Before the Ink Dries

Or the Thought Disappears


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Long Nights

Sleep
This is unknown to me
I sit here and watch
As you toss and turn
So sweetly
I wonder
What your dreaming
Is it me?
Or am I a fool
And over thinking?

Now watching the sun rise
I realize
As you begin to wake
Meeting you was not a mistake
Your eyes so true
Look right through
But what do you see
That keeps you
Right beside me.

© Jesse R. Polisse, 2013 All Rights Reserved

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Masquerade

Lost in my own world
Feel like a rope unfurled
A stone being hurled;
Into a dark abyss.
What did I miss.
A memo?
Or is it because I’m just an asshole?

Little do you know
I have plenty more to show
I have a sweet side
But you have to dig
Deep inside.
Because I won’t show it
To a passerby.

© Jesse R. Polisse Copyright 2013


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Those Who Protect Us

Each breath we breathe
Is not free
Someone has to pay; duly
Our brother’s
Our sister’s
Our Firefighters
Our Police officers
Our soldier’s
They are those that face what you fear most
They fight and they sacrifice
And yet overlooked is the tag
The price
The burden
They withhold.

 

© Jesse R. Polisse Copyright 2013


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Inside A Writers Mind

I have a writers mind
Always flowing
With creative rhymes
You wouldn’t know
Unless you took a trip
Behind my blue eyes
I’m a busy bee
Trying to make this; co-exist.
Always running,
Never slowing.
How I find time,
I do not know
But my life is never dull

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My Routine

I kiss your picture
Because I can’t kiss your lips
I lay wide awake
Dwelling on my mistakes
I dream of you
Because your all I want to see
I wake up in the morning
And dread what’s coming
I put on my mask
And hide behind my blue eyes
For my pain won’t go away
I have no morphine
I have nothing
Because you were everything.

 

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Life: A Merging of Paths

Walking through the hall,
Hearing the hyenas’ call.
She turns to stand proud,
Knowing she will just be knocked down.
Demeaning names
Over and over again;
As she tries to hide
What’s really inside.
She just smile’s as he walks by.

The high school hero
Put the team on his back
And gave them a title.
Girls flock to him
But he doesn’t take note.
He only see’s the girl that makes him choke,
On his words like they are some contagion.
Meeting her eyes gives him butterflies,
So he just keeps walking by.

Back home, finally all alone.
She sits there in despair,
Waiting for him to care.
Reaching for the eyeliner,
Covering up her fears,
Holding back the tears.

Sitting in his room,
Trying to go unnoticed,
But his father knows;
And comes in with much disgust.
Swing after swing,
Getting beat for that low B.

Senior year is in the rear view mirror.
She’s continuing school, becoming a teacher.
He’s on a full ride, throwing passes.
Colliding in mid stride,
They finally hit it off,
And he made her his bride.

Not letting other’s decide,
Just how to live their lives,
He quit the team;
And followed through with “his” dream,
She teaches, loving each and every kid.

Not every beginning,
Is as happy as the Ending.

© Jesse R. Polisse, 2013 All Rights Reserved


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Scars That Never Mend

Like pouring salt on a wound
The pain consumes
Eating away, without a bite
But yet its net is wrapped…tight.
Every wrong is twisted and bent
To make it seem slightly right.
In hope for a change, it has enticed.
The poison sinks deep
Swimming through the veins
With ease, like a fish in an open sea
It has gone way too far
Finally reaching the heart.

Encased with pain.
Ruined for the honest man,
The one who wants to forever hold that hand.

 

© Jesse R. Polisse, 2013 All Rights Reserved