Jennifer Pickering

Category: Poetry

  • Here I am and here you’ll find me

    There’s this endless void, at the end of my words a repetitive voice that will never be heard. Each tap, I make, each word I write, meet their death without a fight. Unpublished, unproked, unknown, unnoted. the undesired and undevoted meet in the footnotes of a text unquoted. But here I am and here you’ll…

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  • Dusted, rusted.

    My bones, dust. My heart, rust. These are the truths that I’ll choose to trust. I’m fragile, broken. I’m voiceless, unspoken. I have nothing to give so take this as my token. I keep heaving my chest, But there’s nothing left. No fight, Or convection, No Devine resurrection. I’m just a reflection, A smudged imperfection.…

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  • Who destroyed music?

    Writing prompt: what or who destroyed music to you and why? (Prompt taken from twitter user @cantabprompts). They lost all ammunition, When they wrote for politicians, They tried to be political, Critical, Analytical. But the words didn’t fit the beat. When they wrote about who would beat The minorities who, for the majority, were left…

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  • I need to write…

    I need to write down my sadness, Although words won’t take it away. The worries and fears I’m holding, Endlessly promise to stay. I couldn’t sleep last night, Turning. The pit of my stomach is weak. I can’t hold the words or the wisdom they keep. I tell myself it’ll be fine. I lie to…

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  • Nowhere.

    I’m going a long way to nowhere. Round and round. Voices keep taunting as my feet hit the ground. I’m going a long way to nowhere. Nothing awaits. I thought I was on a different path, Writing a different fate. The long days and nights, Blur into one. It takes a long time to get…

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  • If I said the thoughts in my head…

    You want to be a writer, Well that’s a joke, Boredom is the only emotion you evoke. You’re washed up and worthless. And your writing is worth less Than the lies that you tell, And I never could tell Why you thought you’d be worth more than this. The only people reading your words Are…

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  • Lost

    My chest is tight, My throat numb. What’s easy for you, Is a nightmare for some. I’ll lace up my boots And put on a smile, And try to push through, At least for a while. I’m dying inside. I can’t find my voice. I can’t find my voice, To shout for myself, To be…

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  • Light bulbs

    My ideas are like light bulbs, in that, when they are there I can’t turn them off and, annoyingly, I can’t sleep with the lights on. They just kind of glow until I write them down, and then a light switch appears and I think they are off, but those pesky things continue to light…

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  • I tried to love you,

    I tried to love you, I promise. Because I was still healing, I hadn’t learnt how to love myself yet, No matter how much I wanted you, I couldn’t love you. I wanted you. I can promise you that. I fell further from myself, Trying to fall for you. Each step I took closer was…

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  • I can’t sleep…

    I can’t sleep, I say as I scroll through my phone. My fingers are twitching to tweet. Just one more like and I will sleep. My virtual dream, Continuously creeps. I need another page of my story, My followers must know my thoughts, So I’ll stay away just a few more moments, And share another…

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