Thursday, December 11, 2008
Blackness Eternal (newest poem-ish... thingy)
My head is devoid of thought, to force you from my memories...
Feet ache from treading on your words...
Eyes throb from staring into yours...
I cannot flood you from my veins, I need you there... to warm my limbs
Memories remain in tact, for without them... I lose myself
Your words sting sometimes, but to be without them... is to live in blackness eternal
Staring into depths beyond grasp shows infinite behind your eyes.... infinity with you
Don't you see? Through the hurt, the pain, the depth... I need you.. I will always need you
Jesse Joy 12/12/2008
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Do you hover over the toilet in public bathrooms?
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
WTF America??? WTF????
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Assimilation
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
newest poem in a long time...
Love Dies in the Arms of itself
Little rose fallen of the stem
Dying in the mud…
Little bird left alone and cold
Dying in the sun…
Little window shattered in the hail
Pieces glitter in the dirt…
Little life crushed by words
Dying in his arms…
Suffocating sound
Piercing pain
Smothering heart beat….
Rocks tumble down
Trees crash
Windows break
Life dies
Love dies
In the arms of itself
Friday, October 17, 2008
LET'S GET SKINNY!!!!!
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Quote of the Day
You bring the meaning to it.
The meaning of life is
whatever you ascribe it to be.
Being alive is the meaning."
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Credo.. I believe
I believe in childhood, never growing old in heart and mind. Always staying young in your heart is the key to never growing old in self. Playing games and, admiring the beauty of a ladybug on your finger; the never-ending joy in life truly belongs to a child.
I believe in magic, not pixie dust and Peter Pan, but the magic in every day life. Opening the eyes to the unseen is the key to knowing real magic. The flowers blooming from the frosty ground in spring, birds singing their joy into the air the first cry of a newborn. The overwhelming sense of joy after blowing dandelion fuzz into the breeze; the eye to see magic truly belongs to the child.
I believe in faeries, the spirit in the flowers and trees, and the sparkle in the first snow. Knowing there is truth behind impossibility is the key to seeing the true faeries. Dancing in the flower garden, the sparkle of sunlight on the arm of one who knows. Seeing the impossible in its truth; to have the heart to believe the impossible truly belongs to the child.
I believe in never surrendering those beliefs. Never forgetting the heart can stay young, always wondering compels a caterpillar to become a butterfly, never underestimating the simplicity of a flower or a flame; but always seeing it for what it is. The key to never ending happiness is remembering those simple pleasures; the ability to know the impossible is always believable truly belongs to the child.