River's Attic - Jessie's Poems.
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| kings of leon. Always Born a Crime  Age: 32 Gender: Female Posts: 6213 | - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Home Shame how you still look that way Even in your own bed, at your own table Watching those same fields ripple and sway in winds That smell like life did when you were young Seems you’ve forgotten a lot since you went away Home never changes No matter how much you cry to me That something’s different, something’s wrong Times when I see you eyeing old photographs Trying to penetrate the past, remember what it was like And you still think it was something out there that changed you Maybe something in the smell of the winds Something in their drawl or the miles of black road That stretch behind you like grieving arms You never seem to see the truth See that echo of anger and sadness Sending the blue waters of your eyes scattering over the room As the tables turned, the bed lying empty, pillows damp You are sonorous in this house, in this earth Home never changes And neither do you. |
| kings of leon. Always Born a Crime Age: 32 Gender: Female Posts: 6213 | Close. I used to fear a lot of things Like death and an eternity alone When I slept next to you I dreamt of hell These days I don’t sleep long enough To dream of hell or you I dream white gold flashes of heaven I am close enough now To forgive you Close enough to believe again As if the desert sand, rough and cold Exfoliated 20 years of encrusted sin They fight for the oil and the land But the oil burns the land from beneath us And I stand in the constant twilight Watching geysers of fire bleed from black veins Every flame weeping devilish ash Devouring the blue that sits above you Opaque is the air and the skies So God cannot see us And what is left to fear? When I live in the ebony and orange Out of sight and out of mind Where judgment cannot touch me I do not need your roof above my head I have paid everything that I owe I do not worry about where you are Or if you’ve saved me a place to sleep I will never want for love or comfort And forever, a soldier, I’ll be. |
| purveyors of dreams. Salute You in Your Grave  Age: 32 Gender: Female Posts: 2253 | wow, jessie, talk about heartbreak. xD those two poems were brilliant, you know I'm a sucker for imagery and both had such awesome imagery painted out. i love this line, 'As if the desert sand, rough and cold Exfoliated 20 years of encrusted sin' and the metaphor of grieving arms. also, these two poems have such clean, sharp endings, especially Home. 'You are sonorous in this house, in this earth Home never changes And neither do you. ' pretty much echos in your head after reading it. i've missed reading and commenting your poems, (x sorry it's taken this long. <33 |
| kings of leon. Always Born a Crime Age: 32 Gender: Female Posts: 6213 | Thankyou Jane, you know how I love a comment from you <3 Beneath the Sun You never even lifted that rifle You never even shot that gun How long have you been alone out there? Dieing beneath the sun Your mama sits alone at nights Your father don’t much care Your sweetheart drove right out of town While you melt away out there The boys cry when no ones looking But the winds don’t stifle the sound You search for the smell of the grasses Now summers come around But there’s nothing by way of forests Or dancing pollen in the air No flowers grow from the desert sand For you to plait into her hair The seasons will sigh away in the night While you watch the cavernous skyline A warless sun will rise from the dust Silent, save the ticking of time You never even lifted that rifle You never even shot that gun How long have you been alone out there? Dieing beneath the sun. |
| kings of leon. Always Born a Crime Age: 32 Gender: Female Posts: 6213 | The Sea. The sea is calm this time of year Waves ripple like satin dresses in the early evening Summer beckons in lonely marigold on the horizon The sky infused with dusky rainbows of pink and blue Stars fighting to look beyond the melting sapphire Alone, the beach seems to whisper and the rocks Seem to creak with age and discontent The honey yellow of the sea-soaked sand fades To murky grey, renegade grains creeping into shoes There’s no towel for salty hands now mothers gone There are no games in the twilight or the sound Of sparkling black water embracing bare ankles Only the echo of distant laughter, ringing Light funeral bells across the night Cold porcelain turns and moans Grey ashes burn into waves Who seem to weep and grieve at lonely feet The foreign laughter approaches with shadows And for a second she seems to laugh and chatter behind me Hollow and muffled, as if trapped in a seashell The stars pierce the rising emerald blue of the skies The shadows scatter across the surface And the shell seems to shatter in my ears As the sea pours free from my eyes Salty and consuming in the silence. |
