Jacob Wescott Poems

She writes with the orange marker on the board
I can feel the orange POP in my mouth
My eyes are burning like coals from a warm fire
I wanna rip them out,
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As I watch the life drain from Rose
I know that death is near
Its brisk presence sends chills up my body
My lungs now know what a knife feels like
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She plays with his rage
As if it were a toy
She loves to play these games
Only if she wins
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The Shaman
Inhales the smoke
The smoke tells him the future from a higher power
The higher power speaks the cure
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Pulling her hair
Is like dropping a bomb into the country air
Roadhouse Blues
This isn't news
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It watches me
It scares me, but also intrigues
I feel like it wants me to come in
But like myself, it has it's own demons
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The inside is costly,
It puts me into a daze
But I appreciate the house because it puts my mind in the right place
Inside the house I find what I need in life,
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She walks into the moonlight
He smells he gorgeous hair,
blowing through the whispers of the wind
His heart stops for a minute for only one reason
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