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Face The Music

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The silence I hold in my palms beats like a ripped-out heart,

It is taking its last breaths as I pierce it with the sharpest darts.

And I break the silence like a glass on a dirty stone floor,

The coldness mixes with the clear shards as I count to four.

My breath rolls down my tongue faster than a tidal wave

Until there are no martyrs left for the nobleman to save.

I cross my heart as I shout from every rooftop of your empty city,

Wishing I could get it back without feeling their faux pity.

But I know they hear me, and soon enough I will prove it,

The silence I held will be the reason you finally face the music.

-Jackie

The Foolishness Of Fate

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Someone told me years ago by a sleepy lake:

“You meet the people you are supposed to meet,

A year too early or a year too late,

Still, you feel like you have never seen a smile that sweet.”

But I chased a dream for a living for five years,

Wasted away my youth on cheap truces with the enemy.

I did not hold back a harsh word, but I held back the tears,

Hoping the sorrow did not become a part of me.

All I did was try without batting an eye,

And I did not listen even when the noose was closing.

Fate is a funny thing, I hated the knots it tied,

And how it tore me open like some old clothing.

But I ended up right here, so it must have been foresight,

Even the nights where I got it all wrong.

I was missing the signs and looking for my knights,

Complaining to every stranger about this life being too long.

Still, I ended up by your side nearby a sleepy lake,

And it felt like home more than my own heartbeat does.

Not a minute too soon, not a minute too late…

The foolishness of fate came over me like a buzz.

-Jackie

My Funeral

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They said I was the devil when I showed them my good side,

They spread the rumors like cheap pills, spread them far and wide.

Those who once knew me did not bite down right away,

But the bitterness got to them like smoke from an ashtray.

They even called it my funeral when I tried fixing the record,

They swore they were playing chess when I was playing checkers.

Little did they all know, you cannot re-bury the long gone.

You cannot fix the tune in post if you got all the chords wrong.

So, they said I was a lost cause until I became their peril,

And they learned that there are things far scarier than the devil.

Those who never knew me only spoke my name as a whisper,

And all those who were buried with me became my sisters.

-Jackie