Jessi-jean

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...Her Eyes... by Jessi-jean, literature

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...Her Eyes...

A tear falls… She had the saddest eyes I'd ever seen, A look of pain, A cry of rage, No, she was much too young Do I want to hear it? How cruel our world is. Ten little Indians, Spill the blood. The way she used to look, The way she used to laugh, Ten little Indians, Standing in a row. She's not the girl she used to be, A tear falls, A confused world. The saddest eyes I'd ever seen…

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Like a Lifeless Flower by Jessi-jean, literature

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Like a Lifeless Flower

I cry out, but no one’s listening, I’m lost, but no one’s searching, Confused and disorientated, Unsure of where to turn. Trampled underfoot, A wilted, lifeless flower, I reach out to you, But you’re oblivious to my silent suffering. The world keeps on moving, But I am at a standstill, You’ve left me behind. Unaware of what you’re doing, Unaware of how I feel, You think life is as it always was, But you’re wrong, so wrong.

The Real Me by Jessi-jean, literature

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The Real Me

I think back to those I once had, The people I once knew, I was there for them, But I never got a second glance. And I begin to wondr, Are my friends really there for me? Do they honestly care? Do they even want me here? I struggle with my thoughts, They are my daily troubles, I try to be everyones friend, But I feel as if they do not want me. I live in fear of annoying people My insecurity controls me, But my good mood is always there, It's there to hide my insecurity, My lack of confidence. I begin to wonder if you see right through me, If you see the way I really am, It seems so obvious to me, So surely you must? But

The way it used to be... by Jessi-jean, literature

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The way it used to be...

It's not the same anymore. We used to be great friends. No, more like sisters. They called us inseparable, we did everything together. Wherever you went, I went, and vice versa. We always sat together, we always saved each other a seat. We liked the same things, we said the same things. It wasn't deliberate, it was just the way it was, and we were happy. The other girls would gossip and worry about boys, but we didn't see the point. We were happy with the way things were. We'd share our deepest, darkest secrets with each other, there was that sense of trust. We'd sneak away to our hide out behind the school shed. If a teacher was near we'd qu

Secrets by Jessi-jean, literature

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Secrets

Whisper, whisper, softly spoken, Secrets in the classroom. She said, He did, Did you see that new kid? Secrets in the playground, Spreading like wildfire, She likes HIM? Who's really slim? Who's on detention? (or the centre of attention!) Secrets on the school bus, Spreading up the aisle, Shh, she heard us, Shh, he's looking, Did you see him smile? Secrets at the shopping mall, The girls shop around, Spying and buying, Clothes are flying, Mothers and brothers frown. With all this happening, Girls are chattering, Secrets spread around, Whisper, whisper, softly spoken, Secrets do abound!

What's the Difference? by Jessi-jean, literature

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What's the Difference?

You said it would be different, And i believed you. You made all those promises, And I dared to trust you. But you shattered that belief, You threw away that trust. You said it would be different, But you werent any different. The promises, The lies, You were so cunning, You betrayed me. Look at me, Cant you see you were wrong? Am I not worth that extra minute? That second glance or extra breath? You disappeared, You used me, I thought I was worth more, It was going to be different, remember? I leave now with my trust shattered, Pieces piercing my heart, Bleeding relentlessly, I ache for a purpose, And my lesson has n

My Friend Caveman by Jessi-jean, literature

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My Friend Caveman

I have a friend called Kate man, She acts like a caveman. But caveman is my friend, And she is super good at art. She has a snazzy white Corona, And soon will have her Ps. She doesn't like maths, But she doesn't mind English. She is a cheeseburger, Because she works at Maccas. She wears a mood ring, And at the moment it is greeny-blue, Which means she is happy, And depressed, Which is really quite confusing. And she has an argyle phone sock, That her moody 'friend' (who needs a mood ring), Gave to her. He wore her mood ring, And it was red, Which meant he loves Kate. And this poem was going to be short, Just like Kate,

Inspirations by Jessi-jean, literature

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Inspirations

Some call you the opposition, But I barely know you. We both do the same thing, So lets be friends. You always have more customers, So now we dont look. But we are having a 50% off sale (you only have 20% off), So everyone is at our place. People come with trailers, And it's really quite chaotic. But I love it, 'Cuz using the till is FUN! We are closing, So it will be just you. But everyone will have their plants, Because of our awesome sale. I think we are friendlier, And we wear purple shirts. We have awesome fake smiles, And remember your name if you come in enough. You really dont inspire me, As your name suggests.

My Friend Mel... by Jessi-jean, literature

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My Friend Mel...

I have a friend called Mel, She doesn't really smell. She's super duper at lots of stuff, And when it comes to beating her, It's really tough. I'm not good at rhyming, So I'm gonna stop. My friend Mel is super duper, And she makes me laugh, Which is a good thing, And I don't think anyone could possibly dislike her, Because that would be really weird, And pointless, Because there would be no reason for it. So if you are really silly, And make up lies, You might make up a lie that Mel is mean, But that would be a lie, Because she's not. I like my friend Mel.

...The Child... by Jessi-jean, literature

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...The Child...

I am nothing but "the child" That's all you think. Unworthy of attention, Unworthy of you. Just a thing you do not want. Why can't you see it? Why cant you realise you were wrong? I'm more than just "the child," I have a life, I have goals, And you are one of them. Why do you run? Why not give me a chance? Why run when I had no say? I didn't understand then, I still don't. You're my impossible goal, I'm your unwanted burden, I am your hidden one. Hide me, Shut me out. But that won't change anything, It won't make either of us forget. I'm more than just the child, Why do you run?

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Jackblade... by PrettyBoy326, literature

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Jackblade...

