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Elisha Jackson Poem
If you are the sun
Then I am the moon
We may be millions of miles apart
The stars echo our joy, if only for a short time
You are praised for your light
I admire you even if I have to hide in darkness
You are a tapestry
That paints the picture of beauty
We may be on opposite ends of the room
Doomed the circle each other
Like the moon circles the sun
But I will cherish you even if I never tell you how I feel
Copyright © Elisha Jackson | Year Posted 2024
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Elisha Jackson Poem
We all bathe here in the leaking fluid of the school's belly,
unconcerned by the world, because as far as we're concerned,
the only thing that matters are the results for a test.
Art is dying
because we are forced to hinder our creativity.
All we are left with when the seven hours are up
are impressions of our former selves.
Works of art that this world can change and indoctrinate.
Life implodes in the palm of my hand
because nothing is essential
or consequential
when you imprison it in a grade book.
I miss the days
when word and pictures would flow forth
and my mind was free to rest
instead of worrying when the day may come
that I would need to put the lock-down drills into practice.
Copyright © Elisha Jackson | Year Posted 2024
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Elisha Jackson Poem
I'm willing to worship
Any girl that calls me a name other than disgusting
The world is progressive
But it has not moved forward
I turn to face the linoleum, saying,
"Oh the ceiling is looking mighty fine today"
And then they squeal
"Ew, she's looking at me!"
Report me to the principal if you dare
I dare you to be outed
And still have to show up to class every day
I leave the locker room
Gym shorts and ugly gray t-shirt
Covering up the undeserved shame I feel
I'm just focused on trying to make the volleyball team
I'm not worried about how high you're hiking up your shorts
It doesn't make you look cool
Oh, and Josh, I talked to him
He doesn't like you
I hope your Christian parents
Can see how you dress when they aren't there to check in the morning
Putting on mascara that's full of vulgarity
And misleading phrases
Your pretty polished faces made middle school living torture
I should have stayed in the closet
Instead of coming out for you
Copyright © Elisha Jackson | Year Posted 2024
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Elisha Jackson Poem
We are the doomed generation
Addiction runs through our veins
The burden of being the generation to solve climate change
The tumors of self-loathing are embedded in our deepest parts
We are the doomed generation
We are the damned generation
The seas of doubt stir within
The line between good and evil thins
Evil wins out
We are the damned generation
We are the chosen generation
We were chosen for a reason
A compilation of all our predecessors
We are the chosen generation
Doomed, damned, and chosen to die
This is our generation
Copyright © Elisha Jackson | Year Posted 2024
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Elisha Jackson Poem
I awoke from a small seed
Born from the sun and earth of humble origins
Surrounded by others waiting to bloom
A journey I took,
Through the soil until the sun turned to smile on my face
My leaves turned upwards
I awoke to see the sprouts around me
All of us different,
Yet connected
In this desert world of turmoil
Their stems and petals casting dappled light around my figure
My hands small and capable
My mind empty and free
My body curved and green
My hair bounces in coiled waves of blossoms
As I grew,
Buds opening towards the sky
I learned
I, a violet bending over the grass
All kinds of flowers filled the empty land around me
All of us in this meadow, unburdened by the weight of this world
As I grew towards the clouds,
The winds came and blew over
The only ones left were me and trees swaying in the strong wind
I no longer think of the flowers around me
I am singular
A member of my own species
I have sealed the walls to garden
I have built up a fence to block out the world
I know you have to be strong or else you get rained on
Overgrown by the weeds
And choked out by the dandelions
In my adolescence,
The trees turned new leaves and I became surrounded by colors
Then the yellows and reds dropped and withered,
Their colors becoming bleak and brown
Snow covered by stem and the grass in the field
I have learned that death is another part of life
Withering and watching
Springtime has arrived
Greens and new flowers are bursting forth again
Little girls in white dresses pluck the flowers
I don't want to be plucked
I turn away from their firm hands,
Roots planted in the ground
I realized,
As summer drew near
That every flower gets plucked at some point
Like every paper gets drawn on or every cloth gets worn
I've been alive for many years now
Will anyone want me?
If I'm withered and worn and torn
If my leaves are starting to brown and twist
I'm fine in my walls
In my own private garden
When a flower comes to peace with being un-plucked or untouched,
They have reached maturity
I am still not grown
But I am a lavender girl becoming a lavender woman
Copyright © Elisha Jackson | Year Posted 2024
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Elisha Jackson Poem
Notes app poetry
Easy to write at 3 AM in bed
With a bowl of Cheetos balancing on my stomach
Notes app poetry
Harder to convey
And say
Your juvenile heartbreak
In a way that lets others respect
Your words and your rhymes
Notes app poetry
Fun to write
But never fun to publish
Do you want people to mock you?
The verses you worked so hard to handcraft
Read like teenage angst
With arbitrary line breaks
Instead of a serious confession to the person who sits behind you in 2nd period
I write with a pen
Because ink is permanent
Instead of the fleeting emotions we have
During the night
Copyright © Elisha Jackson | Year Posted 2024
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Elisha Jackson Poem
On a tree
Overcome by the scent of citrus
Sitting on a branch plucking fruit
With the rhythmic sound of grass below me
The wind blowing the grass like waves
Filling the air with musicality
The blossoms
Yellow and white
With the possibility to be greater than buds
Tightly closed but ready to open
Offshoots of the bigger, stronger branch
I have this quiet moment to myself
To admire nature at its finest
Chewing on honeysuckle
The blossoms are shaped like stars
Soft and round petals
But pointy,
Permeating through the casing they are trapped in
A star, that when pollinated, grows
Growing into the tangy fruit that we know
Copyright © Elisha Jackson | Year Posted 2024
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Elisha Jackson Poem
I apologize
For all the dandelion necks
I have snapped
Copyright © Elisha Jackson | Year Posted 2025
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Elisha Jackson Poem
Life doesn't belong to any of us
It passes by,
unfathomable
It flows through our fingertips
Encapsulates us, satiates our spirits
Graces us with swollen ankles
And delicate skin prone to wrinkles
Copyright © Elisha Jackson | Year Posted 2025
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Elisha Jackson Poem
Your locs are a crown
I hope you know that
Don’t ever slick them back
Into the suffocating ponytail that you once wore
Your voice, soothing like seashells
Blue like the waves
That we watch together
You lay down your barriers
And I draw near
You listen to my complaints
I fear nothing but the times we can’t see each other
Fill up the silence with your words
Your advice glows sky blue
After lifting my weight off my chest,
You guide me to the light
You guide me to where my thoughts can’t hurt me
Copyright © Elisha Jackson | Year Posted 2024
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