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Jessica Cummings Poems
Lost in the Cycle
Work work work work, work work work work, work work work work STOP and do
A Pseudo-Intellectual's 'I Love You'
I just love your head Because it houses your brain Which is your real love muscle
Am I to forever be chained to this rock? So far in my experience
Impromptu Lovey-Dovey Haiku
He's so cute because he flew off to bed and now he flies in my head
In Due Time
Maybe someday I will share with you Maybe someday you will know Maybe someday you'll understand with me Maybe someday I will grow
Behold, A Bathroom!
When most people think of the bathroom, bodily funtions come to mind. But alas, it is more then just a place for one to puke, piss, or...deficate! !
I hate how I love you...
I hate how I love you more than I should when you're gone Why didn't I love you
Secret of the Shadow
He sighed into to the the night 'I'm lonely' He cried himself into sleep I whispered from the shadows 'I'm here for you' But alas, he could not hear me
She walks along...
She walks along disheveled in her mind shadow of a glimmer of hope in her eye arms heavy from holding on
Before our separate paths take us far on separate ways Before those paths are distanced by the passing of the days
Wanting and Getting
I almost bought a guitar today I almost got a tattoo I almost finally figured out How to tell you I love you
What I Wanted To Say Was
Once upon a time I dreamed of you Just like the other times I always do But this time you spared me my voice And said everything I'd wanted to say
Trapped mundane dark low
Too bad that it's over...
Too bad that its over When it had hardly just begun I wasn't head over heels for you True
Comments about Jessica Cummings
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821)
Lost in the Cycle
Work work work work, work work work work, work work work work
'cause there is nothing to do
even though there is always something to do
but why would you do that?
Go to sleep
Because the brain still says 'Go! '
When you say
Come back to consciousness?
You never left,