Put the animal in a cage
and put your pulsating rage in my pocket.
I cannot escape the heatwaves,
but I can empty my eye sockets.
Put the cynic in a cathedral
and play ethereal songs on loop.
We are really not making strides,
we are just stuck on an endless hoop.
-Jackie
When I knew there was no light left in my windows
And there was no steel left in my sinking heart,
I let the streets know the name of my only traitor.
Not even the wind could catch that killing dart.
-Jackie
The darkest storms pass
and the nicest words rot
and I wish things would last
when my stomach’s in knots.
The good times spill
and the bad days fade
and I outsmart my will
but never outrun my fate.
-Jackie
Will they write your initials on my headstone
or will it be the other way around?
Will they cite me as your cause of death
or will they lay me in the solid ground?
Will the little flowers stay fresh and green
or will they crumble out of pure spite?
The jewels you gave me are worthless.
They turn to ashes when brought into the light.
-Jackie
The grave diggers are striking
And the priests are protesting in the streets.
This death I drag around like an anchor,
It only laughs when it bleeds.
I did not mean to start this sad cult
And I do not plan to watch it evaporate.
This chaos I hold like a dying wish,
It awaits my empty shell at the pearly gate.
-Jackie
The colors are never dark enough when you paint me
Or when you smear my character on the city streets.
Even jesters have to sit through the stillest of pain,
Even seasoned killers do not kill right where they eat.
-Jackie
You robbed me of my peace
Like grave robbers steal jewels,
Then sold them for cheap
Just to afford disgusting beer.
You took every penny
That you could ever carry
Like my name was worthless
And I couldn’t get it all back.
You abused my trust
Because you are a cage maker.
Preying on the victims,
Playing morals like cards.
I hope my silence blinds you,
I hope it stings your bones.
You are a cheap, cheap man
Sitting on a shit-stained throne.
-Jackie
One day The Cure records won’t remind me of your bruises
Or the glaring violence you masked as some faultless flaws.
I get teary-eyed thinking about getting back my music
And cleaning out the infected thoughts and putrid scars.
-Jackie
The cards I keep up my sleeve are the four aces,
But being a natural could not save my honest face.
Here I lay, here I lie, here I suffer from exhaustion.
Every fairytale warrants a sheer level of caution.
-Jackie
I wished on a dying star,
Hoped that I could go number.
I exchanged their loves
Liked fading telephone numbers.
The first one was a goner,
The second one was a farce.
They burned me like a witch,
They resurrected my scars.
It was the fairest of games,
And rules did not matter.
The rabbit jumped from a cliff
And so did the Mad Hatter.
I wished on a dying star,
Hoped that I could go number.
I exchanged their loves
Liked fading telephone numbers.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 