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Tori Jackman Poem
Who do you see?
And to what degree?
The many different expression you experience,
the many sides you alone can see.
You see more of us then most of us would like,
as we move from pillar to post.
Is it who you see that counts?
Or who we are seeing?
Although you try to make the best of us,
some of us don't pass the test.
In many situations it works,
but for some who have been long forgotten,
It's a door to the past,
which is well to be overlooked.
Copyright © Tori Jackman | Year Posted 2013
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Tori Jackman Poem
We've been weighing on my mind.
I'm sorry for my conflicting ways.
I have many layers to my emotions,
some I choose to listen to which end up betraying me.
I was disheveled, when you walked into
my story when things were extremely stormy.
The smile & laugh, which had quit eluded me,
came floating back within me.
It made me smile to know someone could still bring them back
to me.
That maze of which we spoke,
has many winding ways.
Way which lead to many places,
which most people do not stay.
Somehow though, I don't know why,
there is no spark within me.
We do, however, have a key,
the key to smiles & laughter.
After we began to talk I could see how you began to shine.
The many smiles, in that small time, should not become history,
for our friendship could be something great, but now is rather grey.
I understand if you decide
to leave our laughs and friendship behind.
Just do not leave me in the dark, to try and solve the mystery.
Copyright © Tori Jackman | Year Posted 2013
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My heart says, "It must be now"
My mind says, "Why is this not sparking?"
so that is why I'm writing.
When we are together I forget anyone else is there.
But somehow, there is no flare shared.
"Why? Why?" I ask myself.
I tried to understand it, and it seems I've caused a mess,
for our contact continues to digress and digress.
There's still a soft spot in my heart for you,
In what way? I wish I knew.
I'm oh so filled with sorrow
am I to be forgotten?
I hope we can meet again
to attain a strong friendship.
Copyright © Tori Jackman | Year Posted 2013
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Tori Jackman Poem
Please make the silence linger on.
If un-wanted and un-needed pain is what's engraved in me,
make me def and numb.
Excessive pride is detrimental to empathy & sympathy.
Emotional & physical pain are involved in such violence,
your never-ending rage is riotous.
To be relentless is to intentionally cause others pain.
while they themselves still hope in vain.
They feel your wrath.
It destroys the people you lord over
Because of these attitudes, actions, and intentions
those around you become inflamed with pain.
Confusion & anger engulf the victims of your fury.
Tears are inevitable in such emotional build up and
constant exposure to such violent circumstances.
All this pain inherited by an ancient mistake that affects the human race.
The pain for one who is chained by unfavorable circumstances, is flagrant & true.
The length of the pain minimizes ones strength
as if all their effort's in vain.
It gives way to tears
and exposes fears.
If this be my fate, please make the silence linger on.
Copyright © Tori Jackman | Year Posted 2013
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