The king sits in his throne As a joker comes through the door a thriller recital of tragedy and pain will be played out on this floor. Here's the king laughing and the joker kneeling low, a jackblade in the rafters is about to steal the show. Where are you now? Your gonna miss it The shows about to start… Can you see him? he's a shadow, a very deadly song. Tonight's performance, really, wont be taking very long! The ending came fast And the jackblade could now flee But there was no knife in the kings back Just the blood now in his tea. Where have you been! You've missed it The shows already done… Can you see him? h

To Tell a Secret by zoeytalks, literature

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To Tell a Secret

Purity; At least she has that Fearful That she can only hide in shallow emotions An overcoming sensation coursing through her body; Who is she becoming? Her fingers are trembling, The chest is rising and falling rapidly, To the point of desperation, May the air cause light-headedness But not death, Just fear. The eyes; A strange appearance, For they glaze, The tears refuse to spill, That magical flower just died in her clasp; Surely, this is some form of symbolism of her life? She yearns to spill it all out, To open the gates, Let the torrent of words explode, A years worth of austere words, Hidden secrets kept; For on

Fara Una Promessa by zoeytalks, literature

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Fara Una Promessa

Today a promise is fervently made; Tentatively throwing everything away A devotion, she will now be restricted to You. Everything for You No more little clues underneath car seat covers, No more blues mournfully written to 'lovers', This heart is all Yours. Wiser men have made the same decision, I only want to fall in love with You. No more tormented tears, No more smothering fears. A blessing with traditional downfalls, But we needn't fear, For the sky is still twinkling, I am slowly discovering. No more desolation, No more imitations This time I will vow I do .

Desires of Pure Joy Take Two by zoeytalks, literature

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Desires of Pure Joy Take Two

As I pace down the hallways As I fearfully scramble to assure every moment I listen and I become. You told me to 'love my trials' That I could 'rise above it all' Look at your foolish child and they see Yes, she does fall short. I promised that I would Thus I did not I doubted Your love Yet You still gave me all. Now I thankyou for my sorrows (too late) Now I send all my smiles (far gone) Now I ask for more trials to be set against me (but I will only fall short once more)

Made it, Ma by kristenjoy, literature

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Made it, Ma

"We are complex creatures," A thousand worlds and lifetimes away, I'd stake my worlds and lifetimes on it. The words of a character that plans weddings for the wrong people, Falls in love with million-watt smiles And breaks her ankle on the merry-go-round. "Prepare for take off." Shall we trust the all of these false philosophies, Or create just one more of our own? Drugged-out brat-boys compete with their space songs, All seem content on building rockets in the yard Why, you are frivolous things Slow down, addiction is drawn to young skin: Stay like this, And you may not find someone to grow old wi

Amazing Grace - My Best Friend by zoeytalks, literature

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Amazing Grace - My Best Friend

My heart isn't ripped anymore; My best friend had a sewing kit. My worst fears never came true; My best friend turned on the light switch. I could quote 'I was lost - but now I'm found', 'I was blind - but now I see'. But I like my own words better. He hurt me - but my best friend fixed it. I fell down - but my best friend bandaged my knee. These words tell my story; A story which only my best friend and I know. My best friend and I are best friends, He loves me and I love Him; He saves me -but I let Him drown.

Reality In Philosophy by zoeytalks, literature

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Reality In Philosophy

Do we not all play secret games with each other's minds? Do we not try to over analyse the breath that another breathes? Do we not laugh at other's misfortune? Love has existed since the first dawn; Yet mere men do not know what it is. Champagne is like a disappointment; Cause it sounds like chocolate. Friendship is more then a smile and hug; It is more then laughing at another's characteristics. It is more than some can contemplate. The theology behind life is beyond a human mind; No single person can write such knowledge, nor know it. Yet Someone did… Someone more than me. People may bruise easily; No one can make it alright.

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Railyards no.4 by Jessi-jean, visual art

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About Jessi-jean

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Australia
Deviant for 18 years
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Current Residence: Tassie
Favourite genre of music: Any genre...as long as it isnt rubbishy nothingness
Personal Quote: And may all your chooks turn into emu's and lay a dozen eggs a day...

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Music makes me smile...no particular band

Favourite Writers

Zoey Donnellan AND George Grey!!

Tools of the Trade

A pen and paper, sometimes a camera...a cheapo camera

Other Interests

Life...I love life.

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sakuras-wish

May 29, 2008

nice stuff jess, getting better at this phenomenon called photography, you are.

Hyperpatrobalism

Nov 10, 2006

Howdy from Texas...

Awesome work... I set you as a friend just to chack back in on you from time to time!

Just awesome!

T

Jessi-jean

Nov 21, 2006

Hey thanks heaps!
I just looked back at all the pics submitted and am disappointed at how flat and dull they look when compared to the printed versions on photo paper! I want to start submitting more regularly....
Thanks for adding me!

~ Jess ~

AMissGuidedStar

Aug 14, 2006

thankyou for the fav!

AMissGuidedStar

Aug 3, 2006

Thankyou for the fav!!

PrettyBoy326

Jul 12, 2006

hey jess.....just thought i would say hi how are you.....wish you had been reading my work lately i love your comments...they make me smile.....hmmm so what else is new? anthing arisen in the life of a bavarian cream filled dougnut? no....oh ok then......miss you hope your having a crack-a-lacking time! loveth miketh

Jessi-jean

Jul 19, 2006

george! well, that little notey messagey thing has inspired me...not in the 'write cool poems, make cool art' way, but in the 'read george's poems and writing and look at pictures and leave lots of comments' way. So that is what I am actually off to do. Not much has arisen in the life of a bavarian cream doughnut, however, your asking made me laugh. like this - 'lol.' anyway, im off to do some reading (woot, last day of school for a week - melbourne!!) Miss ya mik! Have a goodun...

- Love me...Jess -