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Smiles Fade in the Rain [13 Mar 2006|06:40pm]

[ mood | creative ]

The rain filters to snow and back.
Not quite making up its mind.
Street lamps reflect and bounce
along the slick roads.

I look up to see city lights
become a haze among
cold heavy fog
in the horizon.

I quicken my pace as
clouds release
liquid assassins
once more.

I see her ahead of me.
Pulling her collar closer around her pale neck,
her fingers slim and delicate
snaking out from beneath her heavy black coat.

Her blonde hair is sopping wet,
pearls of rain streak down
her small form.
Leaving stars in their wake.

Does she see me?
Does she see that my heart
jumpstarts when she looks at me?
My heart could electrocute in this rain.

Her deep blue eyes shimmer
up to mine;
the only calm
in this storm around me.

I smile.

That’s all I can do.
I pour my soul to my lips with a curve.
My essence cries out, leaking through my smile.
Aching to lay my dreams at her feet.

She smiles back.
And keeps walking.
And keeps

© Jaclyn Thompson 2006

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Happy Valentine's Day [15 Feb 2006|05:34pm]

[ mood | pissed off ]

Poison of Choice

Cold steel and flicks of wrists
I feel the liquid slosh around
It mocks me even now.
This will be my poison of choice.
My carnal deliverance,
My final fleeting companion.
It slides onto the ice
I hear it cackle with delight.
Fingers clutch smooth glass
Transparent to the world,
Hold it with pure reverence
Watching the light catch and choke.
I drink to the vicious clowns! *
No longer will you thrash my heart
It already bleeds to the floor.
My lips kiss the hallowed martini
Emptying the ambrosia.
My poison of choice.
My martini of bleach.

© Jaclyn Thompson 2006

*with a nod to Terry Moore

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Twilight [06 Feb 2006|09:31pm]

[ mood | creative ]

don't open your eyes
don't look
don't glance
it wont be there
in the sun.
just in twilight
do these aches
and delirious
thoughts threaten
my reason and
deep in darkness
does my mind race
with what it thinks
it knows
to be real,
when the sun screams
it proves to disappear
and shatter in light.
only with the fall
of shadows
do i find
i love

(c) jaclyn thompson 2006

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Indigo [01 Feb 2006|10:53am]

[ mood | creative ]

There was a young maiden
who had eyes from the stars
brilliant and bold they glistened.
Gaze into them and surrender your soul
so captivating were her gems.
Unsurpassed by any other
Her eyes stole hearts and desires,
her sultry eyes were epic.
Until there was another…
that shattered her distinction.
These Emerald eyes overshadowed
her Indigo mystique and broke
her complexion of individuality.
So distraught, she collapsed,
splintering her reflection.
And she wept away
All of the blue from here eyes.

(c) Jaclyn Thompson 2006

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I Forgot [03 Jan 2006|02:21pm]

[ mood | artistic ]

I forgot what you looked like
Just now
Lying here
In the dark.
I forgot what you smelled like
The rise and fall of your chest
How your hair falls in your eyes
The curve of your lips.
I forgot
What it means
To have you next to me
Here in the dark.
I forgot
Just how much
I love

(c) jaclyn thompson

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Falling [26 Dec 2005|08:26pm]

[ mood | crushed ]

teetering on the edge
of hollow dispair
holding my breath so
as not to plunge
into dark uncertainty.
things unseen hold
the most leverage
weighing my shoulders
leaning me over.
echoes speed by
my eyes blind to
the sights and sounds
of the deep chasm,
calling me closer.
struggle to keep
footing and features
relaxed so not to
but as i open my eyes
i'm already there
falling through the air.

(c) jaclyn thompson

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[15 Nov 2005|05:42pm]

[ mood | good ]

Cellar Door

Pace silently across the floor,

To find the beauty behind the cellar door,

All of life!

...Washed up on shore,

Will that lie behind the cellar door?

Excitement and lust,

The bold and the pure,

The hopes that we hold for cellar door,

The depths of the sea,

Or where eagles soar,

Surely, this is behind the cellar door,

Walking more diligently,

Quicker than before,

Towards the tempting cellar door,

Reach for the handle,

This must be the cure!

Turn the handle of that cellar door!

A world of sorrow,

Broken dreams do outpour,

This is what lies beyond the cellar door?

Down the steps,

Searching for something more,

In the darkness behind the cellar door,

Reach through the clouds,

End this gruesome tour!

...Descending the steps from the cellar door,

Hold fast to something,

Hooked by the lure,

Is there more contained by this cellar door?!

Pull on the chain,

Be touched to the core,

By the light that was found...

...at the end of cellar door.


