Beauty and Scarlet - By Jessica

Hello friends. Not all of us are lucky enough to have people around us that share the same passion as we do. It is even more rare to find an individual that has the ability to put words to emotions we have felt and make those words feel as if they came from your own mouth. Luckily I am blessed with at least one such person. She is an amazing poet and has a way with words that draws you in, educates, and often resonates with the soul. I am dedicating post to her. She is my one of my editors and a very dear friend. She weilds the red-editors pen with the same dexterity she has with her word-smithing hammer. Her work never ceases to move something in me and now to move you, my dear friends, I have acquired permission to publish one of her works. She didn't even have a name for it till 5 minutes ago - thats how fresh it is.  Read it below. It's truly something. Thank you my friend. You help me find the light.

Enough blah blah blah from me. Here is the work.

Beauty and the Scarlet

When theres nothing left to say,

Do you keep on trying,

Do you go above and beyond 

That who does nought but whining?

Do you let go, be free, be me

And sail away on seas.

Or do you stand fast and hope youll last, and yet maybe walk home crying.

Here's what I say to you, to him.

My stance will never change.

You can love me hard and pray all that hard and still continue whining.

I dont do tests or plays or commands,

Im not your seadog pirate.

When it comes down to it,

I'll leave you to it
Because I'm the Beauty and the Starlet

Well, there you have it. A deeply emotional one. Give her blog a gander (http://thejessonator.blogspot.com) and see what you walk away with. 

Till next time friends. Nic. Out.

Warrior

Hello friends. So, I've been busy with the poetry again. This time I have decided to share a poem that is extremely personal to me. I don't have much to say on this one except that it too was a rush of emotions and is as raw as all the other writing you'll find on this blog. I truly wonder what interpretations you guys will take from this and what it reflects... 

All the same, enough blah blah blah from me. Here is the poem:

Warrior

Standing Amazonian on a dune swept
Bare to the bone. Crumbling as a whelp
Of fire that struck the earth. Scorched.
Singed into a dust that dances cursed,
By a furnace of heart that once sang
A ball of love once drank.
Filled. Bloated. Uncomfortable.
Swishing in the belly. A dribble
of Words silenced by a microphone.
Held to lips, cut by syllables and tones
Of a need that gawks open. Never met.
A warrior. The apocalypse of self.

Goodness! Ok. It's out. I would truly love to hear from you on what you take away from this piece. I already have some feedback from my editor (literally 5 minutes ago) and it's interesting what those that know you see. So comment. Let me know what you think.

Nic. Out.