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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.

» Posted By Jessica Tower On 08.23.2017 @ 7:16 pm


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.

» Posted By Jessica Tower On 08.22.2017 @ 6:12 pm


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.

» Posted By Jessica Tower On 08.20.2017 @ 10:27 pm


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.

» Posted By Jessica Tower On 05.10.2014 @ 10:01 am


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

» Posted By Jessica Tower On 03.28.2014 @ 8:01 pm


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.

» Posted By Jessica Tower On 01.06.2014 @ 7:46 pm


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.

» Posted By Jessica Tower On 01.04.2014 @ 11:28 pm


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.

» Posted By Jessica Tower On 12.14.2013 @ 3:29 pm


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
the mechanism by which I write poetry
is the universe,
the universal oneness

» Posted By Jessica Tower On 12.09.2013 @ 7:41 pm


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.

» Posted By Jessica Tower On 11.30.2013 @ 9:57 pm


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.

» Posted By Jessica Tower On 11.29.2013 @ 9:59 pm


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 back
not knowing that it was scary.

» Posted By Jessica Tower On 11.28.2013 @ 6:11 pm


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.

» Posted By Jessica Tower On 11.27.2013 @ 11:25 pm


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.

» Posted By Jessica Tower On 11.24.2013 @ 9:18 pm


Ew, I hate the word pupil.
I’m not a pupil, I’m a student a
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
become a pupil, unintelligent, uninformed
I am a student
and that is much more.

» Posted By Jessica Tower On 11.22.2013 @ 7:18 pm


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.

» Posted By Jessica Tower On 11.16.2013 @ 8:23 pm


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.

» Posted By Jessica Tower On 08.13.2013 @ 3:44 pm


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

» Posted By Jessica Tower On 07.06.2013 @ 2:52 pm


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

» Posted By Jessica Tower On 06.14.2013 @ 9:18 pm


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.

» Posted By Jessica Tower On 06.14.2013 @ 12:45 am


I try to simplify things
with my words on this page.
It’s ironic though
because words aren’t simple
like letters are; they’re not
one-dimensional things;
they’re not the blank spaces
between letters.
They’re the blank spaces
in the universe,
meaningful beyond measure.

» Posted By Jessica Tower On 05.09.2013 @ 1:10 am


beware my eyes
I can’t tell you when it’ll happen,
only that it does.
And when I’m scary like that,
you should run away
because I can’t
even remember what I speak
or how I react.

» Posted By Jessica Tower On 03.20.2013 @ 10:51 pm


It pained me to see you. I couldn’t get it out of my head. You were dead; you couldn’t and shouldn’t be here. I never felt so much grief as I did when I looked in your glassy eyes, dead as the baby in the womb.

» Posted By Jessica Tower On 03.20.2013 @ 12:12 am


I am not overt, sorry.
I feel a lot and sometimes
I feel a little
bit too much
but I can’t help but
not tell you the simplest things about me.
I’m me and I suppose
that’s all you need to know.

» Posted By Jessica Tower On 03.15.2013 @ 11:32 pm


He shook my head as though it would snap back into place.
He couldn’t fix me.
Blasted by the gun, I was
nothing more than a solid lump of mass
forever circling the waves of ever after.
I didn’t know I was dead yet.

» Posted By Jessica Tower On 03.14.2013 @ 9:41 pm


Somehow it was real
Somehow the tales you told me
enveloped my brain, sent rapture
down my spine and through my toes
under the earth and to the beyond
What was beyond there?
Do your tales speak of this too?
No one alive will ever know.

» Posted By Jessica Tower On 03.11.2013 @ 4:08 pm


The terrain was rough, but we had to do it. We couldn’t stop because it was what made us us. Not just the fake kind of us, but the real us. We wouldn’t be anything if we couldn’t cross the galaxy and complete our mission. It was essential to our very essence.

» Posted By Jessica Tower On 03.10.2013 @ 3:06 am


flames piled up high in my mind
but I couldn’t seem to chase away the memory
of times forgotten when I held you close
you never strayed
you never seemed to forget to light up the life
of everyone on this forsaken planet
but then you took too long to smile

» Posted By Jessica Tower On 03.05.2013 @ 8:57 pm


tiny hands grasping free
you cannot catch hold of me
fluids rising
seizures occurring
no more bending of the arms
the little lamb
heads home

» Posted By Jessica Tower On 03.04.2013 @ 9:33 pm


that’s what I feel like right now, honestly
I’ve been crying over nothing
or at least things that shouldn’t bother me much
I’m worthless
You called me a horrible person
and I can’t disagree.

» Posted By Jessica Tower On 03.03.2013 @ 7:30 pm

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