Category: poetry

The sunrays pour over your shoulders,

They cover you like a golden cloak,

And I cannot wait any longer,

Cannot wait until I make my last oath.

I have followed your path during storms,

And they could not keep me away.

People say that you are long gone,

Yet I see you as clear as day.

If the spell is truly dead and broken,

Why do I see you still holding the sky?

Wicked tongues can drip their ink,

In my memories you are still mine.

The sun has never glistened brighter,

It is almost burning my eyes alive.

If I look away, I will kill this vision,

Send my one-trick heart into overdrive.

-Jackie

These carefree days make me too destructive.

I flutter my black lashes, play it out like an actor.

My thoughts spin in the breeze like yellowing leaves.

They told me I belong, but I cannot wait to leave.

I sense them numbing my razor-sharp defenses,

Climbing into my ears and breaching the fences.

These joyous days are gnawing at my limbs.

Do I leave my flesh behind or simply stay still?

-Jackie

I stand on the grey pavement of this city I built in my head,

I am a dead woman, hanging onto my own heartbeat by a thread.

The chills your words sent through me still freeze my flesh.

You are a frostbite, you are a sedated death dressed in mesh.

Yes, I still remember the violent sentences you once mouthed.

You said I was completely alone, but my funeral was overcrowded.

I stand on this pavement, searching for a drop of pure dignity.

Is it too late for you to breathe some life back into me?

-Jackie

No, no, no, I cannot live without the electricity,

Cannot breathe without it swarming my bones.

Go, go, go and find how to kill this fantasy,

Find someone who makes me choke when I’m alone.

But it might just be my foolish bitterness

Keeping me awake like a penniless fiend.

Yes, it must be my outrageous selfishness

That burns the bridges and kills the green fields.

No, no, no, don’t you wait as I finally recover

And bask in the sunlight as others die trying.

Go, go, go and rip my story up from cover to cover.

I’ve been wondering what it feels like to be dying.

-Jackie

There are these grand chapels on my way to work,

I wish I could pinch them with my devil’s fork.

The frost is biting down and chewing the bells,

And my eyes are burning with the flames from hell.

The faces pressed against the windows scare me,

They are waiting for another night to marry.

I look straight forward and hold onto my breath,

Trying to ignore the teeth reaching for my neck.

Still, the chapel towers sing the smoothest symphonies.

I know I will get swallowed by these prophecies.

There are these grand chapels on my way to work,

I wish I could pinch them with my devil’s fork.

-Jackie

Paint the billboards with your crocodile tears,

Slice open the ladders, blow up the tiers.

Destroy the systems you used to worship,

But do not blame me for your wrecked warships.

Unleash the seven devils every morning,

And suffocate me with looks, oh, so adoring.

Do not dream about me coming back to you,

Paint the neon signs treacherously blue.

-Jackie

The rouge in your bathroom turns blue every morning,

Drowning in your tears and dripping in mourning.

Mirrors on mirrors, broken glass on your floor.

Switch off the lights and count down to four.

The pale fog shoots itself against the windows,

Reflecting sorrowful faces of your widows.

You know you cannot hold on for much longer,

And you are wishing for another life to launder.

It will not be mine, no, I am not yours to ruin,

I am not the storm you can keep from brewing.

The storms I will unleash will serve as a promise,

And my followers will turn every city honest.

The rouge in your bathroom turns white every night,

Knowing I am out there, ready to take a bite.

-Jackie