• vultures circle my tea
    & i am postponed
    from drinking from the well.

    i take my mouse in hand,
    and click it,
    feed it to the vultures

    who give me nothing
    but time.

  • Jessica Tower commented on the post, shotgun 1 year, 5 months ago

    I held a shotgun to my head
    (like everybody else)
    but instead of shooting it,
    I ate it whole.

    I slipped on wallpaper
    until my feet could no longer walk.

    I ate the shotgun and my wallpaper
    feet were satisfied.

  • Jessica Tower commented on the post, steel 1 year, 6 months ago

    Steel, like wool, I lie
    naked, a nail
    on top of a carton of eggs.
    Slowly, I sift up until I am
    nothing, everything.
    In between my toes,
    I hustle to the next one.

  • Departure.
    When we depart for Cambodia,
    I have no idea how I’m going to feel.
    Excited, yes. But will
    my medication be able
    to come along? I don’t know
    if I’m stable enough for this.
    I’m not sure if I want to go.

  • You supported me through everything in your own odd way. When I told you I was bisexual, you thought I had said gay.

  • The tracking device was imbedded in every person at the time of their birth. It was used to make sure they did everything right. Pay your taxes. Do your chores. Get good grades. One wrong move, and… zap.

  • Jessica Tower commented on the post, slip 5 years, 1 month ago

    When she slipped and fell she wasn’t embarrassed. She got up and continued walking down the aisle toward the royals. They would hate her more if she started crying and ran away. Their respect for her was low enough already without her showing such emotions.

  • we are all one
    making up the entirety of
    the universe; we’re nothing,
    we’re the same.
    she sleeps and thinks of
    fairy queens, and knows the
    tales are true.

  • the mechanism by which I write poetry
    is not my brain nor my heart
    it’s something deeper, something that’s
    not just me, but all
    everything
    the mechanism by which I write poetry
    is the universe,
    the universal oneness

  • I hate trumpets:
    the blaring sound of marching bands
    where supposedly everyone is a dork
    but at my school they were all rich
    in order to afford their stupid trumpets
    and i hated them especially during the
    freezing warm performances.

  • I used a stencil to draw
    because I couldn’t any other way
    I’m not an artist in the traditional sense.
    I can’t be one; I’ve tried.
    I write
    and that’s all I can do.

  • I remember when my old friend told me
    about the armchair she used to watch
    as a little girl,
    no older than seven,
    and she told me something
    about it. she told me the armchair,
    or maybe the rocking chair? was
    where she saw the ghosts in her house
    and they talked with her,
    sitting there
    while she listened to them
    and sometimes talked…[Read more]

  • It was unthinkable what you did to me
    when you threw that basketball and that chair
    calling me a cunt at least 10 times —
    do you know what that word does to people?
    you used items against me that are supposed to
    bring people together
    but all they did was tear us apart.

  • She sold me the bread
    like it didn’t matter to
    her at all. “I’m
    selling it,” she said.
    Selling. What does that
    mean? I am selling you
    something so that you
    can give me these coins
    so that I
    can go and get something from
    someone else who is selling.
    Selling.

  • Jessica Tower commented on the post, pupil 5 years, 2 months ago

    Ew, I hate the word pupil.
    I’m not a pupil, I’m a student a
    scholar
    a learner
    anything but pupil, I think
    I think I’m not a pupil;
    I think I’ve never been one.
    I’m not going to conform to the
    RULES OF THE CLASSROOM and
    become a pupil, unintelligent, uninformed
    I am a student
    and that is much more.

  • create your own world with
    your mind. it doesn’t have
    to flow by time. what other
    ways can you make
    it flow? i’ll show you once
    it’ll happen once
    catch it, fall with it,
    make it your own.

  • knights in shining armor
    ride along the bay.
    the day they found
    the kingdom’s king
    was not today.
    with swords up high
    and words away
    they’ll have to save him
    another day.

  • collection of spoons
    hang on the wall unused, unsure.
    what will they accomplish
    except for hanging there,
    burnt out,
    with nothing to do?

  • Jessica Tower commented on the post, pixels 5 years, 8 months ago

    pixels on my computer screen
    were enlarged and made more pretty as a
    result of my dollars
    and nothing but the hours of torture I spent
    deciding on whether or not I should be here
    kept me clicking buy

  • Jessica Tower commented on the post, wrath 5 years, 8 months ago

    wrath
    I feel it in my bones when you say
    I’ll never get a job after I graduate;
    I’m too stuck in the system
    you’re worried, but I don’t care
    at least act like you’re showing
    some support.