By
Jessica Singleton
I don't know
who gave you
the right to play god
with other people's lives.
But now all of your lies
and
desecration
has tangled a widows quilt.
And you walk around
Repeating your victim's
pleading screams
Like you're giving
a commencement Speech
to accompany
your accomplishments.
Pathetic -
how your lies
reflect your own
sadly lit life.
And that dead end road
That you've been milking
All these years
Is finally coming to
a complete stop.
I don't deserve
to hand you anything.
And
my mind ,
words ,
money
and
sanity
is not yours
to have & hold.
--
Photo frame
By
Jessica Singleton
I had a stack of memories
in my lower dresser drawer.
I never took the time
to spend enough time
paying attention to the dust.
Now I have all these
empty picture frames
and the drawer is flipped over.
I don't have anymore film
And
My mind is a storm.
I can remember
bits and pieces
of yesterday .
Of the
Memories
That I couldn't hold onto...
Until they were spilt out on the floor.
All that empty extra space
Makes me feel alone and small.
And God is my only happy thought
And god is the only strength I have left.
Walking by the crowd
By
Jessica singleton
I notice the moon
more than I used to
when I was surrounded.
But now I'm alone.
And I noticed other things.
Like how much
I miss my family
But
How pathetic
all those passerbys are.
They are like lost birds.
They float around
looking for worms.
They share
a
breathtaking moment.
So I find myself feeling
sorry for them.
Because I know that
they will never find
a harbor or lighthouse.
I pray for people that I should hate.
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