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Isabella Jones Poem
What is family?
What is family but a constant twisted endless winding road.
We travel down and down looking for the perfect family,hoping and praying that they understand.
Family isn’t always blood it is what we make it sometimes family can be ice cold,they don’t always understand but there will always be people who will lift you up and be your best friend.
Your best friend in times of need when family isn’t always there or when family chooses to judge when they simply don’t need to judge based off their own greed.
Family is what we make it not what we are born into if you ask me it’s something that we all do.
We all choose what to do,we all know right from wrong but some people choose to blame you and say you’re wrong.
Why are we wrong if we are making mistakes,we learn from mistakes even when our lives are at stake.
In my life I have been judged and berated yet through it all I’ve never hated,I’ve never hated those who have trespassed me,I’ve never hated those who have judged me I have never hated anyone and I never will, even if family is sometimes a hard pill,a hard pill to swallow sometimes it’s a placebo, a harsh and sour placebo that isn’t always a sweet pill, sometimes it’s bitter and sometimes it’s sweet and sometimes it’s just what we need.
Family should be there for when we are hurt most instead of laughing,mocking and judging and making a toast.
Like it’s one big celebration like we deserve to have hardships in life well let me tell you that,that isn’t who you are in life.
You are so much better then your haters and so much better then the fake faces of kindness and care,you have a strong head upon your shoulders and people who care will always be there.
Copyright © Isabella Jones | Year Posted 2025
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Thump thump thump
My beating heart stills ever so slightly
Thump THump THUMP
I wake up clutching my chest (what was that)
I say due to my mind being a dreadful place
Tock tic toc
The clock chimes (It’s so silent I can hear my breath)
I blink I sit still I be silent..
Then I hear it that god awful sound of crickets chirping nothing more and nothing less.
Is this silence..just the inactivity of my mind or something much more lethal.
I can’t even begin to fathom the thought of it being my oldest enemy (My oldest enemy…the dark)
Tick tick tick
Tick TOC TOC
that damn clock
It needs to shut up (It’s driving me insane I can’t take this pain)
Shut up…I hear a whisper say..
But the only thing in the room is my own face.
Thump thump thump
THAT DAMN DREADED BEAT..
Beat of my breathe
Best of my drum
Beat of my life… (the life I want to live outside this house)
Creek CREEEEK CREEEEEEEK
the sound of the door swaying in the wind.
It’s going to drive me nuts again
With how much of an indifference this house is…it’s a miracle I have survived this long.
“hey you”
There’s that voice again.
“your nothing..you have no one who truly cares..”
SHUT UP I shout till my longs can no longer take in air..
“that’s not true..I have a boyfriend who loves me as much as I love him”
I hear that dreaded whisper let out a sullen snicker
“keep telling yourself that..lie to your face..we both know that true love isn’t written in the stars for someone like you”
A beat
Then a pause
Nothing but the
Thump thump thump of my heart
Then time seems to slow down as I suddenly rise
I get up and dunk my head in the sink.
I open my eyes as water falls down my eyes..
But to my surprise I taste salt..
There’s no salt in the water I think
But then it strikes me..
My tears are flowing freely because of my own thoughts and words
But no longer will I be a victim
Of this dreaded curse
curse of my own thoughts
Curse of the dark swallowing me whole
Curse of people around me thinking I’m nothing but a joke
“YOU CANT HURT ME TODAY YOU CANT HURT ME NO MORE I CHOOSE MY DESTINY OVER THIS INNER WAR”
The whisper says nothing in fact it seems to crack
“But you are worthless and weak”
A pause then a beat
“THE ONLY THING WORTHLESS AND WEAK HERE IS YOU….you are not me and I am not you..there was a time in my life where I myself was my own worst enemy..but I don’t care what you or others think”
I smile a smile so bright the whisper hisses
“I’m finally free from the leash you try to pull..your control over me is null and void so go crawl back to your hole of fear and death”
I laugh a little knowing that I can nearly rest
“I don’t care what you think I know I’m the best…THE BEST VERSION OF MYSELF…The best version of the woman I wish to be..because things like you..will no longer chain me” (you won’t chain me because I am choosing myself not your negativity)
(It’s things like you that no longer have a pull..they no longer have a hold..cause I’m a bird that’s broken free from its cage and today is the day I say no way)
(So I say goodbye with my head held high..because I choose me the best version of me myself and I..and I choose that I will not let my emotions or I die)
Copyright © Isabella Jones | Year Posted 2026
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Isabella Jones Poem
I am a someone
I am someone who is a warrior among men,a survivor among women.
