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Karlin K. Jensen Poem
The great unknown,
an ocean away.
Goodbyes and hellos
all in one day.
Traveling dreamer,
searching for peace.
Freedom at last,
a hopeful release.
The journey continues,
new stories are made.
Free to feel joy,
chains of debt paid.
A story is written,
each day a new page.
Full speed ahead
into a new age.
Copyright © Karlin K. Jensen | Year Posted 2013
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Karlin K. Jensen Poem
The summer days are long gone,
the sun hidden behind dark clouds.
My heart has been iced over,
pain and sorrow frozen inside me,
time stopping, dying in the ground.
Barren, colorless earth waits hopefully
for the sweet promise of spring.
Encased, preserved from the winds,
feeling utterly nothing in the snow.
Yet on day, the sun will return,
and the frailest plant will peek through.
What died in the bitter winter
will be reborn, redeemed, renewed,
revived for a purpose now unseen.
So for now, I will wait here in the ground.
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There was a quiver of fear,
of failure and of terror.
The audience was out there,
waiting like a lion, silent,
eyes glittering in anticipation.
A thin veil seperates us,
reality and safety,
two different things.
Taking deep breaths, calming
my very soul, flighty as it is.
And then I take the plunge
into the known unknown.
For a moment, my heart stops;
I feel completely faint.
I am going to die, I know it;
This entire thing was a mistake.
And then I open my mouth
and so begins the play.
Copyright © Karlin K. Jensen | Year Posted 2012
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Karlin K. Jensen Poem
It was something beautiful,
like a quickly budding rose.
We found it among the thorns,
struggling to reach the sunlight.
We gave the flower so much care
with soil and shade and gentleness.
We watered the flower, so happily,
almost too happily, too enthusiastic.
We were a whirlwind, destructive
despite all our best intentions.
I think that the flower drowned.
We just used too much water,
and the flower quickly faded.
We killed it.
We, together, now have no purpose.
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Karlin K. Jensen Poem
A gift, a blossom not yet budded,
Potential for beauty or destruction,
Pure in intention and hopes so
Sweet, dances in the pouring rain
And tears mingling, joy and pain
Protected in one enclosing circle.
Cherished, precious words and glances
So gentle, touch of beating hearts,
A journey ended to begin
Anew, two roads becoming one,
Filled with landslides, rocks
And soft mossy patches too.
Equally unique and of one mind,
Giving by desire, not requirement,
Loyal until the sweetest end.
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Karlin K. Jensen Poem
The music was somber and slow,
an old, out of tune pipe organ.
The lights were dim, and flickered,
the air heavy against my lungs.
My slow steps are silent, muffled
by the tear stained, worn out carpet.
It was just the two of us there,
standing on either side of the room.
Your eyes remain downcast, angry,
while mine burn stinging red.
We sit down, a suitable distance,
and fear speaking the first word,
for once we begin, it's the end.
"We are gathered here today", at last,
and so you stand, hands cradled
around a well worn box of memories.
I watch you stride to the front
and place the box in the coffin.
You stand back, still looking away,
and then it's my turn, at last.
My box is falling apart, duct taped,
and stuffed to nearly overflowing.
Gently, down beside yours, it lies,
and then we're nearly through.
The lagging music continues to play,
and as my heart begins to break,
we both leave the darkened room.
And that was the funeral of our
friendship.
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Karlin K. Jensen Poem
Whole at one time,
but now scarred, broken.
Dreams are all faded,
reality shining through.
Constant, weary battle,
tears are shed for you.
Might I dream again,
be made beautiful,
renewed and joyful?
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Karlin K. Jensen Poem
As the sun fell, darkness rising up,
I lay my head down and dreamed;
Great marvels, dead memories given life,
New and fresh in the dreamscape.
A once friend friends again laughter
Of a weeper ringing in my ears
As a child unborn asked me to dance.
Then I was a child, unmarked by time
With flesh of soft butterfly dust,
Fragile to the dearest touch of love
So that love was kept at bay.
Onward in places unknown, yet familiar
Through nonsense feelings and colors bright
In kaleidoscopic, mismatching ways; a
Journey through my deepest, unseen soul.
Fire breathing leviathan, leather wings
Beating back my peace in hopes of panic,
Teeth gleaming an eerie blue, calling me
To shrinking, trembling despair, transforming
And then I was a lamb in your arms,
The noise of all else fading away.
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You see those girls, always,
wearing bright colors all over
and they have too much
nonsense to chatter on about.
The ready, pre-made smiles,
and perfection shines from them.
They have "so much" to offer.
They are the cover of society,
and everyone loves them dearly.
I'm the girl with the scars.
The girl who can't always smile,
who sometimes can't be nice,
and doesn't like wearing makeup.
I have problems, and can't always
paint over them with happiness.
Which of us is more real?
Someday your silly dreams
will vanish without a trace.
and you'll face reality.
One day, I will face it too.
Or perhaps I already have?
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A wild thing at heart,
untameable at best.
Going insane in cages,
locked away, no rest.
Fleeing into the wind,
the forest calling out.
Run away from cities,
far beyond a doubt.
Skim across the sea,
lost inside the forest.
Free the raging heart,
it always was the fastest.
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