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Wednesday, January 29, 2014
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Thursday, January 23, 2014
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Setting Fire To The Sun
I remember the Raven from my dreaming,
Breathing loudly, silent screaming.
Diamonds lay on empty stands.
Emeralds spill from my right hand.
Throwing darts at the sky,
A city map with nowhere to run.
Praying to the angels,
And setting fire to the sun.
Breathing loudly, silent screaming.
Diamonds lay on empty stands.
Emeralds spill from my right hand.
Throwing darts at the sky,
A city map with nowhere to run.
Praying to the angels,
And setting fire to the sun.
Tuesday, January 21, 2014
Gold and Stone
Humanity closed in and suffocating in hate,
Empathy lost, destruction sealing your fate.
The sunsets are dying,
I can feel it inside,
I see something faulty in the majorities eyes.
Mosaic angels weep our blood,
And you can't see beyond the darkness that you love.
Whispering shadows crawl on the ground,
Splintering windows reflect what I know now.
Does your reflection make you happy and safe?
Are you telling yourself that it's not too late?
Veneer crushed in the bathroom sink,
Black ink clouds and won't allow you to think.
Breathe in the sparkle and exhale out the dust,
You're cruel and misguided, you're not one of us.
The more I know you the more you hide,
The more you make yourself into something that I don't like.
You crush the innocent despite their cries,
You think you know everything but all you know is a lie.
None of us can breathe, we all kill what we need,
We plow each other over, worse than animals it seems.
They still protect while we play with emotion,
We twist what we want despite the devotion.
The edges of your eyes are dark, I will escape,
You will miss your mark.
Humans are filled to the top with greed,
We never want the things that we really need.
Materials own us and bind us in chains,
We lose our self in silks sand pain.
Breathe in trust, peaceful nights, and starlit skies,
Remember whether by fire, water or ice everyone dies.
What are you made of?
Sinew and blood?
Or did you trade it for stone and gold?
How does life taste now with your blood running cold?
Empathy lost, destruction sealing your fate.
The sunsets are dying,
I can feel it inside,
I see something faulty in the majorities eyes.
Mosaic angels weep our blood,
And you can't see beyond the darkness that you love.
Whispering shadows crawl on the ground,
Splintering windows reflect what I know now.
Does your reflection make you happy and safe?
Are you telling yourself that it's not too late?
Veneer crushed in the bathroom sink,
Black ink clouds and won't allow you to think.
Breathe in the sparkle and exhale out the dust,
You're cruel and misguided, you're not one of us.
The more I know you the more you hide,
The more you make yourself into something that I don't like.
You crush the innocent despite their cries,
You think you know everything but all you know is a lie.
None of us can breathe, we all kill what we need,
We plow each other over, worse than animals it seems.
They still protect while we play with emotion,
We twist what we want despite the devotion.
The edges of your eyes are dark, I will escape,
You will miss your mark.
Humans are filled to the top with greed,
We never want the things that we really need.
Materials own us and bind us in chains,
We lose our self in silks sand pain.
Breathe in trust, peaceful nights, and starlit skies,
Remember whether by fire, water or ice everyone dies.
What are you made of?
Sinew and blood?
Or did you trade it for stone and gold?
How does life taste now with your blood running cold?
Thursday, January 9, 2014
Dear John
Dear John,
You remind me of sunny summer says and fireworks on the hood of your car. You remind me of pain, and redemption, hurt, and how it feels to be safe for once. You remind me of Bonnie and Clyde on Wednesday nights with popcorn. You remind me of Theraflu, chicken noodle soup, and every Marilyn Monroe movie that you could find when you first saw me sick.
You remind me of trying to save birds and naming fish and plants. You remind me of TGI Fridays, city streets, Starbucks lattes on cold winter nights, new apartments, antique shops, and donuts for dinner while watching stupid reality shows.
You remind me of fine lines between faith and hope, salvation and sin. You remind me of random dances and flashes of color on concert nights. You remind me of not getting home until two in the morning and empty morning streets. You remind me of sunrises and western pink sunsets.
You remind me of Steak N Shake shakes and cold pizza on the side of the road. You remind me of getting stuck in the snow and long walking trips up an icy driveway in the darkness of night with a full moon guiding us. You remind me of helping people, whether we know them or not. You remind me of no questions asked. And you remind me of Purple Rain.
