And we never talk anymore

Labels: alone, beach, lighthouse, loss, love, poetry, silent

http://chillyjilly23.deviantart.com/art/eleven-155044016

A poem I wrote.

Labels: enemies, friends, lovers, people, poetry

She's continually
slipping
away
from
me.

She floats
silently
ghost-like
in our apartment.

Her dimming eyes
rarely leaving
the bay window
as she watches
the world
Outside.

Yet,
she won't join,
preferring
to flit along
the periphery
as a mere apparition.

Occasionally,
she'll meet my gaze,
begging,
longing,
wanting
me
to
let
her
go,
to
let
her
fade
away
from
me.

Labels: alone, apparition, Damaged, death, fade, heads or tails, heartbreak, isolation, loss, love, pale, poetry, understand, wanting, wishing

She who rocks the babies
also holds the world,
shelters the future within
her arms.

Her soft humming
of lullabies
echoes those of the past
and stretches
into those of the future,
linking each and every generation,
entwining all together,
lacing together the past
and the future.

Her soft-spoken voice
echoes
in the minds of all,
ringing
in the ears
of children
and world leaders.

She's the ever-present
everlasting guardian.

She answers to
Mom,
Mother,
and Mommy.

- Hannah Jo, 2009

Labels: baby, family, life, love, lullaby, Mom, Mommy, Mother, poetry

Guerrilla Warfare

My mind’s being torn apart
Ripped to pieces
Destroyed
By you

Terrorized
By you

I’m forever traumatized
By your guerilla tactics

The battle takes place in my mind
Unseen
By your prying eyes

Screams of terror
Unheard
By your deafened ears

Confusion filling my head
Caused by the guerrilla warfare
Brought on by your cruelty

I’m fighting it off
Or trying
Kicking and screaming
Resisting you
Clinging
hopelessly
To my last shred of sanity.

Labels: battle, destroy, fight, guerrilla, poetry, sanity, terror, war, warfare, writing

I'mma just post poetry here from now on.

Do Not Touch

Rap music blaring
On the old Hyundai stereo

Speeding recklessly along
Brakes screeching
Metal crashing
Their bodies are thrown
Like rag dolls

An accidental suicide
Because they couldn’t resist
The temptation to drink
What was labeled
“Do not touch.”

Labels: alcohol, do, driving, drunk, not, poetry, resist, speeding, touch