Jennisea Standing Rock

Joined June 2020

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I started writing because it was a good outlet for a lot of reasons. But I love writing. I love having others read my work. I love hearing feedback. Someday, I want to turn my work into a book.

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In Silence
Can I tell you a secret? I hate myself. I hate how I smile, Brushing off verbal lashings. I hate how I am ready
By Jennisea Standing Rock7 months ago in Poets
Blue star
I was on fire, Full of desire. Spinning round, Round, Round, round, Burning like a blue star.
By Jennisea Standing Rock7 months ago in Poets
Mother's Day poem take two
Dear mother, In the first light, at my first cry, You held me to your breast, your heartbeat my lullaby. You held me tight, held me dear,
By Jennisea Standing Rock9 months ago in Poets
Filling in the cracks
Spent all of my life, Wondering why? Why can’t I find that missing piece inside Like a fracture was remodeled wrong,
By Jennisea Standing Rock10 months ago in Poets
Weeping skies
I watched the rain wash away yesterday, The drops of water, no different than tears. Cool to the touch, Freezing and sharp.
By Jennisea Standing Rock10 months ago in Poets
Little bird
Sing me a song, my little caged bird. Sing me tunes of flying in the blue sky. Warble out a song for me, Little caged bird.
By Jennisea Standing Rock12 months ago in Poets
Non bene
I'm not okay, The voices in my head are slinging slurs. Curses and shame, They seem to be the dreadful symphony. I'm not okay.
By Jennisea Standing Rockabout a year ago in Poets
Little dragon
With hair softer than fresh cornsilk, And a smile bright as a star, My little dragon Your heartbeat is my repertoire.
By Jennisea Standing Rockabout a year ago in Poets
A web of lies
Your deceitful eyes imprison me. Uncaring soul, Too vile to be. Your honeyed words, like dripping venom. Deceptive tongue,
By Jennisea Standing Rockabout a year ago in Poets
a visit via dream
Walking into my family's trailer, I smiled as I counted all my brothers; laughing, wrestling, drinking soda and beer and just enjoying each other’s company. My nieces were all spread out in the room, watching the window as it snowed large dry flakes. With how it stuck to the ledge, they were grinning as we were getting ready to be snowed in. Despite the cold outside, inside the trailer was warm. Bobbing and weaving through all the cheerful people, I found my spot to rest.
By Jennisea Standing Rockabout a year ago in Fiction
Only Human.
I am not a perfect being. I have scars, I have wrinkles. I have dips in my thighs, Stars in my eyes. My stomach is pouched,
By Jennisea Standing Rockabout a year ago in Poets
Just a sinner
I’m not making it to Heaven, Those golden gates don’t want me. I’m too much of a no-good sinner, And baby, that is just fine by me.
By Jennisea Standing Rockabout a year ago in Poets

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In Silence

Blue star

Mother's Day poem take two

Filling in the cracks

Weeping skies

Little bird

Non bene

Little dragon

A web of lies

a visit via dream

Only Human.

Just a sinner

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