You remind me of bookstores and the weight of an armful of new novels and classics. You remind me of all night LOST marathons and chocolate kisses. You remind me of frosty air on my lips and cold winter days in the woods.
You remind me of happy songs with the windows down and dancing in the car. You remind me of wood and the smell of sawdust, and of trunks and talent. You remind me of geese and picnics, politeness and charm.
You also remind me of stupid fights, storming out, and then making up five minutes later.
I see you in our children. I see you in roses, lilies, and in the sunshine. I see you in beauty, magic, all things defined, and everything worth fighting for. I love you.
Love eternally,
Jess
You remind me of sunny summer says and fireworks on the hood of your car. You remind me of pain, and redemption, hurt, and how it feels to be safe for once. You remind me of Bonnie and Clyde on Wednesday nights with popcorn. You remind me of Theraflu, chicken noodle soup, and every Marilyn Monroe movie that you could find when you first saw me sick.
You remind me of trying to save birds and naming fish and plants. You remind me of TGI Fridays, city streets, Starbucks lattes on cold winter nights, new apartments, antique shops, and donuts for dinner while watching stupid reality shows.
You remind me of fine lines between faith and hope, salvation and sin. You remind me of random dances and flashes of color on concert nights. You remind me of not getting home until two in the morning and empty morning streets. You remind me of sunrises and western pink sunsets.
You remind me of Steak N Shake shakes and cold pizza on the side of the road. You remind me of getting stuck in the snow and long walking trips up an icy driveway in the darkness of night with a full moon guiding us. You remind me of helping people, whether we know them or not. You remind me of no questions asked. And you remind me of Purple Rain.
You remind me of bookstores and the weight of an armful of new novels and classics. You remind me of all night LOST marathons and chocolate kisses. You remind me of frosty air on my lips and cold winter days in the woods.
You remind me of happy songs with the windows down and dancing in the car. You remind me of wood and the smell of sawdust, and of trunks and talent. You remind me of geese and picnics, politeness and charm.
You also remind me of stupid fights, storming out, and then making up five minutes later.
I see you in our children. I see you in roses, lilies, and in the sunshine. I see you in beauty, magic, all things defined, and everything worth fighting for. I love you.
Love eternally,
Jess
Wednesday, January 8, 2014
Spinning Tires
Stuck in the snow at 2 a.m,
Your hands on my heart instead of just my hands,
You curse aloud,
Wide snowflakes fall,
The trees shake their leaves,
I remember it all.
The colors were bright,
Spinning tires tonight,
The starlight did shine,
And so did you,
I don't know if you saw it too,
But I did.
I did.
The shadows danced across your face,
I'm not really sure how we got to this place,
Maybe it was written in the stars, or on my heart,
The stinging on my skin,
The night as black as sin.
And the colors fade with the pages of time,
But we never do, our energy balances the line,
Dust sits in the shelves where we used to be,
But I still see you,
Can you see me?
Stuck in the snow at 2 a.m,
Hands on my heart instead of just on my hands.
Your hands on my heart instead of just my hands,
You curse aloud,
Wide snowflakes fall,
The trees shake their leaves,
I remember it all.
The colors were bright,
Spinning tires tonight,
The starlight did shine,
And so did you,
I don't know if you saw it too,
But I did.
I did.
The shadows danced across your face,
I'm not really sure how we got to this place,
Maybe it was written in the stars, or on my heart,
The stinging on my skin,
The night as black as sin.
And the colors fade with the pages of time,
But we never do, our energy balances the line,
Dust sits in the shelves where we used to be,
But I still see you,
Can you see me?
Stuck in the snow at 2 a.m,
Hands on my heart instead of just on my hands.
Saturday, January 4, 2014
So if you want to know me...
Hi! I don't how long you have known me or have been reading my work. It could be three years or maybe you just stumbled across this page yesterday. Maybe it's even your first time! And it occurred to me yesterday that maybe you don't really know me. Maybe you know me in some ways, the way I feel, or my perceptions on life. But me personally? No. And that just won't do. So if you are interested and if you want to know me...
My name is Jessie! Not Jessica. Just Jessie. People closest to me call me Jess. I am author of The Dreamcatchers Saga, but write about just about anything as well. Especially songs!
