Your Eyes

Manifestations of freezing anguish
Result in realizations of agony
Not aided by friends or family

Away and disappearing from life
Unsure relief will begin
How to begin again anew?
I thought the answer was you
But now alone and cold in my icy stance
No one even gives me a second glance
Passerby's just living their life in a haze
Of unrelenting ways
I desired a life of intentions pure
No more endings of what once was true
Or how I believed in you
Your eyes beheld lust not love
The end came I cried tears of blood
Unseen by you
For you obviously don't care
And my heart was sliced up
Broken a word to weak to describe
My pain and the unrelenting emptiness
Of your loss

(c) Jessica Brooke 10/1/12

My Story

Exuding strength

From every pore

Proud of who

I have become

Unabashedly bold

Reaching out

Making a difference

Through poetry

I took a chance

To tell my story to the world

Now to fruition

My dream has come true

Not only to have my own safe home

Pets and friends

But touching hearts

Along each path not trodden

I have found a way through

A way for my soul to enter

My readers’ minds

Sprits and essence

You may find me boldly accepting

Each change in my life

Negative or positive

With grace and fortitude

For I do not disguise the real me

© Jessica Brooke 9/29/12

Imprint

Echoing in the distance
Is your voice ever so far
Never to be heard again
I feel an aching loss
A pain difficult to explain
You left this earth
Yet with me you remain
A reminder of you is
Forever imprinted upon my heart
I feel such aching when I
Am reminded of your love
Your gentle touch
Your kind soul
Soon will be your birthday
Difficult but I must say
I can feel you with me
Each passing day

9/15/12 RIP Brian Skala

Future

I see a shining light approach
the future bright and clear
I see myself standing there
Smiling freely with self esteem
So close to get there
So far to travel alone
Yet a journey I must travel
By myself with no aid
But my wits and character
As the second hand ticks
I realize that just for this second
I am at peace and loving life
This is the best place to be


 © Jessica Brooke 9/14/12

Melody of the Night

Reveling in the moon's natural beauty

The glow surrounding the nearby trees
As I contemplate the wonder of nature
I breathe in the crisp night air
Relaxing in the rapture of the evening

A melody begins to play within

A song pure and true

I begin to meld in the ecstasy of the night

As the tune progresses soothing my spirit

I am one with the trees and the grass

Utterly and completely at peace

Jessica Brooke 9/14/12 
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Patience

Breaking down my resolve
Are characters
Playing a game in my head
I realize the first step
Is knowing they are not real
but the struggle is to
Survive with the
Visitors from my psyche
And to realize
Inside I am still the
Same kind, beautiful
Woman I always have been
Underway is a transformation
From darkness to the sunlight
Patience I need to learn to have
For the fight is ongoing
However watch out voices
I am strong


© Jessica Brooke 9/3/12

Demons

Dare to enter my mind's realm
Drawing you in
You spin like a centrifuge
A cacophony of voices
Not meant for you to hear
Assault you in inconceivable ways

I used to feel empathy for others
My friends who heard voices
Thinking about how terrible it would be
Well this haunting tone deep within
Also without is not a pleasing song today

Banish the feelings bestowed on me
When I hear these unreal sounds
Ones no one else can hear
Which makes me "crazy"
Well I dare you to spend
A day in my head since last year
A year where I have been tortured
By doctors as well as demons

Demons they called themselves at first
I never really believed too much in hell
Until I found hell in my own head


© Jessica Brooke 9/2/12

Trapped

Trapped in the
Only safe place
I know
My mind
Yet it has been
Taken over
By what seems like
Evil spirits and the
Pitch black forest
Where the voices reside
Is in a safe haven
Where once was silence
Where once was inspiration
Where is safe anymore?
If I am cursed to be
Taken over by a force
Stronger than my faith



 © Jessica Brooke 9/3/12

Torment

Feeling stripped of hope
I am writhing under an oppressive
Feeling of duality
Between the real and surreal
I do not know which road to walk
Both are overgrown
I must scythe through one at least
To get out of this hell
The easy path was long ago
Now I suffer torment from
An unseen force
Not real yet seeming so
So as the logical mind reminds
The illogical soul
That not only am I safe and secure
But I for one am definitely not alone
Not alone in my illness
But alone in the feeling that
No one understands


© Jessica Brooke 9/2/12