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Desert Island

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I wonder if all this emptiness I carry serves as my armor.

Am I saving myself or am I following the recipe for disaster?

Is there more to me than the nothingness and the roaring rage?

I feel like if I take a single step, they will burn this stage.

Therefore, I stay in place and wait for the waves to pass.

Some voices tell me that I am plastic, but I smell like grass.

These memories buried deep in my chest, they want out,

But the whispers are getting louder, so they avoid the crowds.

I wonder if all this loneliness will ever pay off my debts.

Will life come to collect or will it let love trap me in nets?

Everyone promised to warn me when the first cloud formed.

I feel like a desert island caught in the middle of a storm.

-Jackie

The Judge And The Punisher

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I stand here like a granite statue,

Immortalizing your fears.

I’m the blood on a stained glass,

The deadly breath you hear.

I lurk in nightmarish shadows

And I prey on good deeds.

I’m the judge and the punisher

Tying you to your seat.

-Jackie

Inferiority Complex

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My youth gets wasted on grimy streets,

It cries for mercy on two bruised knees.

I don’t know how this cruel cycle started,

But I lost the map and got outsmarted.

I used to fight for the bridges I built,

I used to cry if the hero got killed.

Did my values get lost between the pages?

Did I lose my value when I built this cage?

Friends from my past still sing me praises,

They’re quick to bring up the better days.

But I see the bruises on my self-respect,

The bruises those careless people left.

My youth gets wasted on dirty streets,

It begs me to hide underneath the sheets.

I don’t know why I keep chasing the winds.

I lost the maps and I missed the hints.

-Jackie

The Voiceless

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Gasping for air,

It’s such a faithless affair.

You’re trying not to drown

As they drag you down.

You talk to yourself

Because no one can help.

The water is quiet,

Breath doesn’t defy it.

And nobody hears

As they break your spears.

Your throat is gone,

Ripped out by a swan.

-Jackie

Red Lights

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The red lights glisten like rubies on my street

As I pass them singing,

Swinging my hands like a careless creature.

The crowds stand still, cursing my innocence,

Shooting muffled screams my way,

But I was never their god or their preacher.

The tires screech, trying to scare me into silence,

And I wish I could be afraid.

I wish I had a bone I would not be willing to break.

Only one more light and I will be done with this,

Only one more scarlet lantern

And I will sit down at the old muddy lake.

But the concrete sighs and crashes like a wave,

Trapping me in its skeleton,

And I know I will not make it out alive.

The crowds lighten up, their faces red and fearful,

As the grey sky swallows me whole,

And its teeth feel like the cruelest knives.

-Jackie

Panic Attack

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The gauze on my palms turns amber,

It drips translucent liquids on the pavement.

One more drop and I will fall down,

I will break my past, then try to reframe it.

The stitches pull at my thoughts

While the scalpel punctures my left lung.

I need a moment to pull it together,

But I know I am cursed to leave this world young.

Wild animals scratch my throat.

I cough but nothing ever helps the itch.

My feelings swirl like dangerous waters,

And I think they want to catch the witch.

The head that I carry feels heavy,

It leans to the side, greeting the night,

And my skull cracks like a hard candy,

But at least I make it through the fight.

-Jackie

At The Gates Of Hell

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The hell is wide open,

It has nothing to hide.

Give me a hand,

Pull me to the other side.

The holes we dig

And the bodies we bury

Are just interruptions,

Spittle on the cherry.

So, drag me, darling,

Do not let go.

Do not mind my fits

Or the red vertigo.

The hell is wide open,

It calls our name.

If we are worthy,

They will put us in frames.

-Jackie

Listener

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Their conversations gurgle like iron cauldrons,

Words shoot from love languages to crystals.

They treat my smirking lips like a mad warden,

They know that my tongue fires like a pistol.

But I let the sentences float on the surface

As long as they do not cut open the skin.

The calm in their voices still makes me nervous,

And I try my best not to let the stress win.

I nod and I listen while the speeches roar loudly,

I do not even dare to lower my spacey gaze.

If I question the words, will they all doubt me?

Will they push me away or be amazed?

-Jackie

Almost An Apology

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Pardon my glaring insecurities.

Forgive me for the words I speak

When you catch me talking in my sleep.

I beg you to pardon me,

My bad temper and jealousy.

I failed you when I crossed that sea.

Sorry for the fading romance.

I swear I just wanted a rosy chance,

But your spite killed me in a single glance.

I apologize for the lightning,

For running instead of fighting.

For convincing you I wasn’t hiding.

Pardon my teethless rage,

My seething sighs when I turn the page.

I should’ve never trapped you in that cage.

-Jackie

Rain Showers

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The early spring sparks we once held in our palms,

They are slowly dying on the old veranda.

I barter with devils, I read holy psalms,

And I hope these tears are just propaganda.

Is our love crumbling or is it our hearts?

My beloved, please do not look the truth in the eye.

Where there once was a mirror, there are only shards,

And I swear that I never told you a lie.

But the air around us tastes like broken trust.

I wish we could go back to the spring flowers.

I lost my head between red wine and lust.

Now I watch you leave through rain showers.

-Jackie