Stale
And sitting on the table
No owner to whisk it away
It became lost and unwanted
Once again alone
Becoming cold
Up, down
Hot, cold
Less and less malleable
Each time, less and less
To receive from
Stale, soon to be thrown
Away
Author Archives: Jesswithpoems
I Awake
I awake
The silence ensures the dreams
Stay permanent
I see you
Your friends
They speak to me
But not you
Must be the message
I can’t seem to let it go
Even in dreams
Regret and Aspiration
Find the scars
More telling than birthmarks
There are stories
Lost to the past
Wait in the balance
Of life between
Regret and aspiration
And Stay
Line them up in a row
On a table
And count
Smile
Sigh
Now add one more
And this time
Leave your hand on the table
And stay
The Words
Can’t find the words to say
Need the words to say
Must find the words to say
Waiting for the
Silence
Will only find the emptiness
Lost in the void
And the words
They must have gotten
Lost there
Or maybe you have them
Paper Moments & Broken Lines 