Jessica Kelly
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He's got his hair pulled back
and his old cap on
Radio playing a Bob Dylan song
Cigarette dangling from his lip
...
Don't smile at me
and tell me that you're changed.
My mind is set.
It cannot be rearranged
...
Dim lit room
flower in bloom
sweat dripping off of pale white skin
Parting her thighs
...
oh i love him so much.
he is the one i dance with.
we are the only ones on the floor. everyone is watching. we're moving like kites or wind socks. we don't know what we're doing. but we look so good together. and we feel so good together. and we don't care about anyone else in the room.
...
To fall in love with you,
again,
is bittersweet.
I taste it in my mouth,
...
A little dizzy-
from the lack of sleep
or the glass of Chianti,
she knows not.
...
I can't help but believing
that someday
You'll understand that when I walked away
I never really walked away
...
She can't do it all, but she does.
How do two hands build a life?
Does she do it on her own?
How does she get up each morning
...
She is all that I ever wanted, but never knew I did, you know? Her eyes, her smile, her chubby cheeks and baby laughs... all so fun and unblemished. Her eyes see so clear - no one is ugly or old or fat. Her ears cannot decipher the bad words from the good. Her smile is never forced or fake. Her laughter is natural and beautiful and so small, but so big!
...
My head...
Chaotic, disarray
when I heard you were coming home.
I didn't know what seeing you would mean to me...
...
You left the keys in the door.
They hung on for dear life,
praying that some stranger would not take them
as you took me.
...
Sleepy eyes open,
grin.
Angel face asleep on the pink pillow
beside her head.
...
The days are growing brighter.
A light is in my view.
It seems that I have found again
the laughter I once knew.
...
I can't believe it happened.
Can't believe it's real.
Can't believe the loss and grief
And sadness we all feel.
...
Jessica Kelly Biography
I'm not a writer. I mean, I write. so I suppose in some fashion I am. In which case, anyone who can write is a writer... but you know what I mean. :) I'm no poet. Sometimes I write down words that arouse feeling, be it joyous or dismal. Sometimes I jot down words that rhyme a little. But either way, whether I'm arousing feeling or rhyming a line, I don't consider myself a poet. I'm just a girl who likes to write. And so... I do. A little about me... I wish I'd read more. I do love to write. I'm silly and a little goofy at times. I have a precious daughter who lights up my life, and, in case you couldn't gather from some of my writings, I have a beautiful son who I placed for adoption a little less than a year ago. Ask me about it. I'll tell you. But you'll have to hear about the saving grace of God in the process. :) Shalom.)
The Best Poem Of Jessica Kelly
Faded Blue Jeans
He's got his hair pulled back
and his old cap on
Radio playing a Bob Dylan song
Cigarette dangling from his lip
Old leather belt
resting on his hip
I don't know what it is the boy does to me
but he looks so fine
in his faded blue jeans
His white t-shirt smells of sweat and sage
Old leather boots
show their age
Eyes are warm, hands are tough
Something about that boy
I can't get enough
I don't know what it is the boy does to me
but he looks so fine
in his faded blue jeans
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