Jacquelyn Burge Poems

If I am not stronge,
then what am I?
If I am not jealous,
then what am I?
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From the thorns on the trees,
cutting through my eyes at one glance,
Travels down,
Cutting scars under my skin,
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The lies that you have made will be your undoing
The secrets you have kept will arise
The enemies you have met will come for you
and I will watch as they destroy you from the inside
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As the birds sing in the quiet winds of the trees,
I dance around the skies
as though nothing matters.
The waters of the oceans as blue as the sunny sky,
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Ashes of the lost,
trapped in the darkness of a cave,
you will not suffer, you will be saved.
Your cremation, the cleansing of souls,
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In the night, when i sleep,
Trolls come from the tweens,
They call at midnight to evil unseen,
Attack in and out of dreams.
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I think we are all afraid of something, or everything,
We have that small fear in the back or our minds,
that escalates into paranoia if not proven wrong,
I think the most terrifying thing out there is love,
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To love is a curse and a gift,
To hate is a curse of love,
To hate love is to have loved then lost,
To love hate is to have never loved,
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Thoughts puzzled, mind jumbled, no time, not time,
never time, tick tock, tick tock,
drip drop, drip drop,
falling, falling rain, pretty,
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Beneath the burning stars,
beneath the waning moon,
when day has burned the scars,
of the flaming noon
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