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All poetry here is written by me and may not be copied and/or reproduced without permission. If you would like to use this material, you can email me and ask nicely for permission.


Imagination

The beating drums around me.
    The dance is magical.
    My soul laughs.
    My eyes cry.
    My heart beats faster.
    My head hurts.
    Aches.
The beating drums around me.
    I dance around.
    Blood pours through my veins.
    My feet move so fast.
    My legs burn with pain.
    The excitement builds up.
    And up and up.
The beating drums around me.
    My body begs for the dance.
    My heart pounds to stop.
    My mind breathes the night.
    The fire crackles.
    The flames rise.
    And give way to the stars.
The beating drums around me.
    My feet stop.
    The music halts.
    I open my eyes,
    I see nothing.
    I am alone.
    I have not moved, but my soul is free.
(written by Jessica Huffman 9-7-98)


My Gift

I am watching you
  Right now.
I am hearing your voice
  At this moment.
I am feeling your happiness
  Throughout me.
Your excitement and joy
  Are always appreciated.
Your creativity and sincerity
  Never go unnoticed.
The simplest things you do
  Make even a sad person smile.
You can make a mad person laugh
  And a callous person cry.
The tears that man shed
  Mark a pleasure only you can bring.
You light up so many with your enthusiasm
  If only for a slit second.
But most of all
  What you give to me
What you share with me
  Can never be written on paper.
That feeling can never be explained
  For emotions are not understood spoken.
(written by Jessica Huffman early 1999)


Battle with the Storm

The rain falls
And it hits the ground.
She wakes up to the
Soothing, familiar sound.

She enjoys the rain.
It becomes her friend.
It become the routine
At each days end.

But it never does
Rain for too long.
The comfort that existed
Quickly turns wrong.

The storm follows
Conflict reigns
The sky opens up
It won’t be contained.

Pleasure is not first.
Lightening brings a chill.
Thunder crashes around
The bliss that was falls ill.

The fury causes fear
Can’t be left alone.
She sits buy the window
Expelling her heart in the cyclone.

Through the pain
She sees a light.
Because she loves the rain,
It is natural to fight.

She will struggle hard
To get what she needs
The rain is her passion
And she will not concede.

Finally, after a rigorous battle
The storm is denied.
The pain returns
To be by her side.

She is at home now
Once again at peace.
Drinking the rain
The storm has ceased.

The rain is her lover
To him, she is bound.
She refuses to let this one get away
She returns to his familiar sound.
(written by Jessica Huffman 10-25-98)


38 minutes

its an unusual thing, living next to the train tacks
    you come to depend on it somehow.
the rattling of the house
    the shattering of the dishes.
when you hear the crash on the floor
    it pierces your brain.
when you have to run to catch the glasses every 38 minutes
    it punctures your heart.
it is a sense of disorder, disrupt
    and it reminds you of every bad things in your life.
it amplifies the fear of living
    and it magnifies the aching in your soul.
it seems to scream out your pain
    and thrust it in your face every 38 minutes.
but what would you be without the crashing and shattering,
    without the pain and the suffering.
you would be happy.
    but you would still have to live with that dismal train.
prying open your wound
    and laughing at you constantly.
so you have to deal with the agony of the train
    reminding you that your heart is broken
that your body is in anguish
    and your soul has been ripped out but the very person
you thought you could trust.
    you have to comfort of knowing that it will haunt you every 38 minutes.
(written by Jessica Huffman 2-28-99)


No One

She looks behind her, but sees no one.
  He feels the kill.
She senses his presences, but her eyes see no one.
    He smells the blood.
She runs, not sure of what, maybe no one.
    He moves in closer.
She feels his arm around her, no, feels no one.
    He looks back to be sure they’re alone.
She reaches out, but yet, feels no one.
    He enjoys the hunt.
She sees him, smells him, but hears no one.
    He grabs her-
      she screams.
    He jumps on top of her-
      she is screams.
    He wrestles her to the floor-
      she is silent.
    He rips her clothes off.
      she is quiet, wishing for the end.
He rapes her, enjoying the panic.
  She is still waiting.
He beats her, repeatedly.
  She screams one last time.
And he vanished after his kill.
She is now looking toward the next life
While he boasts in his victory,
Enjoying his conquest.
He repeatedly stabs her dead body
And leaves her alone, with no one.
(written by Jessica Huffman 98-99?)


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