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Jessica Dec 2017
The curtains tear, open, because of my hands,
which manipulate its material to open for the mornings welcoming glance.
A shower of light, gushes in the dark, sleeping, bedroom,
which spreads like a wildfire, into the gloom.

The room, now new and bright,
has now been set alight, for a new day to arrive.
My eyes, have now adjusted to the blinding spell,
which the sun casts on our world.
My legs, had now moved,
to the door, on the other side of the room,
where my first step will begin, for this new day,
which like any other day is unique and beautiful.
I hate mornings, way to bright, like a fire wants to eat me alive. ;(
  Dec 2017 Jessica
Enigmatic Puppet
2+1
Why do you say
"2+1=3"
And look at me when I disagree?

You say
"It's basic math: 1, 2, 3.
Add 2 and 1 together and they naturally give you 3"

But I beg to differ
And pray do hear me out

2+1
What does that tell you
Two with the addition of one

3
What does that tell you
Three. Simply. Three

And whilst mathematically
the addition of 2 and 1 does equal 3

2+1: Forced amalgamation of two disparate terms
3: One simple solid term

How then can you claim 2+1=3
2+1=/=3
Jessica Dec 2017
Drifting,
oh so ever slowly through conscienceness.
Through the fires of my turmoil,
which roar in agony, to real.
To the calm breeze, of my sleep, which surrounds me, and conceals me.
From the ripples of water that act as memories,
which leads to the play in my dreams,
made and constructed by all these things,
that I have been over the years.

My dreams have been made by feelings I had,
like the fires I spoke of but more serene and sad.
Horrors of losing the people who are close,
are made true in my dreams,
where my monsters come close.
These dreams make me sad and cold inside,
even though I wake up, sweaty and alive.

I sleep again,
my calming beat, reminds me.
I'm in a field this time, the wind, unusually warm and welcoming,
its calm relaxes me as i conscientiously sleep.

My last dream,
before I have to re awake, to start my day,
is one of memory warm and sweet, as I eat and chew something chocolaty new.
A birthday I think, this memory is,
as the food, I scarf down my throat,
is something as great as a chocolate cake.
This memory I realized, has been lost in the junk of my mind,
and I hope one day,
I'll remember these memories,
outside of sleep and outside of my time.
Dreams are strange things, they use memories that you can't remember to construct such intricate dreams, sometimes lovely, sometimes ugly.
Jessica Dec 2017
In the place the tree leaves dance,
their one shall find flames,
the fires shadow will illuminate the village,
and once again,
the trees leaves will bud anew.
From an anime, its an amazing poem about a village. I hope u enjoy
Jessica Dec 2017
So bright yet so tight,
this room confines me.
Its candles flicker in the bright light that produces its surroundings,
that are so bright they pierce my eyes with stabbing agony.

A window, I just want,
filled with the darkness of the night,
and the only light that should shine into this room,
is the majestic light of the full moon.
I have had enough of light, even though we need it to see, people just can't see in the darkness, so they run away to where they can see. :(
  Dec 2017 Jessica
Lior Gavra
Am I just a wheel?
Consuming meals?
A speck in blue sea?
Bound by what I see?
Life amongst trees?
Breathing means free?

Am I my beliefs?
The truth I seek?
Flag of a country?
Defined by currency?
A liability?
Part of society?

Am I what you see?
The way you judge me?
The values you pick?
First impressions stick?
Norm defined by you?
Do I dare to be rude?

No...

I am who I choose.
I fill my own shoes.
I win when I lose.
I create my own views.
I see black beyond blue.
I pick me over you.

Who are we?
I am me.
Who are we?
Depends on you.
Jessica Dec 2017
From hazel brown, to light jade green,
each color intrigues me.
I float around this afterlife, deciding on my eyes,
that will come to pass in my further life.

People float beside me,
each bored without question,
and just float up to the color of their random selection.

I wondered to myself,
"Is there a combination,
of these colors I must pick,
or is my choice not a mixture of things."

Then I see it, a curtain I think, hanging, from somewhere above me.
I walk through it, unnoticed, unstopped, and see colors of a different sort.
On these eyes, held a soul of different forms.

One had a glint of blue flowing through green like a trespasser in a sea.
Another had gold,
tainting its blue,
so it looked like a diamond ring had been carved into.
Another, quite intriguing,
was two souls intermingling.
One of the eyes was a beautiful shade of blue, which contrasted too,
the tainted green, that was the color of emerald, strong and serene.

This pair drew me in,
its difference, quite startling,
and although in my next life, I'll have two different colored eyes,
I'll enjoy the presence of them, with every glittering smile.
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