My magical, lucky number is 21. In fact, I have it tattooed on my hand I love it so much. I was raised in a very small Indiana town, right next to an even smaller Indiana town. Nashville. Not Tennessee of course. Nashville is a lovely artistic land full of treasures and magic! It houses only about 800 souls, give or take, and everyone is friendly. Sometimes on nice, bright days (and even on colder ones) you can find some of us (including me) singing and playing around with our instruments in coffee shops and on street corners. And first come first serve with the corners. Everyone knows it and everyone is okay with it, though I'm sure we all hurry for the best spots! :)
I love to dress like I'm from another time, or world. It's all how you look at it. I'm a natural blonde and wish I had wavy hair, but God graced me with straight, though sometimes I get really excited on humid or rainy days because then it does wave on it's own. Not to mention that I love the rain! And I may as well go ahead and say that I don't wear much make-up. I really just don't like it. I hardly paint my nails because I chew on them too much, and I don't like anything to match except maybe sometimes my clothes.
I'm only five feet tall and weigh in at 110 but I love to shoot and like the feeling of arrows flying from my bow. I started archery a couple of years ago and have finally aimed straight enough to make it to the kill zone every time. My perfect day would be in the woods surrounded by trees. I like to climb.
I also love old things. Anything used or antique! Even if it will never be worth anything. Like old patchwork quilts! Sentimental value has always meant more to me.
I'm 26 and wife, Mommy, singer, and writer. I do absolutely anything to instill my children with the belief in themselves and the unseen. The unseen is sometimes more real than our reality and I want them to know they can do anything in their life as long as they want it bad enough. It could be slaying dragons or becoming a vet. Whatever they dream!
Music and writing has always been astonishing to me! Sometimes I'll hear a song or read and book and be like "I wish I had wrote that!" That's how I know it has hit home. I've connected with it in a special way.
I read just about anything and love to know all I can about medicinal herbs and maybe would one day love to start an apothecary shop.
I love to meet people, go places, do things, and learn new things. My mind is constantly going all the time. Maybe one day I'll meet you!
Until then I hope you know more about me. I hope you know that I'm sincere, and honest. I hope you now see me as human, instead of seeing me as just another voice on the internet. And I hope you know how much I appreciate the fans that I have. And I hope that you to find commonalities with me and I with you! Like maybe a deep love for dreamcatchers:)
My name is Jessie! Not Jessica. Just Jessie. People closest to me call me Jess. I am author of The Dreamcatchers Saga, but write about just about anything as well. Especially songs!
My magical, lucky number is 21. In fact, I have it tattooed on my hand I love it so much. I was raised in a very small Indiana town, right next to an even smaller Indiana town. Nashville. Not Tennessee of course. Nashville is a lovely artistic land full of treasures and magic! It houses only about 800 souls, give or take, and everyone is friendly. Sometimes on nice, bright days (and even on colder ones) you can find some of us (including me) singing and playing around with our instruments in coffee shops and on street corners. And first come first serve with the corners. Everyone knows it and everyone is okay with it, though I'm sure we all hurry for the best spots! :)
I love to dress like I'm from another time, or world. It's all how you look at it. I'm a natural blonde and wish I had wavy hair, but God graced me with straight, though sometimes I get really excited on humid or rainy days because then it does wave on it's own. Not to mention that I love the rain! And I may as well go ahead and say that I don't wear much make-up. I really just don't like it. I hardly paint my nails because I chew on them too much, and I don't like anything to match except maybe sometimes my clothes.
I'm only five feet tall and weigh in at 110 but I love to shoot and like the feeling of arrows flying from my bow. I started archery a couple of years ago and have finally aimed straight enough to make it to the kill zone every time. My perfect day would be in the woods surrounded by trees. I like to climb.
I also love old things. Anything used or antique! Even if it will never be worth anything. Like old patchwork quilts! Sentimental value has always meant more to me.
I'm 26 and wife, Mommy, singer, and writer. I do absolutely anything to instill my children with the belief in themselves and the unseen. The unseen is sometimes more real than our reality and I want them to know they can do anything in their life as long as they want it bad enough. It could be slaying dragons or becoming a vet. Whatever they dream!
Music and writing has always been astonishing to me! Sometimes I'll hear a song or read and book and be like "I wish I had wrote that!" That's how I know it has hit home. I've connected with it in a special way.
I read just about anything and love to know all I can about medicinal herbs and maybe would one day love to start an apothecary shop.
I love to meet people, go places, do things, and learn new things. My mind is constantly going all the time. Maybe one day I'll meet you!
