The ghost of poetry
floats haltingly by me,
haunting my creative mind.
Words slip through me
faltering and failing -
robbed of my inability
to create a stanza.
The ghost steals my insight.
Perhaps I have been
flirting with the devil
for too long.
But I'm coming home,
rounding the bend to
a place without hauntings.
This blog was created for anyone who enjoys reading. I write poetry and short fiction and enjoy getting feedback. I am constantly trying to improve - thanks for reading! -Jackie
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Thursday, January 20, 2011
हेल्प
It seeps through my brain
and covers me with darkness
for hours - sometimes days
The pain has become
a familiar foe -
I wonder if I ever existed
Or has it always been
this phantom stealing
my thoughts and erasing me?
Memories come and go
like sunrises - only
lasting for a moment
I know I'm in there
somewhere, beneath
this cloud of murkiness
Migraine Migraine
What have you done
to my former self?
I guess I should
go back to sleep
and maybe I will find me
and covers me with darkness
for hours - sometimes days
The pain has become
a familiar foe -
I wonder if I ever existed
Or has it always been
this phantom stealing
my thoughts and erasing me?
Memories come and go
like sunrises - only
lasting for a moment
I know I'm in there
somewhere, beneath
this cloud of murkiness
Migraine Migraine
What have you done
to my former self?
I guess I should
go back to sleep
and maybe I will find me
Thursday, December 30, 2010
New Year's Resolution
The essence of being
seasonless during the
winter month of
December haunts me
Snow-capped mountains,
and children sledding;
trucks plowing,
and men shoveling
Images that are
merely memories,
appear in my mind's
rear-view mirror -
Fading in the
distance like
the narrow streets
in St. Croix
As I drive these
littered streets
I let it all
fall behind
Living now
- this moment -
commands me
more than ever
Yet I cannot
seem to let
the yesterdays go
and the todays begin
seasonless during the
winter month of
December haunts me
Snow-capped mountains,
and children sledding;
trucks plowing,
and men shoveling
Images that are
merely memories,
appear in my mind's
rear-view mirror -
Fading in the
distance like
the narrow streets
in St. Croix
As I drive these
littered streets
I let it all
fall behind
Living now
- this moment -
commands me
more than ever
Yet I cannot
seem to let
the yesterdays go
and the todays begin
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Post Traumatic WHAT?
Last night I curled up
in a ball and learned
for the first time
what PTSD really is
A disease that rots a person
from the inside -
tears their wounds open
like an amputated limb
Last night I learned
that 8 years can feel
like only 8 seconds
and what time machines do:
They transport you back
to the moment your brain
stopped working and
your heart stopped beating
Correctly
Last night I learned
about war and tried
to remember what
peace felt like
The profundity of
these lessons seep
into my dreams
and I am rattled
For only by remembering
the horrible
the terrible
the despicable
can we truly forget
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Insomnia
The notes of your
heart ring through
my head - beating
thoughts like the drums
of sadness you play
"Boom Boom Boom"
- they pound -
leaving me tossing
through another
sleepless night
Oh how I await the
day for your melodious
sounds to cease
so that I may finally
close my eyes
and be left
in silence
heart ring through
my head - beating
thoughts like the drums
of sadness you play
"Boom Boom Boom"
- they pound -
leaving me tossing
through another
sleepless night
Oh how I await the
day for your melodious
sounds to cease
so that I may finally
close my eyes
and be left
in silence
Sunday, October 3, 2010
Humble Me
How can I weep
When the sun rises
every day and shines
its warmth upon me?
My lonely friend
sadness has left
me again,
But do not worry
I am not alone
My constant companion
nostalgia has been
wrapping itself
around my soul
and giving me hope
these rising
suns are a reminder
that love still shines
and lifts me up
from my
despair
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Apology
I play you
back and forth
like a pinball
changing from
good to bad
happy to sad
in an instant
I throw my
brown frown
on you
like you're
the ground
when really
I should praise you,
give you a crown
I crumble inside
to think that
I made you cry
because of my
fucked up mind
pulling me
everywhere
but to the present
where you
gave me a gift,
symmetry and heaven
I will give you back
the real me -
the one underneath
so we can be free,
instead of hostages
caught somewhere between
the seen and unseen
back and forth
like a pinball
changing from
good to bad
happy to sad
in an instant
I throw my
brown frown
on you
like you're
the ground
when really
I should praise you,
give you a crown
I crumble inside
to think that
I made you cry
because of my
fucked up mind
pulling me
everywhere
but to the present
where you
gave me a gift,
symmetry and heaven
I will give you back
the real me -
the one underneath
so we can be free,
instead of hostages
caught somewhere between
the seen and unseen
Saturday, June 26, 2010
My Tug of War
Shine on me
now
Open this
heart
Make it feel
hope
It gets stuck
still -
In between
sun
And cloudy
rain
Can you fix
me
again before
blue
wraps itself
in?
Or have I
lost
you again
friend?
Sunrise save
me
Before I
fall
Inside these
thoughts
of lonely
dread...
Before you
came
Sun left me
burnt
But now your
light
warms my cold
heart
and I am
free
safe from
me
now
Open this
heart
Make it feel
hope
It gets stuck
still -
In between
sun
And cloudy
rain
Can you fix
me
again before
blue
wraps itself
in?
Or have I
lost
you again
friend?
Sunrise save
me
Before I
fall
Inside these
thoughts
of lonely
dread...
Before you
came
Sun left me
burnt
But now your
light
warms my cold
heart
and I am
free
safe from
me
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
The Battle

Come wrestle my solid heart
Throw those words at me again
It's nothing new - you fall apart
and I am left to pretend
That you will change and love me,
without my having to plead
I lost that battle long ago
You picked her grain and spirit
and wrapped her from head to toe
While I became the culprit
of hope and tireless shame
Just an empty shell to blame
This is the last time for me
the end - my final goodbye
Time to let go and be free
mend the love that's gone awry
and remember the good man
that once held my fragile hand
The battle is over now
the man with nine lives has won
stumble and fall - take a bow
your star performance is done
the poor frail body survives
but your mind takes a nosedive
Goodbye old man - -
Goodbye old man
Monday, May 24, 2010
This Moment
Capture it Now
Remember it Always
For there won't be another
Like it - Ever again
Hold it Close
Breathe it in
Feel the Pain or
Pleasure it brings
See
Smell
Touch
Taste
This moment
It will be gone
In an instant
Love
Every
Second
Live
Every
Minute
And
You
Might
Just be lucky
enough to make it
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Soul's Whisper

The wind in my heart blows
through me with fervor
unleashed from complacency,
taking the world by storm.
The wind in my heart carries
me from yesterday into today,
providing strength to move
these moments as they pass.
The wind in my heart forces
the freedom within to awaken,
allowing personal integrity
to wrap itself around me.
The wind in my heart guides
my soul with its whisper,
blowing through my body
as your love surrounds me.
through me with fervor
unleashed from complacency,
taking the world by storm.
The wind in my heart carries
me from yesterday into today,
providing strength to move
these moments as they pass.
The wind in my heart forces
the freedom within to awaken,
allowing personal integrity
to wrap itself around me.
The wind in my heart guides
my soul with its whisper,
blowing through my body
as your love surrounds me.
Monday, April 5, 2010
Bring Me to Silence
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