Ready/ A poem

I'm ready to catch my train
but the lines
kept me behind.

I'm willing to fight
but I seem to have
misplaced my boxing gloves.

Yea, I'm in it for good
but I think I should
sit this round out.

I'm keeping my
promises...
next time.

I'm waiting for
something bigger
to maybe come along.

I wish I could stop
stopping.
Every time the light

turns green.

Jackie

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The End/ A poem

This is the part
where the little pieces
of my heart
dancing in my stomach

stop.

This is the part
when I know
to feel your hand
in mine will stay

 a dream.

This is the part
when I realize
letting myself look
forward only brought me

back.

This is the part
where we have
reached the end
before we even

began.

This is the part
I must play
becase letting you know
I could fall for you

only hurt us

more.

Jackie

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Hippie

So I'm going through an odd phase. For almost a year now I've been responsible and bored, lol. Now it's catching up with me. Since I'm jobless I feel like I have a world of possibilities ahead of me at the moment. I COULD leave, go anywhere I want.

I want to be free to do whatever I wish to do at any given moment. The only thing that would be holding me back is money, when what I have runs out (which isn't much). Basically I'm a hippie trapped in a 22 year old modern day body, heh.

I could stay with whatever friends/family would take me in and do whatever anyone would let me to earn money and keep fed. I know I would miss my own place at times, but the adventure in me is starting to itch worse than it ever has in my life. It's that voice that sits there and tells me to stop waiting for life to happen. Yea I want school, I want to settle down. But once I get too settled and my youth fades I won't have what it takes to live a life where I don't know exactly what tomorrow holds.

I want to wake up tomorrow and take what I have for money, food, and clothes, shove them in my trunk and go. Just go. Where I stop because I run out of gas? We'll see. Where I work to get more money to end up somewhere else? We'll see.

I have no guarantee of safety, but when has living safely ever taught me anything worth my time? I don't want guarantees right now, I want adventure. I want to meet people and learn things about life that only an adventurous person can learn. I want to meet beauitiful women, feel them and be left in their dust on my knees.

I want to talk to strangers who are never acknowledgd by others and find out how they see the world, what they have to say. I want to make mistakes that turn me into an amazing person who everyone looks up to because I've been there and I know. I want to feel the bruises it takes to walk away stronger than I was before. I want to cry tears and think I regret what I did and then look back at it in a few months and remember that it was completely worth it. I want to break down and rebuild myself. I want to miss everything I have here because I will love it that much more. I want to have the wisdom it takes to write words that move people in ways that change them at least for the moment that my melody is running through their mind. I want to disappoint everyone now only to come back and have them smile at my return and see how much I've grown.

I won't be complete until I do it. Even if I go for three days and miss home so much and get so scared that I trun my pussy ass around at least I did it, lol. but I'm not scared like everyone thinks I should be. I've shown myself in the past year that I hold more strength than I ever thought I had. I'm ready to really learn who I am in more ways than anyone who stays home could ever imagine.

Jackie

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I Am a Donut

I am a donut. It was awfully hot the day I was born, 375 degrees to be exact. I was left out to dry after a hot dip with everyone else. It was our time to cool after a harsh transition from batter to better. One wrong move before you're the perfect brown and you're mutated for life. It's worse than a bad burn in my opinion. I've seen brave men suffer through being burnt without moving an inch. Who ever said havin' a little color could hurt anything?

Today I'm feeling rather stale. My frosting is full of marks from the long stemmy things those big eaters have. They pick me up and then spot a tastier looking donut and change their mind. Usually it's the ones with the cream filling that catch their eye. There's something about being full and round that turns them on.  I am not whole without my hole. If you find it let me know. I've heard most of them hang around isle five in bags with windows or plastic containers that never shut right.   

I'm such a softy, I feel like I'd crumble with ease. Although my age is making me a little tougher around the edges, I'm still full of cushion on the interior. No one sees that, though. It's all about my frosting and roughness. Looks aren't everythng. Every donut's dream is to be eaten and enjoyed to the fullest. It's not as easy as you think.

Oh well. I'll wait here, in my little box. Evey time you pass me up you're missing out on the sweetest donut ever mixed, battered, dipped, bettered, dried, frosted, sprinkled and denied. Sink your teeth into that.

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Sleepy Eyed Wonder/ A poem

I used to dream of you
in the umbra of the night.
You were my sleepy eyed
wonder.

Straying down endless paths,
you and I always ended up
at the same place
within my slumbers. 

On this night as
our fingers entangle
beneath the protection
of shady skies;

with open eyes we will
taste every possibilty
of what we could be,
should be, will never be.

When your eyes close and
your grip slips from mine;
there, you wander down
trails all your own.

I will lie still, next to you,
with you, for you;
waiting for my chance
to drift away.     

Searching for the turn
that leads me back to you.

Jackie

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Rainy Daze/ a poem

Raindrops tap at my windows.
Wind knocks at my door.
Secrets wait to spill over
in these lyrics of disdain.

On this rainy day
locked within a daze
I wander down trails
full of forgotten moments.
 
I feel it all around me
in the air, in a song
dancing to endless beats
are my seeds: waiting

to grow with,
throughout,
inside, beyond me.
To be a part of me.

I’ll let it pour over me,
and close my eyes.
One footprint at a time
I will reach an end to these rainy days.

Finally, my muddy tracks
will be left to dry.
A new tune will begin
waking me

from this rainy daze.

Jackie

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Phantoms/A poem

Under shades of night
she walked alone.
Wandering into darkness,
uncertain of what was ahead.

Her hands rested upon
an unborn child inside. 
A gift still wrapped, waiting
for the world to open it.

Wet from rain,

shivering with fear,

she was finally greeted

by a stranger.

She embraced his kindness.
Feeling lucky, as if this world
may still have miracles
to fix what was broken.

The wrapping was torn open.
The beauty inside taken away.
The sound of one heart beat
out of three in remains.

As rain stops falling
sunshine greets the world.
We wake and think of heaven
as we glance beyond clouds.

She watches down upon us
wishing to understand why
the ones who have good souls
happen to be the phantoms

who chose to pass her by.

Jackie

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Confession/ a poem

Perhaps if I sit here and smile,
just wait for a little while;
the words I want to hear
will mosey into my ear.

Maybe I’ll sneak in sigh,
make it look like I could cry.
If I’m lucky you’ll turn away
uttering what I wish you would say?

Although I’m enjoying our silence
as opposed to your emotional violence;
I hope for those four words
the ones I’ve often heard.

Inside I am on my knees
Pleading for you to please
tell me you love me too
so I can admit I don’t love you.

Jackie 

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With you/ A poem.

I am waiting around
every corner, until
you take the turn.

I am the kiss
laying upon your palm
right before you blow.

I am the whisper
that ties a bond
between friends.

I am the single drop
that makes you look up
just before rain falls.

I am a shadow
sitting beside you
in the dark.

Can you feel me?

I am there,
always with you,
surrounding you.

Holding you closest
when you are farthest
away.

Jackie

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Parachute/ A poem

A door swings open
and steam
slithers into the room,
soon nothing can be seen.

Dim lights gleam around me
I feel encompassed,
embraced,
beloved, broken.

I'm ready to surrender.
To reach
for what has been kept
from me.

Anxious to speak back
to the voices
of my dreams
that trickle into my ears.

I walk out.
With one step
into the dark
I have fallen.

Hoping,
waiting,
longing,
for my parachute
 
to open wide.

Jackie

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