Through my Eyes Pt1

As I look back
Back through time
A little child
Love had existed
Not love in its true form

Love’s meaning
Belt, curtain iron rod, kung fu
High heels, words, hands
Reasoning and premise
Experience of life

Seeing a cruel world
In a little place called life
Bullets thrown in the incinerator
By a little child
Hoping and praying
Mommy or daddy wouldn’t die that night

Seeing sex performed in bed
Mommy lying with not daddy
Playing detective looking for mommy
Hidings in bushes to see where mommy was at
Wondering if love was real or not

Seeing death
Brains scattered
Old women laughing
Death had become a joke
Taught at a young age

Seeing hurt and pain
Feeling hurt and pain
And invisible little child
A little child who did not grow up

Locked in a cage
Freedom is the key
The key to unlocking this child’s cage
One day I will be free
Will you be there to welcome this child who has become an adult?

By Jessie

Through My Eyes Pt2

Through My Eyes Pt2

An invisible child
An out cast in a world
She thought had been her own

Family brutal with words and actions
Pushed aside since birth
Not being taught to live
Just hanging to survive

Walking through life
Misunderstanding what life is
Rape, molestation, abuse
Had become the child’s teacher

She also taught herself
To speak
So no one would go through
What she went through.
Her heart she wears on her sleeve

Though she walked through life
Through horrific situations
She learned to love
Love a powerful tool

A child showing you her life
Through my eyes

By Jessie

A Project by Different Artists

Different artists look at different projects
Odd, broken, and misconstrued
Artists look at one project
A broken pottery
Different ideas
Different mindsets
Different pages
No clear picture of oneness
Artists put effort, compassion, and love into this pottery
Yet these artists’ effort, compassion and love are from different regions
Not from the true sense of their soul
The pottery broken is seen as something
That must be molded into what the artists
Perceive what this broken pottery needs to look like
Have the artists looked at every piece of brokenness is holds?
Looking at what lies beneath it
Looking at the true texture, color, and smoothness of this pottery
As artists look at just the exterior
Trying to mold it
The trueness of the pottery is in the cracks
The broken pottery is not the problem
Its how artists have looked at the surface
And not look at what is contained beyond the broken pottery

By Jessie

I day dream to travel in time
Time to a world of where
I had let go a world
A world surrounded by
Thoughts, sights, and imagination
Home was once in that still world
Created by my own universe
I plead for that world
No human could crush it
It was mines alone
I needed it
And it needed me
It has gone
I can't find it
Lost within the
Parallel of nill

By Jessie

A Pinch of Water To Ice

I sit in front of my window
Snow falling and in my mind
I find the words TERRIFIED, LOST, and CONFUSED
My mind is where common sense is kept and used
I know today it was supposed to rain
Sometimes, I wonder why God changes His plans
I wonder if He is trying to tell me something
About where I am in this moment of my life
I see bad and worst ahead of me
Yet, CONFUSED at people
Who are trying to get through a layer of cement
To get to a person who is TERRIFIED
Or people who will not buy what a person is pleading
This person is LOST inside of their own world and the world at large
Going up against worlds that is not of their calliber
Then I look at the snow again and why God had changed
A pinch of water into a pinch of ice
Snow had allways been to me as it covered the land
It showed Jesus without blemish, white and pure
If it were only like that for a person like me
My blemish is showing every second of every day
I sometimes wonder if I am in the right world or not
I live in a cacoon filled with being TERRIFIED, LOST, and CONFUSED
One day I want to be sitting on these words that was made to be my way of life
God, Ummm, what are you trying to tell me exactly coz I am deaf to this world I live in right now?

By Jessie

The cost of LOVE

The word for today is LOVE
The cost of LOVE is extremely high
The word LOVE can cost you everything
When LOVE hurts the price of redemption is high
I can say the price of LOVE Jesus had to pay was on the cross
The price for me as a human consist of more then anything gruesome that have ever happened
A man had beaten his wife and he decided to jump from the sixteenth floor
A child who had witnessed it stood there looking at this man's body
With his brains scattered under the stairs
Older women who came to look at the body
Laughed as if it was something funny
When I recall this memory in my mind
It reminds me of how much LOVE can cost
And the price to pay for LOVE
It will not be erased from my memory
As I look into my world
LOVE is more valuable then anything is this world
Loving people has become my world
Loving those around me and seeing more then beauty they were created
Loosing them would be the most unbearable feeling one can go through
In those days LOVE had been just air, nothing, invisible
Even adding objects as LOVE
What will it cost anyone for the word LOVE?
By Jessie

Exploring The Word Deppressed!

I ponder on the word deppressed
What a wonderful word to explore
Its magnificent ride and pleasure
The world blinded by the core of the heart
Skin is the word I use to explore deppressed
It covers the eyes of who examines the core
Worried about the skin has no affect on the core
We live in a world where we canvas the outer layer
We are distressed whether the skin will become wrinkled or cracked
Never looking at the true core of what we see
We say, we accept the whole body
We never trully say that we leave out parts of the whole body
Parts that we have allready labeled as not of its magnitude importance
I ride through this deppression and see what the world sees
Yet, in the core is where life has become unbearable
Even to witness it, as it shatters by things of this universe
Prayers has become questionable
Believing has become none existant
Spirituality has become lost in the skin
Physically has become what it is
Mentally has become what the world wants it to become
The core is just suspended in mid air
Worried is in the core
Where is the core anyways?
I guess I am in my core
And the world is at the skin
I wonder, when the core dies, were is the skin at?
Wow, what a ride to explore, the core I see of the world
I marvel if the world sees my core in all its form?

By Jessie

Poem 1

I am a character in a game
You with your game stick
You take me here and there
Battling demons with every
Move you make me perform
You start at level 1
And up atGame Over

By Jessie