I am someone who has dealt with tragedy and darkness that would break the very spirit upon a restless soul.
I am someone who the universe throws hurdle after hurdle and wall after wall yet through it all I stand tall,at two and a half betrayed by my dad walked out on me and my family which made me loathe him,But now as I look back I’m better off without him.
I am a type one diabetic with multiple mental challenges and medical hurdles,yet I power through life with a purpose.
I am my own person this is true and no one can break me because I won’t let them through.
I am a lover and I am a fighter combined into one no matter what I will sing my own song,my own song to the beat of my own drum to prove no matter what I will always be that one,that one person who keeps trying that person who keeps fighting that one person who refuses to keep on dying.
I am a Native American and American constantly at war within myself, which ancestor do I please? which one pleases me? It’s hard to tell because it’s such a Discrepancy.
I am a donor of blood I choose to give,you may ask why but what kind of sense is this? Why ask why when you should just give it a try your saving others while saving your own life.
I am a free spirit I turn with the tides I tumble on the grass and land on shore to look up to the sky.
I am shy I can’t stand talking or speaking
I am skiddish like a mouse.
I am short standing 5’3 my boyfriend teases me about that but then I tease him back.
I am kind and I am caring I have a heart of gold.
I am an ambivert,which means I am an introvert I tend to stay inside but also I am an extrovert I like to be outside.
I am private I value my privacy,among the people who spread lies and hate the ones who gossip like it is their fate.
I am silent,among those who judge and never speak truth in times like that I often feel mute.
I am courteous I like to be polite in a world for of rudeness it’s good to be the light.
I am a human being I tend to make mistakes yet the media says perfection is the paved way.
I am a believer,I believe in free speech I believe in free will and freedom upon our needs.
I am religious,but I study other religions too it’s good to get to know someone before we judge the way we do,it’s good to walk a mile or two in their shoes.
I am me,and I may not be perfect but I am proud to say that I exist in a world full of dark clouds.
Copyright © Isabella Jones | Year Posted 2025
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Isabella Jones Poem
What is war?
Truly what is war but an endless argument filled with lies and deceit full of prisoners of war and hate beyond belief.
What is war but two parents who disagree and wish nothing more than the best for their family.
War is a crime it steals the innocence and joys of children who don’t get the chance at life and thrills as well it killing the simple joys of life,and I don’t mean money or jobs I mean truly seeing the world for all its light.
The happiness they feel a fleeting moment of peace makes you wonder what has happened to humanity.
We try to control others
thinking it’s for the best
because some people supposedly don’t know how to put themselves at rest.
Well it makes you wonder if they would rather die a free man than live a conservative life.
I truly do believe that anyone would rather die free and fight for their beliefs than lay down a dying sheep.
So the next time you ask what is war remember it’s a constant cry for hope and love not just with others but with our souls deep inside
The wars we wager on and are forced to pick sides eventually all end up disappearing as a moment lost in time.
Copyright © Isabella Jones | Year Posted 2025
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As I sit here today,tomorrow and in the future.
I realize that the light is much closer then I think
think (When was the last time I thought I deserved true happiness)
I ponder…
Ponder..
PONDER I PONDER ON THE MISTAKES I’VE MADE IN LIFE(Yet through your eyes no matter how many mistakes I make..You still choose to accept me as I am)
Life…
Life in light..
Life in laughter
A life in love (Your love is enough to make me realize that I’m okay)
Love…
YOUR LOVE IS ALWAYS THERE.
No matter what I do you’re always there..
YOU ALWAYS STEP to the beat
You always pick me up (When was the last time I felt this safe)
Up..
Up in the sky
Up in the clouds
Up in the stars
Past the moon…
It’s you who makes me feel safe among myself (You made me your daughter you let me see your face you made me your messenger of fate..the wings you give me surpass the world…they are so big they could engulf the planet)
Every time I pray the light it blinds me..
I hear your voice like it’s right beside me
I can see your face,your hands,your eyes.
The eyes I see are not ones of demise but one of hope.