| kings of leon. Always Born a Crime Age: 32 Gender: Female Posts: 6213 | The Prayer Looks like the wind’s blowing out to the west again Looks like all your rain’s heading my way So how come you never blow sunshine over here no more? How come your breezes always rattle with broken glass? You’ve been busting your mothers’ windows again And hauling her gold out the cracking frame Better than those bones you’ve been breaking And those brown eyes you’ve been colouring crayon red Your father said your eyes was the biggest he ever seen Now they’re all stuffed with blood and death And they writhe and scratch like desert storms Saw you outside the church doors, eyes thundering with tears Holes in your arms all full of rain drops As you hold your hands up to the black skies Couldn’t remember which one was your daddy’s grave Couldn’t find any prayers to say for him With wet knees on the flag stones You remember Sunday mornings in the church yard When you thought He’d forgive you your trespasses, Lead you not in temptation, but deliver you from evil For thine is the power, the kingdom and the glory Clouds lower in the sky as dusk falls around the treetops The darkness remains deep and starless Encircles you with a nameless cold A single shiver quakes in your spine For you, the blackness calls tonight Forever and ever Amen. |
| guran! Shotgun Sinner  Age: 31 Gender: Female Posts: 9179 | the prayer is an awesome poem my favorite line was How come your breezes always rattle with broken glass? although the secondline in the third stanze seems to be a bit off but there's only that one line. otherwise this is beautiful, it's sad and has this sort of eerie feeling. and i love how it ends, just. awesome. an awesome poem, you really are a good poet jessie. <3 |
| kings of leon. Always Born a Crime Age: 32 Gender: Female Posts: 6213 | Thankyou Teresa, you're a star : ) _______________________ Iron Youth We are War and we are Death We are fallout alone in the wasteland We are the Iron Youth The elder men are better at reading the maps The coloured lines snaking around their ankles And holding them to the wet earth We can’t even trace our fingers home The slithers of red, blue and green tangle And become meaningless in the dawn The heavy sun shines to the Fatherland Follow it with your eyes and the new gold Fades into grey skies in the foreign distance Someone told me Peace sat on the horizon That The End was marching toward the front And I did not care for another sunrise In my youth I am lighter on the mud Lighter in tangles of home Freer, lonelier, colder behind the wire I have but one, fraying string That keeps me below the parapet I am War and I am Death I am broken in the wasteland. |
| Tilly and the Wall Bleeding on the Floor  Age: 31 Gender: - Posts: 1850 | Iron Youth OH WOW. I absolutely love this. Feels a bit incomplete without the commas/fullstops at the end of the lines, but I guess that's just me. However, I love the idea, and the way you present it, it is quite clear without being cliched or boring, and keeps the reader captivated. Sounds like a poem in an English Literature texbook [I mean that as a compliment XD], I really like it =] One of my favorite poems written by you, without a doubt. |
| kings of leon. Always Born a Crime Age: 32 Gender: Female Posts: 6213 | Thankyou very much : ) ______________________________ Blood & Vodka From a punch drunk sleep comes the sun That rises over the window sills And razors lines of thin gold on the floorboards. You look in the mirror, as a child Looks through a kaleidoscope. The morning lights make icy sequins of your eyes. All is beautiful. God glimmers on your chest. Your bedroom faces the rising sun in the south. A trail of cigarette butts, strewn like diamonds Loose their amber illusion as you descend the stairs Into the heavy warmth of the north face. Kaleidoscope eyes fix on green bottles, White glass and red labels. A leftover heart beats on the window seat, Sporting spattered gems of ruby blood. Eyes squint at you, like arctic plains in the light. The crucifix lies lazy and careless on the floor, Shadow on the wall mourns the fallen. Overly profound, he looks, like delicate soldiers Dieing under foreign stars. The crucifix is replaced as you lay a hand On his cold shoulder. Your eyes close, And your lenses seem to shatter. Rainbow spectrums slice behind your eyelids And fade into empty, ancient silence. A sudden storm brews before the new sun. Another forgotten night pulses in your veins And lingers, Like blood and vodka on your lips. |
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| kings of leon. Always Born a Crime Age: 32 Gender: Female Posts: 6213 | I wish I could take credit for the last two lines but I wrote this as a response two those two lines which are from the song Walking in Memphis : ) Call of the Congregation Those old girls were praising Jesus again Heard their songs echo down old roads And like waterfalls and renegades, They run with the cosmos lights. Down by the churches, dusk falls silver and blue. The Low Country quivers and sways, Like prairie grasses, under the call Of the congregation. Been away from home too long With a cross to bare, all ready for burning. Candle light leafed the windows golden And his hand on the doors felt the thick vibration Of love and sorrow, filter his veins with sadness And an ancient longing for some peace, Some long awaited comfort He thought he used to know. Inside, electric surges around eyes shut fast And a hand beckons towards the organ “We getting a song from you boy, Or are you just here for a little warmth?” Gentle fire spread beneath his skin And from his lips came a song His mother used to sing, a soft serenade, Half remembered, half illuminated in dusty light She said “Boy, are you a Christian child?” He said “Ma’am, I am tonight” |
