Tag: jammonica

by JAMMONICA

All I notice is a big bowl
that had a big crack in it.
The cabinet is normally
shut, but it was open and that’s
when I noticed the crack in the bowl.
As I moved the bowl glass
fell onto the ground. I tripped
as I was heading to get the broom.
I’ve got glass in my foot and I start
hearing noises. I sit here for a second
trying to recognize where the noises
come from, but I have no clue.
I start taking the glass out of my foot.
It feels like fire going through veins.
The glass reminds me of
falling angels falling from heaven
for the bad they had done.
The broken pieces that shattered
like an angel’s wing.

by JAMMONICA

I have a fear of dragons
and monsters under my bed.
At night I hear noises whispering
from my head. And roaring noises
with a cat. The whispers in my
head get worst and worser everyday.
They get louder and louder—they
become real. The monsters become
real and alive. The whispers become
louder and all at once the bad things
actually happen. My house becomes haunted
and my dad grows insane. He keeps
talking about how we’re all going
to die soon. Everything that
I didn’t want to happen, and
all hell breaks lose.

by JAMMONICA

I’m a roller coaster that goes up,
my friend.
My life is like a carousel, that
goes round and round.

I fell in love. The way you
fall asleep slowly and then all at once.
White roses like being in love with someone you can’t be in love with.

Some infinities are bigger than other infinities.
Nightmares can be terrifying and deceiving.

Pain demands to be felt.
Details that fall from the
leaves, slowly from all the tears.

Maybe ‘okay’ will be our always.

by JAMMONICA

Love can be mysterious, but our souls can’t always be healed by the ones we’ve been truly hurt by or truly loved. But being in love can be the best way to find unsolved pieces of the puzzle. The other side of the muzzle. Love is a poison, you shake it up and your heart goes like a carousel round and round. A cotton candy heart. Love can be a roller coaster, my friend. Ups and downs are nothing but a roller coaster.

by JAMMONICA

His claw was sharp, like a split harp. Then I realized he was aiming for my heart. Dragged it to my heart, my blood bled out like scars on my sleeves. For weeks and months everyone tried saving themselves from him. No one could ever dodge his sharp claws, he would come in the middle of the night to haunt his prey. People called out for help, wishing I had returned and come back to save them. So, after months passed, I came back to life, because I’m saving the world. I’m saving the world. To protect from harm and to make them feel safe. Not a lost cause if you have claws that stab in the dark and hide in the light.