"This famous linguist once said that of all the phrases in the English language, of all the endless combinations of words in all of history, that Cellar Door is the most beautiful."   -Karen Pommeroy in Donnie Darko

The "famous linguist" that said this was Mr. J.R.R. Tolkien.  There's more to it than I'd care to try to explain through typing...my hands would tire quickly, but in this poem...I was just thinking about life.  I was thinking about our expectations of beauty, of the world, our naive perceptions...and what we may not perceive.  In our beauty is pain, in our pain is wonder, in our wonder is fear, in our fear is love...this world is a paradox...  At the beginning of the poem, expecting beauty turns into disgust upon discovery upon something else...but, after getting past that, pushing through...a light is found.  A guide, a beacon, hope, love...but in that light, can't we expect more pain???  I mean, it's said that with great knowledge...well, many things, but one thing is sadness.  Knowledge enables people to recognize...many things...yes...I suppose that's all.

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Gates of Ivory [27 Oct 2005|10:28pm]

[ mood | crushed ]

I reach the gates of Ivory
spilling its siren sparkle
languidly i reach
onto an illusion.
i throw my dreams and essence
hoping they'll snag attention
torn for adoration
only to fall short.
ethereal visions blind to the core
erasing selfworth
and stealing inner stars.
cascading backwards, falling
from the light
gripping iridescent ideas
wont save me from the night.
ebony encircling eyes
seeping through viens
drowning my breath
starving any screams.
I reach the gates of Ebony
and beg for its embrace.

(c) jaclyn thompson 2005

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Smile [24 Oct 2005|09:21pm]

[ mood | blue ]

they say
"he'll know you care"
but how is that possible?
how could that convey
the piercing flames
that lick my insides
at the sight of your eyes,
the alien rhythm
that seizes my heart
when you walk by,
the thoughtless daze
blazing my mind
every waking hour.
so you see i cant smile.
for you render me incapable
of anything besides a stare.

(c) jaclyn thompson 2005

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Copper Sadness [29 Sep 2005|12:55pm]

[ mood | artistic ]

Tired copper
drips from my eyes
screams on my cheeks
pools in my hands.
Breathing copper
lingers in my lungs
swirls through veins
and lands.
Copper blinks
cling to lashes
I'm struck with
Copper Sadness.

random poetry is <3

copyright jaclyn thompson 2005

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reMain [26 Sep 2005|09:22pm]

[ mood | crushed ]

it starts with a pinch
a jab
a stab
a pain.
screaming thru
your mind
your eyes
your veins.
try to claw
try to fight
in vain.
this crimson
leaves trails
becomes stale
deepen stains.
left alone,
try to swallow
left to wallow
with distain.
hide the scar
hide the mask
no easy task
it all remains.

copyright jaclyn thompson 2005

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Hooray...:-D [14 Sep 2005|08:26pm]

[ mood | :: shrugs :: ]

"Walking down the pathway between the many people there, he saw beautiful statues and bright, green grass coated with dew. A faint nervous smile is spread across his face. As he drew closer to her he heard the echo: "...and love her forever and always?" "I do," he whispered as he took the last step. He stretched out a wrinkled hand and lay the flowers on her grave."

Sooo, my school is across the street from a cemetary, so when I was walking to school the other morning I saw an old man hobbling through the graveyard. I have this thing where I see people and I think up possible scenarios to go along with them/what they're doing...this is what I first thought when I saw him. It's kinda lame, I know...but it just reminds me how lonely it must be when you get older.

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A Writer's Smoke [06 Sep 2005|06:48pm]

Two-thirty AM
Sleep eludes and the muse taunts
Blank stares on blank pages
Empty lead and silent keys
An idle clock and mouse
Thoughtless strum of fingers
Itching to create
They reach for distraction
And pull it close
Flickers of light and shadow
Dance among delirium
Inhale inspiration and exhale
Fill the room with
A Writer's Smoke

copyright jaclyn thompson 2005
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Shards of Ebony [05 Aug 2005|11:45pm]

Ebony echoes;
a familiar sound
snaking deep in my veins,
a solitude I've eternally known
in my dark Realm.
And you with your eyes aflame
thinking they could pierce the abyss,
you with no reflection.
You give the linger
of false salvation,
thoughtless attempts
just break me further.
So leave me to my Ebony.
Let the echoes encase me.
Take your fire with you,
along with your piercing eyes.
You cause more shards
than my Realm ever could.

copyright jaclyn thompson 2005
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[ mood | nervous ]

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so here's a poem to start me off! :) [25 Jun 2005|09:29am]

[ mood | creative ]

Tarnished Star

I have no satin sky
brimming with bright diamonds.
I have but a handful,
Of dull tarnished gems.
Nothing North to grasp to,
Just vast emptiness,
Embracing me. But,
One star shines just a little more,
Offering a glimmer of hope,
Of strength so profound,
To hold my cast wishes
And to take my secrets;
My professions of passion.
That tarnished star that I
Send my dire love to,
Might just bring you to me.
Wrap me in your satin,
And fill my sky with diamonds.

copyright Jaclyn Thompson 2005

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[22 Jun 2005|08:59pm]

[ mood | chipper ]

hey guys! i got an invite like a whoooole long time ago on my frozenrequiem account and i was flipping through my comments and recently found it. so here i am! i luv that its a small community. well i love to write poetry and fiction. i assume we can post both here? well hi and bye!

