form hello, for goodbye they'll never know
I love you more than can be known, and hopefully we'll find that's shown
For each line has read," hold on " that's why fingers clench so strong
His eyes they whisper: you still do know, of how my love will always grow
I love you more than can be known, and hopefully we'll find that's shown
I thank you always sun and moon, but it's his warmth that makes me move...

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Two Fools

Shallow ground forgot to wept
all the words that thrown were kept
and if I were you today
I think that you had more to say
and if you were for me that night
then why all the burden to begin that fight
I shall not keep these simple rules
If you and I are just two fools...

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The Kiss That Wrote

Help

Suicide

Have you eaten all the numbers?

One through six steps,

But there's always number amber...

They don't tell you about the flower petals falling;

Like shaved off finger prints so you could loose your identity,

All from closed eye lips that talk kisses and caress while re-opening wounds.

They don't tell you about the feeling;

'Cause they can't explain...

How do you describe an open mouth kissed?

Tongues twisting warm as they sweat from embrace,

Lips feeling pale, for neither has taken a breath,

Both staying connected through that thin skinned touch;

Under, blood flowing currents; that's how they blush.

All cowering down to a simple word:

Hush

Help

I'm not ready

For your kiss that wrote:

Love

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Crush

Tracing back upon this line
my fingers itch the feel of time
and yet the stray throughout the curves
I can't forget the words you served

And yet I know it was so long
when we first touched and danced that song
my heart still feels it laced upon yours
like a ribbon in a child's hair; brightly colored, deeply fair

And till I know that I am through
of all these feeling I felt for you
I want to stay and keep and touch
to ask my heart: is this a crush?

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I Believe In Aliens

A man comes up to me and says: I believe in God
Nice for you! :I say to him, but I feel the urge to jog
What do you believe in he questioned,
so I guess I thought and then I mentioned:
Well, I believe in aliens
you know those creatures in U.F.O's
I believe in the loch ness monsters,
and fairies with sparkly toes.
I believe in big foot
and I think the yeti is his cousin,
I believe in the chupacabra
and the moth man stories are a dozen!
He just stared at me then laughed and said:
Those things don't even exist!
Why I asked, there's many sightings
and those poor witnesses insist...
There's not enough or no proof he says
Well I guess you just answered God is also not real.
He gave me look and seethe through his face
the words he was trying to feel. 
I told him calm down, no need for a sound,
I believe in the big guy myself.
But your so hypocritical, and your eyes are so minimal
that my words just came out with no help.
You believe in God
and I believe in aliens and I believe in God too.
But next time be kind, to other's way of mind,
cause as you know seeings not believing and
evidence doesn't always go through
And with that I took a bow, of this gentlemen's heavy brow
and went on with a happy tune.

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Blame It On the Spill

Oh mommy, mommy!
I have fallen and my head feels ill.
O darling baby, blame it on the spill.

Oh mommy, mommy!
I dropped my milk, now I can't feel chilled.
O darling baby, blame it on the spill.

Oh mommy, mommy!
The bottle top popped and spewed my pills.
O darling baby, blame it on the spill.

Oh mommy, mommy!
The beach is black and the fish have no will!
O darling baby, blame it on the spill...