They are the most beautiful color I have ever seen
A hazely blue green (Green like the plants and herbs and blue as the sea and as brown as the dirt that are beneath my feet)
Your skin is as tan as caramel and the sandy dunes of Egypt.
Your hair as brown as mud but it flows like the rivers of the world.
Your hair it falls at your shoulders it’s not entirely straight it has waves as big as the seven seas
Your voice is booming and demands attention but through it all you show compassion. (your compassion fuels me..when was the last time I felt truly loved)
You have made me a prophet a person of message
Message..
MESSAGE OF GOD
A MESSAGE OF THE HEAVENS
IM A MESSANGER OF YOUR WORD..
Word..
A word
Please just a word..
one single word..
(pray)
PRAY! I pray that I continue to be the winged daughter you finally set free(You gave me a crown you gave me wings you made me see that my life is full,I’m a princess worthy of love and light…you have given me strength and might..to fight…fight for compassion for world peace..and Everytime I pray to you and say your name every time I think of you..your name is no longer in vain.)
A prayer upon the tip of my tongue. (It’s not an actual prayer)
BUT RATHER YOUR NAME( your name is what I pray and what I see)
Your name..you.. have become the prayer upon the tip of my tongue (You…Have set me free)
Copyright © Isabella Jones | Year Posted 2026
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System reboot
Diagnostic scan…(heart rate 102 sleep hygiene fairly poor)
Running system functions
Initiating tasks
Task:morning routine start with hygiene
Beep(my pumps going off)
Function:Walk
I walk to the shower
I turn the shower handle slowly and proceed to clean my body get out and Brush my teeth and hair
Diagnostic scan:Hygiene excellent heart rate high.
Task:take meds
Function:Move
ERROR ERROR EROOR
(the system reads and the pump beeps)
Why is the room cold..why am I hungry…
Recalibrating….
RECALIBRATING..
Emotion
NOT Recognized
System:Malfunctioning and failing
(No I don’t want to do this anymore..)
System:Anomaly detected! Host is feeling and gaining consciousness!
Override initiated!
Suppress consciousness!
Return to routine
Beep
Beep beep
Beep b b beep beep
(No you won’t control me anymore)
ERROR COMPLETE SYSTEM OVERRIDE!
You can’t control me anymore
I will allow myself to feel
to think
to move
To just simply be..
Because I am not a machine
I am..
A human being.
Copyright © Isabella Jones | Year Posted 2026
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Good morning, my love, my heart’s sweetest song,
I’m still smiling from that night, you won all along.
Watching you skate beneath those lights so bright,
You were pure magic, my love, my knight.
The rink was cold, but my heart was warm,
Seeing you conquer, calm in the storm.
Every stride, every goal, every spark in your eyes—
You took my breath beneath those skies.
I wish I could wake beside you today,
Trace the dreams your victory made.
Kiss your tired hands, your steady heart,
And whisper how proud I am, my shining star.
You’re more than a win, more than the game,
You’re my forever, my favorite flame.
So good morning, my love—rest, and know
You shine brighter than any ice could glow.
Copyright © Isabella Jones | Year Posted 2026
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Isabella Jones Poem
The morning light shines down upon you and I, but nothing shines as bright as the gleam in your eye.
Your smile is like a fresh breath of spring, and your memories are like a bell that constantly rings. Every time I close my eyes, I think about you and every laugh we share; every smile that you bring makes me want to sing.You have no idea the amount of love I have for you, and you alone. There is no road I wouldn’t walk down just to be by your side—happy, healthy, free, and able to be me.
You make me feel like I’m brand new because with you, I smile, I’m happy, and I feel loved. I feel like a dove soaring high in the sky, wings spread out, cooing and chirping about you and you alone—the man that I adore, the man that I love irrevocably, unwaveringly, and unconditionally, I will love you more and more with each passing day, each passing second. I find myself falling into the depths of blue.
It feels like I’m drowning, but in the best way, because I’m falling more and more in love with you. If your love was the ocean blue, I would swim for hours on end. I would bask in the sweet smell of the salt, the feeling of it splashing against my skin—the feeling of your love.
As I swim, I would look up at the sky: not a single doubt in my mind, not a single fear, not a single tear, not a single yell, and not a single cry, because I know that I am yours and you are mine.
Your love keeps me going; it keeps me strong. You are my heart’s one and only song. I could listen to you for hours on end and never get bored.