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heart-on harddrive [04 Mar 2005|10:12am]

You add new addresses to your email list , you add new memories to your head , some fade over time and people can slip away. And , you evaluate and re-evaluate the people around you , in your life , and on your buddy list in the right hand corner of the screen. Did they call you enough? Do they message you? Did they just stop making sense? Or maybe your just too busy these days to think about why. It's cool , we all move on and away right? Just freeing up space. Throwing away emails and letters and pictures to free up Megabytes on your hard drive. But One morning you add a new friend's address and you look down the blue and white list of friends and aquaintances you have that you could contact and you see a name. Of someone who's gone . Not on vacation and not seperated in friendship but really gone from the Earth. and you think to yourself , yea. she's really dead. And doesn't that feel weird? Doesn't it feel a little bit sad because you were friends but you have seen other people die before right? So why feel anything? Isn't that a little dramatic? I mean , it's not like she were your best friend. Just someone you knew through the family , just a normal ordinary friend. a little more than an aquaintance. And anyway , I try not to keep aquaintances , I like friends better.

So there's this email address , and I could write here, like I used to , to keep in touch. I could pretend she were still there and tell her how school's going and what Boston's like. But when I got to the part where I'd ask how she was doing , how her life was going , and what was Lebanon like , I'd remember she wasn't there anymore. Maybe I'd ask her what it was like to die so young. did it hurt? Did she do everything she wanted to? How was her husband handling it?

And then if I sent it, would anyone get it? Had someone taken over her passwords and email , like a will or something, was someone in charge legally? Would her husband get my emails? Would he be offended? Or , would they collect up until there was no more space in her inbox , like a pile of letters overfilling in someone's dusty old mailbox who hadn't lived there for years...? Because no one remembered to officially notify whoever was in charge of that sort of thing that she was gone.

It makes my skin tingle to think about it. This feeling of feeling something I don't believe I have the right to feel. It creates a longing within myself to fill a void , a vacuum , inside every person's soul when they think about death. And the age old question , where do you go when you die?
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An example on some things I've been hearing alot about in the past couple of months.... [10 Jan 2005|06:30pm]

A woman's body slams against a wall and hits the floor.
sticks and stones...

No time left to find all the words it would take to explain why.
Why almost every woman I've heard tell the tale of 'the awful man' , tells it more than once.

It's never happened before I swear....
How every time is somehow different and why anytime history repeats itself.
I'm so sorry , It'll never happen again....

someone's picking pieces of the mess off the floor.
throw evidence of the scene away. hiding.
Some "He" knows your in denial.
I know he loves me ...
Some guy knows you'll forgive him.
Some where in you , you know society will forgive you for letting it happen agian.
Boys will be Boys.....
And you know , you'll let it happen again.

And some friend somewhere who loves you so much and worries about you at night across the miles , still picks up the phone at 2 a.m. to hear you crying hysterically about how it went down this time. Some friend who genuinely cares about you is offering you advice on how to get out. Becuase that's what real love is. She isn't overly-critical , it isn't "she doesn't understand" .

It's that she does .
Understand .
Something you don't.

There's some liberty your lacking ,
some beauty you seem to have missed.
Some ego that bled into the carpet and got steam-vacummed up inot a memory.

You forgot yourself friend.

And what it means to be 'worth it' . To hold your head up high , and yes, you do dare ! to tell a man to never ever think he can get away with treating you like that. You are queen my friend , in your heart there is beauty for you to see and appreciate it.

Meekness is nothing admirable or endearing .
It's sad and degrading.
It's providing the satisfaction to each spoiled , selfish male who's never had to answer to any authority , who's thought he's better than you , or stronger than you. Woman.

If you feel lost or foriegn or wrong.
Just fuck it and be the pioneer.
Just go with your heart when you go.
Just go.

There is soemthing better waiting for you when you gain the strength to stand up and say no more.
You are never alone.

A Woman is a beautiful creature.
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[11 Dec 2004|05:23pm]


"It's the living , eating , the sleeping that everyone needs . Ideas don't matter so much after all. My three best friends are catholic. I can't see their beliefs , but I can see the things they love to do on earth."


"...I don't believe in God as a kind father in the sky. I don't believe that the meek will inherit the earth. The meek get ignored and trampled . They decompose in the bloody soil of war , of business , and they rot into the warm ground under the spring rains . It is the bold , the loudmouthed  , the cruel , the vital , the revolutionaries , the mighty in arms and will , who march over the soft patient flesh that lies beneath their cleated boots."


( excerpts of the unabridged journals of Sylvia Plath).

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