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Jada

PO# 603140
United States
United States
"Write what disturbs you, what you fear, what you have not been able to speak about. Be willing to be split open." - Natalie Goldberg
November 13, 2018
 

I don’t think that I like
How you hardwired my brain
To think like you
So I’m going to try and not think
About the things you want me to

I don’t think I know how
To put my thoughts back together
So maybe it is better have to have none
Than for mine to be yours

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WINTER WHISPERS
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June 10, 2018
 

I don’t usually write these kinds of lettrs, but y’all should go check out my blog. It’s www.speckledhearts.com

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ANGEL OF FAITH
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April 12, 2018
 

The wail of her instrument
Resonated to their ears.
A melodic sound
With every passing tone,
All distractions drowned.

Her heartbeat’s rhythm
Synced with every stroke.
Only the notes were spoken
As she focused on the music,
Hoping disquietude would be broken.

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LOVE, HER
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February 25, 2017
 

You won't see me alone
Not today or tomorrow
Yesterday or forever

My God won’t leave me
Not if I  leave, if I stay
He will follow me wherever

“The Lord is with me; he is my helper. I look in triumph on my enemies.”
‭‭Psalm‬ ‭118:7‬ ‭

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DAY OF TRUTH
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January 8, 2018
 

A search party,
Can not find
Those who are lost
Not willing to be found.

A search party,
Is no use
To those who don’t
Know they left the safe ground.

A solo quest.
Leaving,
Without a trace.
Returning ,
Without a sound.

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RANDOM ACTS OF POETRY - DAY
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December 16, 2017
 

Moonlight
In the darkness
But guided by a bright white

Patience
Cold yet hopeful
Waiting for a silent radiance

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HOPE BATEMAN
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November 27, 2017
 

I think the worst feeling,
Is not knowing the difference,
Between being so close to death
And barely breathing.

You can check your pulse
Evaluate your thoughts
Regulate your shallow breaths,
But your lungs slowly tie into knots.

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IQRA
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November 21, 2017
 

If I am the only one who can see
In a crowded room;
Would anyone believe me
Or would they just assume,
That I’m a liar
I’m blind with make-believe sight.
If this is the case,
Please tell me,
How do I convince them
That there is more than the night?

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THE EDISON BULB
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November 1, 2017
 

The natives are foreigners to the foreigner
Just as he is foreign to the natives and himself

The foreigner is native to the natives
They do not see anything foreign from themselves

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THE EDISON BULB
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September 11, 2017
 

If I were a robot,
I don't know what my function would be.
I wouldn't have any goals,
Or see what I could see.

If I were a robot,
It wouldn't be a life.
I would be going day by day,
Trying to get through the the night.

I do not wish to be a robot,
It's sounds too exhausting.
I'd rather not give it all up,
And live a life that's costing.

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MYSTERIOUS DOOR
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June 5, 2017
 

Being sculpted, molded,
The terrifying process .
Being shaped, formed,
The artist will profess.
Bits and pieces,
Chiseled, diminished;
Work never ceases
And it won't until I'm finished.

"Yet you, Lord, are our Father. We are the clay, you are the potter; we are all the work of your hand."
‭‭

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THE EDISON BULB
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May 21, 2017
 

Blank walls,
Open and bare.
Diagonal nails,
Loose and purposeless.
They stare back at me.
The only thing left to look at
Is the canvas-like walls.
That the more I stare are rebuses.

Even though the canvas stays empty,
Memories are painted on.
Uncovered and revived.
Meant to be left behind,
But I'd rather bring them along.

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JULI
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December 4, 2016
 

I born to be an artist, musician, scholar,
But things don't work out
Imagination fades
Strings go out of tune
Brain cells die

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THE MORE THE BETTER
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December 3, 2016
 

Please God
Send someone to talk to.
Before my heart shatters,
And the pieces can't be glued.
I know that you are God
And you are enough,
But I need a godly person
So my heart can open up.
I've already prayed this prayer
At least a hundred times,
But I know what's ore important,
It's what you have in mind.
Finally thank you
For your unconditional love,
I know that you'll be with me
Always no matter what

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IMPOSSIBLE.. I THINK NOT.
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December 3, 2016
 

You
Don't know
Can't grasp
Even the thought
That your wrong
I
Don't know
Can't grasp
Even the thought
I'm wrong?

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TINY QUEEN
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November 29, 2016
 

My eyelids
They are heavy
My temples
They have a pulse
My eyes
There are throbbing
I'm trying
I'm waiting
Have you given up on me?
Do you even believe me?
I am not uncomfortable
This is pain
My hands
They tremble
My heart
It is broken
My mouth
It is quiet

POOJA WAHANE SUBMISSION
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November 29, 2016
 

I dream of greater
Things
I dream of
Basking in your light
Being in your presence
Oh how my heart
Fills with delight

I dream of the past
I dream of the songs
That were once sung
Happiness that is secure
I love the thought
If us as one

I dream of wonderful
Grace
I dream that you
Are proud
Of you embracing me
I hope that I stand out
Amongst the crowd

I dream about
All of this
Night and day
Then I wake up
And face reality

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SNOWMAN AT NIGHT
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November 28, 2016
 

Speckled Heart

She sat with him
At the bridge.
Just his presence
Comforted her.

Her heart was speckled.
Covered in
Black splotches.
Glimmers of light ,
Shining through.

But the only thing speckled about him,
Where his hands.

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THE WINTER PENGUIN STAMP
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November 28, 2016
 

True Happiness

I can't wait
Until I meet you
When you smile
At me
And call me by name

I can't wait
Until I hug you
When you hug
Me back
And tell me you're proud

    " I myself will see him with my own eyes-I, and not another. How my heart yearns within me!"
          -Job 19:27

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ORANGE
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November 28, 2016
 

I ounce was a box full of presents
Opened, enjoyed, loved
But soon I was emptied out,
Sealed with package tape,
Thrown into the attic,
Forgotten.
Patiently I wait there,
For someone to come
And open me up.
Trying to find something
Or just out of curiosity.
I wait for someone to
Understand what secrets
I contain,
To replace my belongings
With new ones
To take me out of the attic
And into the light.

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TEA TIME!
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November 28, 2016
 

Pain vs Pain
Different yet the same
Either way
I'll have to endure
Sadness vs Anger
It isn't worth the struggle
Either way
I won't be myself
Negativity vs Confusion
Others can see it in me
Either way
My mind is clouded
Fear vs Peace
It seems simple, but still
Either way
I'm left terrified

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PINEAPPLE FUN
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