MY POEMS #10 'On a bad day'

'On a Bad Day'
By Jesse Young (2012)

Exhale a sigh, roll of the eye, this again, wonder why?
Familiar groove, take the same move, tell me, what does this prove?
Positions locked, preempt & mock, the other; knock.
Battles so old, too often retold, play out & unfold.
You're never heard, your view; absurd, there's no point.
Why won't I listen, 'I can make it my mission' forget it.
Much like before, slam of the door, I know what's in store.
Tactics employ, to hurt & destroy, you annoy; sometimes.
Simple excuse, to mask plain abuse, I tie my own noose.
Maturity? When...don't depend - on me, as a friend even.
Push it too far, love soon to mar, and the stars; fade slowly.
Your eyes hit mine, once so sublime, borrowed time; all I find.
Thinly veiled, love's stale'd, resentment, tedium.
Where is the fun? Has its course run? Too long; devoid of sun.
Inertia prevents, sudden events, agony; dying love.
Simply just fear, so keep you near? Or love's yet here..where steer?
Do I stay still, day fill; it with you, for reasons few?
Dark is the hue, my entire view, this feeling not new...Maybe it's true?
Poem's a chore, all like before, nothing grows, too damn sore.
Too lazy to write, poetical flights, bulk of my might; to this plight.
Too bare to care, barely aware - take a chair; sit & stare.
I am tired, nigh expired, never fired; never wired.
Dull dull dull dull, null null null null,Cull cull cull cull, consciousness end.

MY POEMS #9 'Side Buy Side'

Side Buy Side
By Jesse Young (2012)

A wicked artifice,                     A wicked artist,
Rote stories,                           Wrote stories,
For sales,                                Four sails,
They blew.                              They blew.
Now read,                               Now reed,
Then see,                                Then sea,
No awe,                                  No oar,
Just sales.                               Just sails.
Ideas new,                              Ideas knew,
Owe they; many.                    Oh! they; many.
Steals them,                            Steels them,
Forever sells.                           Forever cells.
No one,                                   No one,
Discovers,                               Discovers,
Fines them.                              Finds them.
Which is,                                 Witch is,
The worst?                              The worst.
Weed like,                               We'd like,
To know.                                 To know.

MY POEMS #8 'Depressed'

Depressed
By Jesse Young (2012)

I am depressed, it hits - unadorned fact.
So what to do? To rouse my mind unwilling?
Give in or fight? Join a suicide pact?
Convince myself that life can be fulfilling?
The role of choice and will in this I ponder,
How much control do I possess? I wonder.
Lacking the tools, can I go on lying?
If the illness is worse than I can cope..
Thoughts now creeping - am I nigh on dying?
Not quite ready to abandon hope.
What of memories dear, dampened, lost?
Depression may exact a heavy cost.
A life less lived, diminished, a farce.
Stuck in the shadow of my own potential.
Am so far gone, how did this come to pass?
Medical intervention essential.
No help at hand to push me through that door,
Depression left again my heart to gnaw.

MY POEMS #7 'Untitled'

'Untitled'
By Jesse Young (2012)

A penny for my thoughts,
Please take my coins, two cents,
Of dime is time but naught,
To those more sense than pence.
Money may make us spin,
And be evil at root,
Let me now though chip in,
To tell the point is moot.
Seek love justice and truth,
In here to find life's proof,
Do that at all cost,
Or else your wealth is lost.

MY POEMS #6 'L'amour'

L'amour
By Jesse Young (2012)

As if a gilded spire,
My spirits raised to view,
Your love doth inspire,
All vigor to return anew.
My woe to have me shed,
I stand upright once more,
Unburden'd o' all dread,
I cry out, 'l'amour l'amour l'amour!'

