Why can’t you see what we see?
The way he’s crushing you,
Beneath his self serving greed. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #66 – Shout”
Category: Writers – Jessie
Misplaced Missive #63 – Childhood
She remembers telling herself:
“You’re too young to have to deal with this”.
He only taught her by the fist,
And she, the other, not her,
Saw nothing amiss. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #63 – Childhood”
Misplaced Missive #62 – Airplanes
For a moment, I’ll hold it.
Freeze the memory in mind
Of needs not negated by time. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #62 – Airplanes”
Misplaced Missive #61 – LOVE
You make me feel.
You take everything that could be real
Steal it away
Make it unworthy
You’ve cursed me
and I can’t reverse these
Feelings.
I’m under your sway.
Your spell. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #61 – LOVE”
Misplaced Missive #60 – Doesn’t Matter
Playing with blades
Handing you the hilt
One turn, one tilt,
To cut me open.
Let me bleed,
All I’m hoping. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #60 – Doesn’t Matter”
Misplaced Missive #59 – Armor
I’ve crafted this armor,
Of someone you’ll honor,
Run to for cover,
Never see suffer,
And trust easily.
So now, how can it be,
That you seem to see
Through to me? Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #59 – Armor”
Misplaced Missive #58 – Perfection Is A Lie
You’re perfect.
This isn’t a confession,
And that’s not a complement. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #58 – Perfection Is A Lie”
Misplaced Missive #180 -Dead End Want
Temptation in the face of practicality,
Shackled by conservative morality,
And the reality of significant others;
The dead end want of would be lovers,
Will how long stay under covers,
Of normalcy and friendship? Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #180 -Dead End Want”
Misplaced Missive #174 – Lying From Me
Taking lies at face value.
How you don’t dare to delve deeper,
Into what is manifestly untrue,
Into prayers offered up to you,
Betrays the facade you fake,
A shallow reminder in every
Flippant remark you make.
I remain unsurprised,
Because it’s par for the course,
Your usual, enacted without remorse,
A flawed mask of insincere discourse. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #174 – Lying From Me”
Midnight Depression Collection Pt. V
Available
One phone call – two calls, three
How long can I ignore the screech?
How long ’til I join it in a scream?
I’m not available.
As I type this
My phone twitches from convulsions –
Even the inanimate
Can be burdened
With illness from the constant
Contact and calling… Continue reading “Midnight Depression Collection Pt. V”
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