Until then I hope you know more about me. I hope you know that I'm sincere, and honest. I hope you now see me as human, instead of seeing me as just another voice on the internet. And I hope you know how much I appreciate the fans that I have. And I hope that you to find commonalities with me and I with you! Like maybe a deep love for dreamcatchers:)
Thursday, January 2, 2014
Resolutions
Last year was the year of tattoos. Lots of them. Things that represents what matters to me so much. It was also the year of books. Lots and lots of book collecting, reading, writing, editing, releasing, and more writing. And so this year will be as well. There will be some changes though.
One word. Magic.
I believe people create their own magic. We believe, we work, and we earn what magic is given to us. It took me a while to decide what my New Years Resolution would be. But after careful thought, magic is what it came down to. I want more than anything a magical year full of health and happiness. I want a year of smiles, laughter, celebrations with amazing people I love, or maybe have just met. I want to remember lost ones with a smile instead of pain. I want to let go of bitterness, discomfort, and rage. I want to stand straight and say that I have won. And with the help of my God and family, I think that I can. But I have also realized that I have to also help myself. I have to want this bad enough. Without determination all else will fail.
So with that in mind I know what I must first do is strengthen myself. I have to strengthen myself in every way possible. My body, my mind, my heart, and my soul. I have to train my muscles and my thoughts. I have to breathe fresh air into my lungs and then release it. I must keep a level head and balance logic and dreaming. I have to allow myself to feel while keeping a thick skin. It's all about balance, which I confess, I have never really been very good at.
But I have to become the person that I want to be. I have to become the girl that is strong beyond reason. The girl that will keep walking even when I feel weak. I will learn to trust some and forget others. I will notice my senses and instincts and believe in them. I will shine even brighter than before. And because of all of this I will laugh more. I will not be afraid to love and let the important ones in. I will speak and others will have no choice but to listen. I will go to more concerts and stay up till midnight watching stupid movies. I will have confetti at my birthday and walk small town streets. I will find more antique stores and will learn how to make my own dreamcatchers. I will shoot straighter and I will aim higher. I will show more and hide less. I will move and feel my own freedom. I will spread my wings that have been bound. I must become someone that I would want my son and daughter to be. And I will show them everyday that everything, EVERYTHING, is possible.
One word. Magic.
I believe people create their own magic. We believe, we work, and we earn what magic is given to us. It took me a while to decide what my New Years Resolution would be. But after careful thought, magic is what it came down to. I want more than anything a magical year full of health and happiness. I want a year of smiles, laughter, celebrations with amazing people I love, or maybe have just met. I want to remember lost ones with a smile instead of pain. I want to let go of bitterness, discomfort, and rage. I want to stand straight and say that I have won. And with the help of my God and family, I think that I can. But I have also realized that I have to also help myself. I have to want this bad enough. Without determination all else will fail.
So with that in mind I know what I must first do is strengthen myself. I have to strengthen myself in every way possible. My body, my mind, my heart, and my soul. I have to train my muscles and my thoughts. I have to breathe fresh air into my lungs and then release it. I must keep a level head and balance logic and dreaming. I have to allow myself to feel while keeping a thick skin. It's all about balance, which I confess, I have never really been very good at.
But I have to become the person that I want to be. I have to become the girl that is strong beyond reason. The girl that will keep walking even when I feel weak. I will learn to trust some and forget others. I will notice my senses and instincts and believe in them. I will shine even brighter than before. And because of all of this I will laugh more. I will not be afraid to love and let the important ones in. I will speak and others will have no choice but to listen. I will go to more concerts and stay up till midnight watching stupid movies. I will have confetti at my birthday and walk small town streets. I will find more antique stores and will learn how to make my own dreamcatchers. I will shoot straighter and I will aim higher. I will show more and hide less. I will move and feel my own freedom. I will spread my wings that have been bound. I must become someone that I would want my son and daughter to be. And I will show them everyday that everything, EVERYTHING, is possible.
My Invisible Light/ A Letter
To you,
I already know I will never allow you to read this. This will be another letter stashed in a box underneath the bed, or on a high shelf, because that's where most of my feelings have belonged for so long now. It keeps peace. It strains hope. It feeds frustration. But it is what it is.
