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A symphony for me

by

Jessica Howard

You played a song for me only
one that I could hear
It struck a chord upon my soul
and drew my heart so near
to the surface of believing
from the darkened depths of fear
You gave me hope, you gave me faith
What a beautiful song, my Dear!


Scared

by

Jessica Howard

Staring at a wall of plain white.
Thoughts race my mind in the middle of the night.
I can't go, I can't come, I can only stay when I want to run.
Nothing to do when this treatment will be through.
Sweat rolls down my face, because of anxiety to leave this place.
A feeling of pain rushes through my heart.
I need a grip on life or maybe a head start.
I always hear what's best for me, but what about the rest of me.
So, I decide to take the road to success.
Not sure I will make it, but I will try my best.


Life and Death

by

Jessica Howard

If I were to die tomarrow, should I kill myself today?
If I were to live forever, should I throw it all away?
Now is my time to hate myself, and forever fall away.
Do you think I love you still, I really cannot say.
When I burn my sins away, will I still care about you?
No, I will just crawl away from the hell you put me through.
I am hurt you are just the same, its all from playing my little games.
So, go ahead forget my name, I'm the one you are to blame.


The prisoner

by

Jessica Howard

Thereís a prisoner within me. He stares through steel bars. He pounds on the walls and drums on the floor. But he will never be free. He only escapes his invincible cell when no one is near but me.

The prisoner is foreign to anyone Iíve known. Maybe we all have a prisoner we never let show. If I released this captive to the outside air, Iíd be labeled insane with hatred and glares. But heís suffocating and must be free, that prisoner, so lonely inside of me.


Sunday Mornings

by

Jessica Howard


Without rhyme reason, I save my soul, and sing out to heaven to pay my toll. I pray each night, hoping god will fight, having faith in what I may never know. I will dedicate my being to an unknown power like so many people blindly have before.

But to test my faith at the judgment hour, I will dare to break the Bibleís code.
Though I may go to hell, I will sin, I will strive. If I live on this Earth Iíll make the most of my life. Search for beauty everywhere, not confined to this chapel. And yes, God forbid, I will bite that ripe apple.


Melrose, LA

by

Jessica Howard

Leather Jackets, the tales they tell, poker faces, the stiff smell to cover up the frightened child inside. To burn you with their staring eyes, they glower: your fear their golden prize,

Shiny silver Harleys covered with carefully placed stains. Gashes precisely torn in fine designer jeans. They walk with a bounce from the soles of dirty, luxurious shoes. They hang their heads mocking sadness and pretend to sing the blues.

Let them revel in phony glory. Iíll act timid as a child. But my timidity is false, and my fear is only mild. If I showed them my true feelings


Untitled

by

Jessica Howard

I cannot see very far tonight,my eyes just want to close.SoI can sleep and dream of you,like the heart had you in mind;before the sky turnedorange from blue,in shades only dreams can find.The stars surround the sky,the air has stayed so warm,my angel feels the need to cry,I will catch her tears as she tells me all and why she feels so sad about some waisted years.A future awaits us but first we need to blend,as we become eachothers lover,we both find our dearest friend.