MY POEMS #5 'A Forest/Dusk and Her Embrace'

A Forest/Dusk and Her Embrace
By Jesse Young (2006-2007)

Draped in an allure,
T'was thick as to obscure,
Entrap and beguile its prey.
She the lowly maiden fair,
For whom many hearts despair,
Neither her look nor her gaze,
Whispered mischievous intent.
Playfully naive minx,
Though illustriously aware,
Many men claimed to have saw,
For time immemorial,
She frolicked the woods of yore,
Nubile forest nymph
Possessive of remarkable flair,
But lo! To catch her eyes,
She'd tear you to the brink,
With her disconcerting incise.
In a rare and fleeting moment of surprise,
Bearly a glimpse would suffice,
Decreed to a life sentence.
Inclined to chase this maiden fair,
Far through all woods of yesteryear,
Chasing a blank forgery of a heart,
Long since faded, eroded-imitation,
All but lost,
To the winding passage of time.

SUDDEN FICTION #1 'The Jester, The Joke'

 'The Jester, The Joke'
By Jesse Young (Circa 2006)

Grouchy flies dance ceaselessly.
I see their darting bodies, they do not buzz.
I lie outstretched in a pool - thick foamy substance, floating.
Eyes sunk far back into their sockets.
I squander my time, listlessly, needy, hoping.
Palatable - worry pierces my hardened exterior,
My eyelids flicker tentatively.
Straining, a murky outline,
A marble dais rises above the center of the pool.
A jester takes the stage,
Frolics in an unnerving pantomime,
Transfixed by his deft movements,
I lose myself.
The jester points, into the cold distance, far away.
His cap's bells jingle silently.
I turn, but the darkness that greets me, haunts me.
He urges my attention outward into the nothingness,
I balk, unwilling to explore further.
“Who’s the fool?” his lips jerk, mouthing noiselessly.
Yet I hear his words drift down to me, I know he is right, compounding my ire.
I shut him out, merge with the pool.
I lie outstretched in a pool thick foamy substance, floating
Eyes sunk far back into their sockets
I squander my time, listlessly, gloomily, expiring.
Groping at indefinite ideas,
Please, a vestige of coherence.
Hands feeling, searchingly appealing,
The jester’s face is caked in slime,
The countenance his, for though I no longer see,
The slanted, crooked smile meets my fingers,
The darkness is absolute.

MY POEMS #4 'Separation'

Separation
By Jesse Young (date unknown)

Of circumstance,
distance gained.
A vast expanse,
thus maintained.
Between us just,
proximity taken.
Unseen suffer must,
as if forsaken.
But mere space,
it could never,
be the case,
our love to sever.
So peace find,
happiness; not preclude.
I'll pay in kind,
reunited; love's renewed.

MY POEMS #3 - 'Simple Love Rhyme'

Simple Love Rhyme
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(The pretty indispensable curious alluring atypical novel puzzling illusory extraneous paroxysm-inducing preoccupation of a creature.)
By Jesse Young (2007)

Apple of my eye,
Dissolve the floodgates of my heart.
Diamond of my sky,
It’s through you; I channel my art.
Soother of my soul,
Coddle me with kisses.
I am your devoted foal,
Even if it’s hit and misses.
Our passions spent,
On a heart shaped box,
Sweetly content,
In mismatched socks.
I offered a pair of mittens,
In snappy winter snow,
You gave me three kittens,
So this of you I know...
Throughout the beating squall,
That tempest we cower to see,
You’ve possession of me whole,
Assuage all strife that burdens me.
Carve our names into a tree,
An august picnic under the willow,
It’s love that rends us free,
Your face buried in my pillow.

MY POEMS #2 - 'Terror Tales'

Terror Tales
By Jesse Young (2010)

In lore that bore,
Upon its breast,
Black-winged creatures,
Atop skeletal nest,
Fixation grew,
As to ensue,
A deepening loss.
As thoughts withdrew,
Far, the influence, reality's sway.
A mind unhinged.
Until, words tortured, lead the way.
Sanity soon impinged.
Screamed was madness from the pages.
Byzantine labyrinths evoked,
Terrors yet unknown to these ages,
Cyclopean ruins bespoke.
And above - sat their eyes,
Eagerly to gleam,
Framed in twisted skies,
On the one below,
Bound so to dream,
Of black-winged creatures,
Atop a skeletal world.