Cory Jensen

Cory Jensen Poems

Staring into a shattered mirror,
Only dead eyes; a forbidden place.
No life nor joy. No chance or hope.
No choice but to let it go.
...

Crawling in my skin,
These wounds they will not heal.
Keeping me from light,
I want to breathe again.
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Tears are words
They have a story to tell
From a shattered heart
Who knows the story well.
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Chucked over my shoulder,
Without a look behind.
This false key of yours,
Is no longer mine.
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Placed deep in my front pocket;
Lays a sercet of unknown strength.
Written so carefully by a trembling hand;
Dotted with tears no one sees fall.
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Turn off the light
Leave me in the dark.
The place that is home
The one place that yours.
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Don't blame yourself for my mistake
For I took this on for both of us.
It was your burden to bear,
I couldnt stand the pain of you breaking down.
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Without you
The last pieces of my heart are falling through
I don't want to be alone
Everything I need was right in front of me.
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Will you be my Romeo?
And I, your Juliet?
Lets run off into the sunset
With hate at our backs.
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If I knew that you were drawing your last breath
I would be at your bedside.
Holding your hand in my hands,
Letting you know everything is all right.
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You take one step forward
Two steps back.
You can't turn around
On a one way street.
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When teardrops fall from your eyes
A piece of Heaven just died tonight.
A fallen angel lays broken
Your final blanket is wove.
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I'll miss the spring
A world full of new life
I'll be the singing birds
The rays on your skin;
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I'd spilt the heavens
Knock out the stars.
Swim across the oceans
For you, I'd go that far.
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Crushed like wet sand in the hands of a unknowing child
My heart is scattered as carelessly as rose petals on the floor.
God has yet once again, taken one more thing that matters to me.
To make us the people we are, we must take and endure these scars.
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Along the lonely way
I sit back and try to enjoy the day.
No one's looking here,
This is my road
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Away from the town of the Broken-Hearted
The city of Tattered Souls,
and off the outskirts of the Lost I stand.
Upon the restless sands of the weary
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Hold onto me,
I can't stay long.
Just came to tell you
'I love you, '
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Is it possible to die of an abandoned heart?
Tell me, is it true that you can drown in all your tears?
Can you choke on nothing but pure heartache?
Is it a crime to steal someone's heart,
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God wants you in His keeping,
No chance to say goodbye.
He wrapped you His golden arms,
You'll find out what its like to fly.
...

Cory Jensen Biography

I'm a wonderful age of 18 going on 19 this fall. and I just have to say that writing is one of my passions..i can never go without one day of thinking of new ways to write..i can't even go without watching a movie and seeing how I could write a part..or looking at someone in school..and write about them...I hope you enjoy the poems I post up...though I fear they might not be wonderful or good, but I try..most of them are what I really feel inside about things..about people, about morals, about anything that comes to mind. May seem overrated for a 18 year old girl but sometimes you have to be older so other people can get you. Complex yes, but easy to achieve on some level. Writing is my way of getting there, of making people understand the pain I bury, the fear, the hate, the anger I feel everyday. Though I smile and say I love you to my friends, it doesn't mean I'm a truly happy person. Me doing that proves that I'm a person that hides in her room at night, sobbing the wounds that will never go away. Writing is my way of escaping the real world, and seeing them with new eyes, ones that don't belong to me..but to the words that lay so deep in my soul that just need to be let loose. To be let free of everything that hangs on my heart. Writing has always been my retreat, my sanctuary of peace and quiet and somehow...hopefully it will make the world understand.)

The Best Poem Of Cory Jensen

♥ Count To Three♥

Staring into a shattered mirror,
Only dead eyes; a forbidden place.
No life nor joy. No chance or hope.
No choice but to let it go.
The glint of the metal
Smiles up at me.
Gleaming with a deadly passion
He gave out his black hand;
And whispered 'Come to me.'
I took his offer;
Oh, so greedily. Oh, so rash.
He muttered 'Close your eyes-'
'And count to three.'
One.
His hand felt hot with anticipation.
My breathing; ragged; sharp.
Two.
The cool of His lips skim my throat
He whispered sweetly 'Its time to go.'
A fire burned as His lips gazed my skin.
The shine in the face's eyes.
Let me know, they feel more alive.
They gave me a final wink,
As His lips fell from my neck.
'Three' He grinned.
As He let go of my hand.

Cory Jensen Comments

Marissa Lynn 16 November 2012

wow amazing. i really loved it

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Abhay Vignesh L 08 March 2011

Most of your poems are impressive...Keep up the good work

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amanda Teeden 20 January 2009

you are a very very talented writer i hope to bea good as you when i am your age: ^)

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