You. You left me feeling self-exposed and raw. All I ever really wanted from you was to feel the same. I wanted to know that I shined too. Maybe not as bright and maybe even in a different colored light. But just the same, I just wanted to know that I had a light. I wanted to know that you haven't taken that away from me. That this world hasn't taken that away from me. I wanted to keep it safe. Protected. Away from all of them.
I didn't want to step into her shoes, even for a second, because it still wouldn't have been me. None of it would have mattered or counted at all. And what's the point in that? Instead I just wanted to know what it felt like to be cherished and treasured by you. Important even. I wanted to know what it felt like to be held high. I had tried so hard for so many years, through the passages of time, to give you something that you never gave me.
Human need. Human tears. Raptured and unnoticed. Unreciprocated love and we still just keep on trying don't we? The funny thing about it all is, just like you never bothered with my tears, you have never bothered with hers either. I guess we are the same in some way. Never much in any other. Has she forgiven you? Your problems always seemed to matter more. All of your feelings seemed to have hurt worse. And still, you continually do EXACTLY what you say that you hate. You do EXACTLY what you cry about. All the time.
I love you. I love you, but the love is not pure. It's mixed with bitterness and self pity. And I can't even say anything because I am reduced to a whining child crying for her Mommy. I sound like an animal in a cage. And maybe I am like that animal. Full of rage and loyalty. My bones ache. My muscles are sore, tight and on edge. But as it is we are all sewn together with sinew and bone. Sometimes our blood boils. Sometimes it turns into ice or lead in our veins. Sometimes a weight drops and our heart seems as hard as a stone.
Sometimes I cry on songs that remind me of you, and not because they remind me of you, but because I wish they didn't. Or sometimes because I wished that they did. But it's okay. It's all going to be okay. Maybe one day I will know how she feels on bright, special days. Maybe one day I will know how it feels to make you so proud. But until then, the world will spin, and so will I with it. The sun will shine on my shoulders, I will breathe in fresh, clean air. And I will heal, and love, and laugh until it hurts. And I will try not to think about what is so wrong between us. And above all, I will continue to shine in a light that is so magical, but yet so invisible to you.
Love,
Jess
I already know I will never allow you to read this. This will be another letter stashed in a box underneath the bed, or on a high shelf, because that's where most of my feelings have belonged for so long now. It keeps peace. It strains hope. It feeds frustration. But it is what it is.
You. You left me feeling self-exposed and raw. All I ever really wanted from you was to feel the same. I wanted to know that I shined too. Maybe not as bright and maybe even in a different colored light. But just the same, I just wanted to know that I had a light. I wanted to know that you haven't taken that away from me. That this world hasn't taken that away from me. I wanted to keep it safe. Protected. Away from all of them.
I didn't want to step into her shoes, even for a second, because it still wouldn't have been me. None of it would have mattered or counted at all. And what's the point in that? Instead I just wanted to know what it felt like to be cherished and treasured by you. Important even. I wanted to know what it felt like to be held high. I had tried so hard for so many years, through the passages of time, to give you something that you never gave me.
Human need. Human tears. Raptured and unnoticed. Unreciprocated love and we still just keep on trying don't we? The funny thing about it all is, just like you never bothered with my tears, you have never bothered with hers either. I guess we are the same in some way. Never much in any other. Has she forgiven you? Your problems always seemed to matter more. All of your feelings seemed to have hurt worse. And still, you continually do EXACTLY what you say that you hate. You do EXACTLY what you cry about. All the time.
I love you. I love you, but the love is not pure. It's mixed with bitterness and self pity. And I can't even say anything because I am reduced to a whining child crying for her Mommy. I sound like an animal in a cage. And maybe I am like that animal. Full of rage and loyalty. My bones ache. My muscles are sore, tight and on edge. But as it is we are all sewn together with sinew and bone. Sometimes our blood boils. Sometimes it turns into ice or lead in our veins. Sometimes a weight drops and our heart seems as hard as a stone.
Sometimes I cry on songs that remind me of you, and not because they remind me of you, but because I wish they didn't. Or sometimes because I wished that they did. But it's okay. It's all going to be okay. Maybe one day I will know how she feels on bright, special days. Maybe one day I will know how it feels to make you so proud. But until then, the world will spin, and so will I with it. The sun will shine on my shoulders, I will breathe in fresh, clean air. And I will heal, and love, and laugh until it hurts. And I will try not to think about what is so wrong between us. And above all, I will continue to shine in a light that is so magical, but yet so invisible to you.
Love,
Jess
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