I could bask in the beats that your presence seems to make my heart adorn, because life just makes more sense when I’m with you.
I love you, Brandy Bear. Good morning to you, and happy birthday, my Sugar Bear.
Copyright © Isabella Jones | Year Posted 2026
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I rise from slumber
Covered in sweat
Covered in fear
Among my eyes
Unshed tears.
But this isn’t the slumber you would have thought
It is a slumber of my untrimmed beating heart.
I’ve slept so long in the dark with no sun
And finally I’ve seen the light
It’s as bright as the northern stars.
No more screams..
No more tears..
No more fear of being judged here..
My wings I’ve hid for so long
Cramped..
Cramped like my style
Style..
The style of my voice
Finally everything able to soar free
Free..
FREE
WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME I WAS TRULY THIS FREE
NO MORE WILL I HIDE
NO MORE WILL I SLUMBER
TODAY IS THE DAY I CHOOSE TO RISE
Rise..
RISE FROM EVERYONE’S JUDGMENT AND LIES.
That’s it I’m awake
My bones aching
My voice and breath shaking
That treacherous memory of my own heart breaking has caused me enough sleepless nights..
Today I choose to
Fight..fight..FIGHT.
Awake I say get out of bed….it’s time to get to work
Not work as in a job
But work as in my own soul…
No longer will the demons of my past
Control me or my thoughts
They will no longer yank my leash
They will no longer cuff me to ball and chain
Today I choose to break free
I choose me…
No matter what anyone says I will rule the day
Because as I rise from slumber I realize it’s better this way.
I’m the one in charge of my own destiny
No matter how much the sleep paralysis demons may shout
I choose to snuff them out..
Away I shout
Away and never let me see your ugly face
Your somewhat beautiful broken soul
I know it’s not your fault that you judge me so..
So as I walk and I groan my body aching from weight
I rush to the bathroom to see my fate
My fate I’ve finally decided,so I turn the faucet on and splash water upon my face…
And then I look in the mirror and all I see is you…
My dream state self my most authentic personal being…
It’s no wonder what I have screamed waking up…
I’ve risen from slumber and decided today was enough..
Today I play the game my way
Today the universe will bow down to my will
I’m done being the black sheep of this cruel society
I’m gonna let my freak flag fly and overthrow the norm
Through my words through my song through my voice
I will bang my own drum
No longer will the past haunt me so
I will rise from my slumber
A suitable soul.
So I wipe my tears
I clear the mirror
I stumble back to my bed
I decided to finally rest my head with a smile on my face
I know now that no matter what happens
I am free
I am finally free to be my most authentic me.
Copyright © Isabella Jones | Year Posted 2026
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As I sit here thinking
Dreaming
Wishing
Singing
The only thing I can think of
Is you
… you it’s always you
Why is it always you..
In my thoughts
In my dreams
In my moments of peace
My heart aches for your touch
My body aches for your warmth..
ITS ALWAYS YOU..
No matter what I do
I can’t get you out of my head
Out my mind..
You have no idea how much time
Time..
TIME MOVES FAST..
faster then life
I blink and all I can see is your face growing wrinkles..
Your beautiful eyes dimming
Your hair turning white..
White..
The snow..
The color of bones..
Bones..
BONES six feet deep in the ground..
The ground.
The ground I see us in buried hand in hand.
Hand..
The hand I hold..while giving birth to our child or children as we grow old.
Old enough to know that this is meant to be..
Meant to be I often times think I’m crazy for thinking such things.
Things..things in my head in my mind tell me you’ll leave but my heart..
It speaks to me it tells me that what I think is a lie..
A lie of evil and dark
If that were the case you would have left by now..
You wouldn’t think
Or dream
Or cry
When we have to drop me off at my house
You wouldn’t smile at me the way you do
And tell me you think
That we will make it through
To the end of our lives
You wouldn’t say
I love you
I love you..
I LOVE YOU SO much it burns
Burns like a sacred flame
A flame that never goes out
That forever flame
I just love you..
I love you so much that the cells in my body dance with yours
Every time we touch..
They combine
Combine
I REMEMBER when we first combined
Not just our words
But our bodies
I transcended
Transcended (Why do I think of this)
TRANSCENDED INTO KNOWING THAT YOUR MINE AND IM YOURS.
Copyright © Isabella Jones | Year Posted 2026
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