A mysterious path crossed over
mystic plains.
My bible engraved
Stone scriptures and beautiful
lines of innocence.
We escaped time here in this
place.
My world
You would love it if you stayed
long enough for it to sink in.
Your skin
Dance for endless hours on
eclipsing fantasies born from
words and lines in books.
But you wouldn't know anything
about that.
Would you?
.
I tied my arms behind my back
and bent through the waves of
my psyche.
Floating like a feather in the air.
Touched your hair
Never in the world have you
known such a place.
I hold the broken clock between
clenched teeth, and rainbow smiles.
You never knew what I could do.
What magic I possessed.
Deep inside of this everlasting
dream.
There is no awakening.
.
Life is like a toaster
Sometimes we burn
Crispy thin outlines of
ourselves.
Nothing more
But you never believed in
anything but yourself.
Trying to pry your eyes open
to see the blue of my world.
Your flaws we're erased and
I knew nothing but greatness.
.
We here
In this time
Fallen
Like Shadows
Whispering
About the Creator
Jessica Green
My name is Jessica Christal Green.
I first started writing poems when I was just a young girl.
I always wanted to explore the world, and why we do the things we do through words.
Stories sustained me.
Now I begin sharing mine with the world.
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