Tag: Seawater

I promised to never let go of the face looking back at me from the mirror,

And I married myself to the sparkling idea that ego make ones path clearer.

Now I repay the sacred vows I have broken with everyone else here but me.

What kind of wicked tales they will tell when asked about my legacy?

Still, I can shatter all the mirrors I see, but I cannot get rid of the shadows,

They linger above me like a shameful mark dipped in pain and sorrow.

I wish I could take the promises back, I wish I could erase the damned eyes,

But they have grown too keen on cutting throats and twisting up alibis.

-Jackie

The moon only leaks red when I’m with you,

And time turns to vapor, then paints me blue.

I hope one day you get a chance to kill it.

Once you bury me, burn my soul on a skillet.

The air bleeds venom whenever I scream,

And the more I fight, the more I rip my seams.

I pray that one day you will miss my fury

Or the times I made your world go blurry.

-Jackie

Drop your act to the floor and walk onto the stage to dance.

I know you would die on your knees if I gave you the chance.

Your tight designer shirts cannot hide your beastly fangs,

Your ever-present grin cannot hide the blades in your hands.

And I wish it was different this time, I wish I could spare you,

But it was you who challenged me, told me not to fear you.

Then you stepped on my fragile neck as your followers cheered,

And I swore I would make you an enemy to those you held dear.

Drop your act to the floor and walk onto the stage to fight.

This is not a friendly contest, this is a battle for your life.

Your bloody teeth cannot hide the shakiness of your breath,

And soon enough you are going to wish that we never met.

-Jackie

The pale whites of the sails are barely visible.

I cannot fight the agony,

It is nothing but physical.

My stomach is twisting and turning inside.

I cannot see the sun,

I have nowhere to hide.

The water pressure is squeezing my throat,

And I am out of wishes,

Out of reasons to float.

All I can ask for is a wrinkle in this timeline,

A bump to lift me,

Throw me towards the limelight.

But the sharks are circling around my ankles,

Waiting me to tire,

Expecting me to be in shambles.

I know I do not have much time to write this,

I will give up quite soon,

Become strange and lifeless.

The pale whites of the sails are barely visible.

I cannot fight the agony,

It is nothing but physical.

-Jackie

Even though each day I feel less and less like I’m sinking,

I still find crosses to carry, burdens that keep me from winning.

Their tentacles wrap around my ankles as I swim up.

I know they’re lying when they offer me to drink from the cup.

Each day the sun rises, but it delivers a little less warmth.

It is punishing me for refusing to play the damn part.

The rays twist and turn through the layers of my pulsating skin.

I still find curses to bury, legacies that I simply cannot win.

-Jackie

Was I just a bump in the road?

Was I just collateral damage?

Men like you think they deserve power,

They slay, then offer a bandage.

It is me who is going to ruin you,

Take it in, let it hurt.

Your regal blood is worthless,

And I don’t want to say a word.

You spat me out like a fly,

Tried to rip my will to pieces,

But no one spins a story like me,

Twists truth until it ceases.

So, was I just a fleeting feeling?

Was I just an undone memory?

Men like you don’t have any power,

They lose it all to me.

-Jackie

Your stories haunt my daydreams to this very day.

They dance on my walls like a shadow play.

I close the black curtains and sit alone in the dark.

I dream of a land that is, oh, so far.

But your stories puncture my ears like a drill,

And all I can really do is let them kill.

They flash before my eyes in violent crashes.

Your stories never appealed to the masses.

So, they haunt my days and torture my nights,

Strap me of sanity and deplete me of life.

I close me eyes, hoping you will not get in,

But I am yet to see an ending in which I win.

-Jackie

How can I haunt you if you never wronged me?

So, tell me, love, where did you bury my “sorry”?

How can I linger like a curse if I’m already gone?

Did you want to make me yours by the dawn?

And why do you say that I did it if I’m useless?

Scream it from the rooftops: are you clueless?

Now it’s you they don’t believe.

How does it feel?

Tell it to the rain,

Tell me, how does it feel?

You slipped on your anger like a banana peel,

Now you blame me for the bruises on your knees.

But how can I haunt you if you never touched me?

How can I linger or shriek like cursed a banshee?

It’s all about perspective, love, didn’t you hear?

They’re burning all the green that you hold so dear.

-Jackie

Tonight the sky chooses my fate for me,

And I am just a throwaway memory,

A broken line connecting two sides,

Always twisting and screaming in my sleep.

But do not worry, love, there is still time to hide.

As the sky chooses for me,

Count to ten and run for the moon.

It is too late to say you are sorry,

Too late to save me from the gloom.

So, keep yourself safe like you always do.

If you dare to take a look back at me,

Keep your lying palms on your eyes.

You were pretending to be happy,

Now go and pretend to enjoy my demise.

-Jackie