I am the sound of snow falling.

I am the warmth in your soul

When you hold a hand.

I am the music of the night.

I am the kiss on your mind

When you finally understand.

I am the whispering wind.

I am the light in your eyes

When you gaze at the stars.

I am the beat of your heart.

I am the lump in your throat

When you have to go.

I am your beginning and end.

Forever and always,

I am your friend.

Melancholy introspection

Extends to me

A real reflection

Ebbing from my mind's eye

Calm serenity greets

My weary thoughts

Like ocean waves

Crashing upon a foreign soil

And I close my eyes

To feel hypnotized

By such a removal

Of myself

Not a care given out

To my problems, hopes and wishes

But a vibe existential -

A moment monumental

To recovering

Who and to whom

I am

You won't find tears

In my eyes anymore

For the sun has dried up

The wetness of sorrow

You won't be able

To read my mind

Because I've closed the door

So you couldn't peek on my soul

Instead......

You'll see me smiling

Though I'm battling with my own emotion

Because all the shit you put me through

Made me stronger than before

And you'll see me growing

Through every rough storm

For I've learned to stand alone

Within the painful absence of yours

-Jessa

Borrow sorrow, neat flat salamander,

toad soup in tears on a writers blocking,

green powder for the accidental flier,

and demon flirt for cowardice.

Black Aces and red kings,

and all of the purple beings,

in shout for me,

and for every sister soul looking for redemption.

Sneaky spiders and weblings,

and all of the worms,

silk my hands,

so I can write my future,

in a past that was written itself.

Scales, skins and scalps,

and any other animated mask,

don't cover the laughter,

so joy can flow in rivers,

and rivers flow in happy tears.

Eyes of an oracle, every prophet's finger,

and the primitive sages tail,

embody the alliance,

of those bodies hanging in trees,

their ropes made by their words,

and their words were made of destruction.

Don't forget the salt we're,

and the glass of our eyes,

every future soil painted violet,

every future skies tainted by the caress of pink clouds.

Faceless being, nameless be and continue,

but carry the pain away,

and don't hide it under my bed.

Selfless horse, carry on.

Headless scorpion, bury the past as past and don't paint it present.

Or I will fall again.

The Blame

Often.....

I sought for the truth

And I drowned

All over again

In the pool of confusion

I always knew

The answer

Which laid inside my heart

But I refused

To believe the fact

So I chose

To live in denial

I gave reasons

To every mistakes I did

I looked for someone

Just to put the blame on

When all this time

Nobody hurt me

It's always me

Harming myself

With my own philosophy

-Jessa

I bury my heart

Deep in the sand of guilt

For I let myself

Being deceived with lies

All over again

Mourning over

My own death

There's no flowers

On my grave

For I choose

To be forgotten

Entombed

With regrets and stupidity

There's no name

Written on the tombstone

I am the forsaken child

Cursed forever

Till the end

-Jessa