| living is easy Bleeding on the Floor  Age: 31 Gender: Female Posts: 1951 | Call of the Congregation I love it, I love it. Your style is thrilling, really. ...My descriptions fail me. :/ |
| kid from yesterday. Bleeding on the Floor  Age: 34 Gender: Female Posts: 1265 | A leftover heart beats on the window seat, That one line invoked so much imagery for me - I loved how you put together a term that could mean a lot to different people. You know how some descriptives sound amazing together? I think this one's like that. I don't know why that line caught me, but it did. (: |
| kings of leon. Always Born a Crime Age: 32 Gender: Female Posts: 6213 | Thankyou both so much, you guys opinions still mean an awful lot to me. x ____________________________ This is less of a poem and more something I needed to say to someone. Just something I need to know I have said. Apology In some twisted march of fate, I find myself alone as the clock ticks. Alone as the melancholy guitars pick their way With half remembered ease, Into the black of the night. In some backward emotion, Screaming through the forgotten crimson That dripped from healed veins - I want to go back. I want to leave what I have built To some other fairytale. I want to try and apologize For not loving you anymore. I could write you a letter and tell you That I never had the courage, That I never understood. I didn’t then and I don’t now. I remember when darkness was welcome Because darkness was simple. And so were you. All I wanted was to matter, But today, I am alone and hope, That I do not matter to you. I hope you never understand all my tiny betrayals That disappear like blood in water Washed away Beyond our beating hearts and aching heads. My words are more, But this imagery is less Because I can’t bear you to see this. |
| kings of leon. Always Born a Crime Age: 32 Gender: Female Posts: 6213 | Urgh. I'm so rusty. Amedeo Amedeo, tell me What the Parisians thought of you. Onyx eyes, handsome in their darkness. How did they perceive that momentary flame, That whispered in your pupils? I hear those French girls watched you, Enraged you until it burnt with violence And latent loneliness And the English rose dismissed you, Thought you ugly when lit with a brutal passion Reserved for the Accursed. So Modi, tell me, How that young artist managed to keep you, For so long in the Underworld of Paris Did she let you paint her, With as much tragedy as you wished? Did she let you drink, With as many vagabonds as you could find? Did she care little that war rejected you, And love found you cruel in devotion? And when poverty cradled you To a pauper’s death, Did you guess that she would follow you? Amedeo tell me, Did those Parisians mourn you as their own? Or did your old friends take you, Bury you next to her, An Italian Prince East of the Parisian skies. |
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| kings of leon. Always Born a Crime Age: 32 Gender: Female Posts: 6213 | Rolling. I saw a Louisiana sunset When I was just a little girl. We rolled right through that state Cloaked in the silent sapphire night. And in the back of that car, Listening to the tires trace the road west, Everything seemed more beautiful Than anything before or since. Cobalt blue rained onto the dusty pink Before the sun scorched the horizon line Seeping through the forests Bronzing the grasses and melting the tarmac And I could smell the ocean salt Dusting the wings of the circling gulls. They called like the world Was twisting toward its end. They called like their hearts were breaking To turn their backs on the ocean And I cried to turn our wheels On that Louisiana sunset. I cried until the air that howled Through the open windows, changed. Until the smell of the sea disappeared And the skies darkened with summer rain. And still, all this way out west, I still ache to hear the gulls cry And catch the smell of the sea Mingled with summer grasses - And still Nothing has been so perfectly simple. Nothing so silently beautiful As that one sunset, Before or since. |
| kings of leon. Always Born a Crime Age: 32 Gender: Female Posts: 6213 | Peircing as the Golden Spring. The earth, full of bones, Still buckles daily, Collapses into waterlogged chasms, Breeding death in its wire clad womb. And with the sun, comes stagnant fear, The stench of cheated souls, Riding the silent wind. Ancient eyes infest youthful sockets, Eyes that scream wild and black, Rarely afforded the luxury of the quiet, Forgetful Old. Peace lies dying in the flooding crypts And as peircing as the golden Spring That waits beyond the storm clouds, Memory swarms Like flies over the battlefield. |
| souverian. Demolition Lover  Age: - Gender: - Posts: 19169 | There is nothing I love more than imagery, and you manage to succeed in making every poem lyrical and beautifully detailed. Your work is really fascinating to read. |
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