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Jenna Clarke Poem
As I sit here
I can hear a broken clock
Tick..
Tock...
Tick..
Minutes turning into hours
Each one faster than the one before
The constant motion from both its hands,
has started to make me sick.
intrusive thoughts begin to creep
slithering like a serpent
Through my mind
The ticking has stopped as
Death's whispers tauten round' my neck.
The last sound I heard was that broken clock
Tick...
Tock ..
Tick...
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Pull out a single sheet of paper after burning a fat doobie.
These colored pencils,paints, and pens.
How you do something to me.
As my thoughts are drawn out in black and shades of grey.
The color within
reveals the cluster f**k
that is my brain.
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The trouble with me, besides what you've seen
is the way I get drunk on your eyes and slit my
wrists to the way you smile in your sleep.
Should have known this love would be my
damnation.
The passion behind every kiss were figments of a
jaded imagination.
So I play my music on this old dirt road,
While I smoke something dangerous.
Anything to take away this hopeless rose, once our
love that's wilted and fallen on to the pavement.
I'll forever remember those moments where time
somehow stood still.
The way my heart would skip beats,
Such a euphoric thrill.
Suffice it is to say I've gone through a change.
A metamorphosis made in a patchwork of rage.
Tired of playing these games I call it a day, drifting
off to the abyss in staggered and dazed.
Maybe to see a path to a better future the next time
that I wake.
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Water rushing downstream.
You run like the river.
Ceaseless.
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Building castles within my own confinement
only to be hit with the harshest of realities
& replaying what it means to be broken, to heal, and relapse
over and over again.
Numbing the weight of so many life choices
Drowning out screams from all different voices.
Lord please me show me your grace.
Seeing myself in the mirror
I'd rather not show my face.
My self esteem crumbled
Self-worth turned to dust
I'm suffering due to a lack of self love
And unwillingness to trust
Feeling as if my body left me unhealed
without my soul intact
Praying I could right the wrongs
that haunt me from my past
afraid of what appears impossible
A daunting peak.. still within my grasp
Have to take that leap of faith
to start me on the path
Dear Lord I pray you break these chains that refuse to set me free
bound from years and years of pain.
Most of which have remained unseen
Let me feel your light my Lord
The warmth shine on my face
I need to feel your selfless love
I need your warm embrace.
The thought of this battle
it heightens all senses of "fight or flight"
I'm writing this in hopes to from now until forever
Guide me into your light.
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Jenna Clarke Poem
It was all for nothing.
Yet I still feel everything.
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I've never been slapped with such a hard dose of
reality
With talks of old memories being laughed off
It hit me
began enveloping my senses
What I endured was abuse.
In more ways than I've led myself to believe. & Now it seems
These drugs have a tendency
to numb all my senses.
My self indulgent deeds
Have destroyed my inner sanctum
I'm afraid I've become the enemy
From this battle raging within
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If I was to be gone tomorrow,
I would surely regret today.
Just as I would all these wasted days, months, and years.
At peace when saying I no longer fear death.
It's all boiling over now....
Everything I've fought to repress.
Feeling a heaviness
Steadily crushing my chest.
Drowning in shallow pools of nothingness in my mind.
Once an oasis, my forever hideaway.
became a small alcove, unreachable on most days.
On a shoal deep within.
Scattered throughout the sands, lay the remnants of my being.
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I want to curl up into a ball, under a rock
and just be forgotten.
I don't want to take up space anymore
I've watched myself die 1,000 different ways
while gazing at the reflection in the mirror
Pupils different sizes, and what could be a permanent frown
Fill up the bath - submerging myself
holding my breath underwater
wishing I'd just fade away
Fade away into the nothingness
I already feel.
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As the years pass me by,
I've remained stuck in a cage.
Built up by my fears,
made strong by my rage.
I sometimes get to wander free in a garden filled with color.
A blissful peace within myself, forgotten moments after it's discovered.
Retreating back to the comforts of my cage.
A confinement of my mind, body, and soul.
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