EVENTS & WORKSHOPS
Old Growth Forests Of Your Soul
July 9, 2014
The Human Parasite
June 4, 2014
A Soulful Plea
June 1, 2014
April 9, 2014
The Blank Sheet
March 19, 2014
March 15, 2014
THE BLANK SHEET
Alone again, but not lonely.
On my own, nobody to hold, this is not my moment.
I wanted to know her.
I wanted to go there.
Anything to get away from nowhere.
I gave it my all.
My heart opened up to the stars.
I found a new life.
Away from a place that was always too small.
Now I’m back where I promised I’d never go,
laughing at repeats of the past.
Falling into all that I climbed so far out of.
Sinking into the boundaries I already escaped from.
My passions learned new dance moves,
I was walking on water.
My dreams were playing musical instruments,
I never stopped smiling.
My confidence took voice lessons,
I was the happiest I could be.
Now my ambition is a fallen tree.
This demon will not let go of me.
I thought I was finished.
She got the last glance.
Desperately searching for another chance.
Why does it pull at us, so we can never let go of it?
Why am I looking at the beginning of what I’ve already completed?
Where am I going?
What is this message that they want me to see?
Deception is a clever poet.
Desire is a stimulant.
Defeat is a closed trail I will not open.
Betrayal is a wicked business.
I’m hiding from life, drying my eyes,swallowed by time.
Another sleepless night, an early morning drive, any answers I can find.
This empty canvas is exacerbating.
A clean slate is all I'm asking for.
The blank sheet captivates my mind.
Are these thoughts really mine?
Jesse J. Jacoby ©2014
the blank sheet
jesse jacoby poetry
old growth forests of your soul
the human parasite
the raw cure
July 2014 (1)
June 2014 (2)
April 2014 (1)
March 2014 (2)