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Jennifer Rothgordt Poems
Stuck between chance and circumstance, in a hell of my own making. Can you see into my eyes, beyond the smile I'm faking. Shrouded by the darkness and all that I hold dear, I have come to realize I'm paralyzed by fear.
Sleep, my friend
Live Every Minute!
Live every minute, Make sure your heart is in it. Push yourself, Cross the line.
One wonders what the world would do, If each word spoken, from this point were true. If every expression of emotion or reason, real! How would this make mankind feel?
Wondering, wandering and withering, hanging on to a short weak string. Acceptance, with quiet defiance.
Aura of Moon
That amber glow, which, I have come to know Will forever, draw me to her. Clear blue eyes, Like open skies, The azure blues, the midnight hues,
She Will Be Free
A sullen stone, with its haughty tone, sits across her path. I can't be sure what she could have done, to incur its wrath. She checked her stance, she stood her ground. Her eyes were fire, when she turned around.
Amidst the Mist
City streets and lanterns mired in the mist. Where old couples and young lovers have often stopped to kiss. the lamp outside the Barber shop casts an eerie twisted light. Pale colors adorn the buildings face, long into the night.
As She Hung Her Head
But I love him with all my heart, she said. As she kneaded the dough to make his bread. When he walked in the door at the end of the day. The oven light is on is all he'd say.
All Mighty Sky
I look to you all mighty sky, As I will each day, until I die. Your vast amazing beauty, for all of us to see. As your darkness falls, it envelops me.
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Stuck between chance and circumstance, in a hell of my own making.
Can you see into my eyes, beyond the smile I'm faking.
Shrouded by the darkness and all that I hold dear,
I have come to realize I'm paralyzed by fear.
I really wish I was as strong as everyone believes.
Instead, I feel I'm falling like the Autumn leaves.
I've tried to see a new path for my life to travel.
But I get stuck on the first step and watch it all unravel.
I feel that I'm being selfish, in this big wide world of pain.
And I often wonder, if my heart, will ever feel again.
I look ...