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Jessica May Wooler Poem
I’m a little firework
Halfway towards the sky
That’s burnt out to dust
Into nothingness
And now I have to die.
I was a crow, flying through a tree
Tried to slalom through the branches.
The thorns clipped my wings
Here the handcuffs cling
Because of my murderous advances.
I’m a crooked atheist
I don’t believe in hell
Or in a Summa Bonum
Or in heaven, like some.
Once the needle goes in, I’ll tell.
“I am not afraid of death,
I’m glad you didn’t postpone a day
To cause my body to wilt
To remove me of guilt
and to let me get away.”
Copyright © Jessica May Wooler | Year Posted 2012
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Jessica May Wooler Poem
I, writer
All a fluster
Men, for my sake
Nail your hearts with a stake.
Or if that leads you discontented
Take you praises you invented
And shove them where no sunshine rises
Never to return their bitter demises;
Oh I’ll explain, my XY ‘‘friends’’
Because I’m at the very last of my wits ends
Just with being pretty, having a good personality
Excluding out how I feel personally.
Charmer? Not interested. Toy boy? Get lost!
To the death with men’s attraction, my opinion held aloft!
I, a picky girl
Don’t compromise for the world
Even if my ideas are ridiculous
Makes no sense not to be resistless
And I think you’ll find I’m materialistic
Nothing less than ritualistic
Don’t you dare tell me that I’m flirting
Really? With you? You’re looking for a hurting!
Ever spurn the cursed Valentine’s Day
Quit missing you aim at me cupid, okay?!
Unsure who’s my type?
I wouldn’t tell you over msn or Skype!
Talk to the hand brother
And stop giving me bother
Like I’d go out with you, when I could have better.
Love must be relayed, from me and from him
One way doesn’t work; simple logic, Mr. Dim.
Vibrators and dominant hands aren’t the same as me
End of story. (Read the first letters for a simple explanation. See?)
Copyright © Jessica May Wooler | Year Posted 2012
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Jessica May Wooler Poem
Let us pray for the pilots
And hope they fly in heaven.
Let us pray for the passengers
And hope they’ve reached a peaceful destination.
Let us pray for the workers
And hope they’re now at rest.
Let us pray for the mourners
And hope their loved ones are in conditions best.
Let us pray for those who burned
And hope they are now soothed.
Let us pray for those who fell
And hope they rose from that hell.
“Never forget.” The Americans tell.
Whoever these sufferers were,
In the eyes of those who knew them
Nobody deserved to suffer like that
On the date of 9/11.
Whoever you are today,
Move forward in good endeavours
Even if you are sad and a sufferer too,
No pain lasts forever.
Copyright © Jessica May Wooler | Year Posted 2012
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