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Jennifer Smalls Poem
We live behind chipped nail
polish and smudgy makeup.
None of us are perfect, and
none of us are whole.
We let boys carry our heart
away on their gallant white
horses,
Completely aware that they're
not our princes.
We cry at romantic movies,
Only because we know that
that glamorous love
Doesn't exist.
Our expectations are too high
for our reality,
And our hopes are larger than
our dreams.
We often let our infatuation
with boys make our decisions.
Drama is the boat we ride
On our way to maturity,
And jealousy is the iceberg
We can't avoid
Best friends are the people we
call
When there's the littlest things
that mean the world to us,
And we're dying to tell
someone who cares.
We make big mistakes,
Are we're all beautiful for it.
We all have similarities and
differences,
But we're all equal.
Our nail polish chips,
And our makeup is never
perfect.
We're girls.
And we're pretty amazing for
it.
Copyright © Jennifer Smalls | Year Posted 2014
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Jennifer Smalls Poem
Midnight,
More feelings, new thoughts.
My mind swirls around you,
But my feelings don't matter to
you.
When my feelings don't matter
to you,
They almost no longer matter
to me.
Nosy minded, curious to know,
Who my heart is set on.
After you find out it's you,
It's old news.
No cares, just silence.
Awkward glances.
No talk.
No matter.
Hurt, I'd step away from my
feelings.
They don't matter to you,
To anyone.
Your cold quiet swallows me
whole.
I'm almost drowning in my,
Midnight.
More feelings, new thoughts.
I wish you'd just grab my hand,
But you're numb to me.
Unknowing.
Midnight.
More feelings, new thoughts.
It's just a crush, no big deal.
SNAP.
Walk away, for good.
Maybe.
My feelings don't matter to
you.
They don't matter to anyone.
When they don't matter to
anyone,
They almost,
Almost.
Almost no longer matter to me.
Almost,
Midnight.
More feelings, new thoughts.
At least we're friends.
Not enough.
If we're friends,
I have feelings for you.
You're interested in my
feelings,
Aren't you?
Until you find out it's you.
Walk away.
Awkward glances, no talk.
You're so mean.
But I wish you were my mean,
Midnight.
I want to tell you,
I haven't.
Because I know what will
happen.
SNAP.
Walk away.
But You know that too,
So why do you ask?
It's you,
Midnight.
Shhh.
Copyright © Jennifer Smalls | Year Posted 2014
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Hold me tighter
Hold me close
Tell me your secrets
Haunt me, your ghosts.
Leave me lonely
Leave me, scarred
Take my breath
Take my heart.
Speak only lies
Speak only, hushed
Love me and leave me
Love me, then run.
Break my heart
Take it, too
Who needs a heart
No longer you.
Hold me tighter
Hold me close
Love me, leave me
Please be my ghost.
Copyright © Jennifer Smalls | Year Posted 2015
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I'd like to have some silence.
Give me a little space, would you?
Stop talking, I don't care.
I need a little time.
We need a little break.
I find your eyes across the room.
My hands reach out in front of me,
Only to strangle the thin air.
Copyright © Jennifer Smalls | Year Posted 2015
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Mope around,
Quietly, quietly.
Don't make a sound,
Until you do.
Unexpected,
Scares me.
Look up,
Eyes kind and innocent.
Soft and pristine,
Light, quick.
Unaware of the worlds hate.
Soft purr,
A gentle song to sleep.
Kitty,
Why are you so lovely.
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Your voice, your fickle mind...
It makes me scream.
I scream from inside out,
With no noise escaping my mouth.
Indignation closes my eyes,
Tired.
I am so tired of screaming,
Pretending to tolerate this.
My heart is heavy with the rubbish.
You've gathered it,
And I've hauled it along -
Weighing down our drawn out affair.
Copyright © Jennifer Smalls | Year Posted 2015
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I let my hand hang free for taking,
And you took it.
The street was so barren and the air so bitter,
But your thumb circled mine -
As my mind circled the thought of us.
Us.
Such a sweetly simple term,
Spoken so softy, spoken so new.
Yet there we were - hand in hand.
We strolled aimlessly,
Through the streets we'd grown up with,
Mesmerized by each other's wild gaze.
Little did we know that we each felt so much.
We soon unlaced our fingers,
And turned our separate ways -
Summoned by our own insecurities.
Both so young and afraid,
Not yet willing to outgrow this silly phase,
To turn us into something more.
Us.
Such a sweetly simple term,
But spoken so hushed, as if forgotten - us.
Copyright © Jennifer Smalls | Year Posted 2015
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