Submissions by jaspersilence
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Jasper Silence
JESS...AND THE STARLIGHT EYES OF GOD
Lord knows I miss you so-
That happy birthday snow.
Lord knows I make it known-
Drunken nights on my own...
I TOOK THE MEMORIES FOR GRANTED!
EVERY MOMENT NOW IS STRANDED,
In the grief...
He knows I'd have taken your place-
I should have anyway...
All lights are dramatic-
Beating on my eyes...
Every sun ray is a mission.
Every snowflake is a ghost..
Yeah he knows...
Ignorant to faith-
Though craving claiming grace...
Jess walks among the gems-
Provided roads,by him.
Dreaming me...
That happy birthday snow.
Lord knows I make it known-
Drunken nights on my own...
I TOOK THE MEMORIES FOR GRANTED!
EVERY MOMENT NOW IS STRANDED,
In the grief...
He knows I'd have taken your place-
I should have anyway...
All lights are dramatic-
Beating on my eyes...
Every sun ray is a mission.
Every snowflake is a ghost..
Yeah he knows...
Ignorant to faith-
Though craving claiming grace...
Jess walks among the gems-
Provided roads,by him.
Dreaming me...
#regret
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Hi Hazel
There's a girl on my mind.
Light Years away...
Somewhere she's catching light.
Blue washed amber...
She's thinking if I'm thinking of her.
Light Years away...
Somewhere she's catching light.
Blue washed amber...
She's thinking if I'm thinking of her.
#romantic
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TALKING THROUGH THE SCREEN
I dreamt I had a bed outside your window.
Aligned pillow to pillow.
You know,
That nostalgic colored kind of dream.
The house was a happy type of chaotic.
Pointless banter and children singing.
We'd talk through the screen when you could find the time.
You should have told me
never to wake.
I didn't know you before I fell asleep.
I never saw your face until this dream.
Perhaps one more night of my life,
You'll find your way back into my subconscious...
Please...find your way back.
Aligned pillow to pillow.
You know,
That nostalgic colored kind of dream.
The house was a happy type of chaotic.
Pointless banter and children singing.
We'd talk through the screen when you could find the time.
You should have told me
never to wake.
I didn't know you before I fell asleep.
I never saw your face until this dream.
Perhaps one more night of my life,
You'll find your way back into my subconscious...
Please...find your way back.
#love
#dreams
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GO GET HURT
I'm sorry to say.
I know what it is,
that keeps us apart.
What polarises us opposite.
You need to go get hurt.
You need to find that heartache.
You need to have that time,
to figure out your worth.
I may not be around,
when all the pain is gained rightly.
But that's the beauty of it baby,
the moment we were needed...
We were there.
I know what it is,
that keeps us apart.
What polarises us opposite.
You need to go get hurt.
You need to find that heartache.
You need to have that time,
to figure out your worth.
I may not be around,
when all the pain is gained rightly.
But that's the beauty of it baby,
the moment we were needed...
We were there.
#love
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STARLESS
It's not dark enough for me to see you.
Cry those pretty midnight eyes.
Come out to help me murder these
moons...
And put out the fires,for starless skies.
Cry those pretty midnight eyes.
Come out to help me murder these
moons...
And put out the fires,for starless skies.
#moon
#dark
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TASTE THE MOON
I know what moonlight
tastes like.
It's the sweetness from her.
Cupping hands,collecting.
Enough to bathe,to clean the wounds.
Enough to drink,to heal the killer.
Enough to cover me in the shimmer.
I know what moonlight
tastes like.
She gives rivers of her nectar.
Enough to drown in.
And knowing me...
I'll drown~
tastes like.
It's the sweetness from her.
Cupping hands,collecting.
Enough to bathe,to clean the wounds.
Enough to drink,to heal the killer.
Enough to cover me in the shimmer.
I know what moonlight
tastes like.
She gives rivers of her nectar.
Enough to drown in.
And knowing me...
I'll drown~
#love
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THE NEXT GUY
An audience of owls-
A crowd full of wide eyes,wise to your vulnerability.
Could I be an ear?
Tuned into the pulse of your nature.
Naturally I want you...
What you are.
I love the hunt,as much as the next guy.
And I love,too much-
The animal inside.
I love the chase.
I love the game.
And I love you.
An open field of wolves.
With wardrobes lined with wool.
One for every color you are.
Could I be a heart?
Offered up to warm you from,
the dead air
From the calloused and cold.
I love the hunt,
as...
A crowd full of wide eyes,wise to your vulnerability.
Could I be an ear?
Tuned into the pulse of your nature.
Naturally I want you...
What you are.
I love the hunt,as much as the next guy.
And I love,too much-
The animal inside.
I love the chase.
I love the game.
And I love you.
An open field of wolves.
With wardrobes lined with wool.
One for every color you are.
Could I be a heart?
Offered up to warm you from,
the dead air
From the calloused and cold.
I love the hunt,
as...
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LUNA TIC TOC
Not unlike the moon-
I must run my cycles accordingly.
Hold a sense of mystery.
And keep hidden,
My dark side...
From the eyes of the world~
I must run my cycles accordingly.
Hold a sense of mystery.
And keep hidden,
My dark side...
From the eyes of the world~
#MovingOn
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PAREIDOLIA
The World applause
in tender rainfall.
Mathematics in the puddle ripples.
Ghosts draped over light beams,
and I am euphoric in this knowledge...
Drugged by the stares from clouds~
in tender rainfall.
Mathematics in the puddle ripples.
Ghosts draped over light beams,
and I am euphoric in this knowledge...
Drugged by the stares from clouds~
#PopCulture
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LIGHTNING IN JANUARY
She won't talk about what is missing-
She won't talk about what isn't-
She won't talk about this moment-
She wont talk...
But it's ok.
I'm listening to her motion~
She won't talk about what isn't-
She won't talk about this moment-
She wont talk...
But it's ok.
I'm listening to her motion~
#love
#girlfriend
#relationships
#identity
#SelfReflection
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A NEEDED COMPANION
Cold becomes friend.
And breezes along beside me.
We're following strides-
Watching you all hiding.
I crave to know...
Why do they go?
Then I hear that hum and realize it's just the moon...
Cold becomes friend-
Whistling along beside me.
And breezes along beside me.
We're following strides-
Watching you all hiding.
I crave to know...
Why do they go?
Then I hear that hum and realize it's just the moon...
Cold becomes friend-
Whistling along beside me.
#acceptance
#learning
#wisdom
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TURNING TINMAN 2
Years I've not moved.
Surrounded by these crooked talking trees.
Though they don't talk to me.
Since my jaw was rusted shut.
I do not need ANYONE,
until I need my oil can-
Who needs a heart...
When I've welded my fingers to the handle of this axe?.
Who needs to move?
Who needs a friend...
When every time I walk,
The hollow in me
Sounds like a wardrum
Metronome
Countdown to death?
Surrounded by these crooked talking trees.
Though they don't talk to me.
Since my jaw was rusted shut.
I do not need ANYONE,
until I need my oil can-
Who needs a heart...
When I've welded my fingers to the handle of this axe?.
Who needs to move?
Who needs a friend...
When every time I walk,
The hollow in me
Sounds like a wardrum
Metronome
Countdown to death?
#sadness
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