Don't imprint my image
upon the lids of your eyes
and don't sew my name
over one of the holes
that adorn your heart
unless you are aching
to be broken down.
I love intensely,
though unreliably.
I'll hunger to make you mine
but once you're within my grasp,
at any hour, day, or night,
my passion will dwindle
and, unless you know
how to keep a wild beast
from roaming,
I'll disappear just as quickly
as Zeus from Hera.
Don't imprint my image
upon the lids of your eyes
and don't sew my name
over one of the holes
that adorn your heart
unless you are aching
to be broken down.
I love intensely,
though unreliably.
I'll hunger to make you mine
but once you're within my grasp,
at any hour, day, or night,
my passion will dwindle
and, unless you know
how to keep a wild beast
from roaming,
I'll disappear just as quickly
as Zeus from Hera.
Don't take
the ashes of
your own stars
(that you burn,
for whatever reason)
and try to
smear them across
my visage.
While appealing to
my palate due to
my love of the
fine taste that
beauty has when
entwined with bitterness,
that stardust was
made for you.
Emerging,
briefly,
from the turmoil
of the murky pool
of negativity
and prolonged anxiety
from which I
have been inhabiting.
And yet
never before has
the world
appeared quite so
magnificent,
colors brighter,
emotions more deeply felt.
Be warned though:
do not mistake
my moods
for weakness.
I am a storm,
a winding tornado,
within flesh.
I am a dragon
spewing flames,
ready to devour
those who
would bring me
down again.
I recoil
like a serpent
from his touch
not due to repulsion
but due to fear.
Anxiety transforms me
into a wild animal
frightened by the world,
attacking with fangs and claws
before it can do the same to me.
You want to feel alive?
Tear your heart out
from where it hides
in your chest,
hold it in front of you
like a sword.
Let the wild animals
that other people
try to hide within themselves
feast upon pieces of it.
They will only take what they need.
Once they're done,
you will feel the pain
and it will be excruciating
and nearly unbearable
but your heart
(that you are told is fragile)
will still be beating,
loudly and vigorously,
and pulsing with life
despite the new
teeth and claw marks that adorn it.
If it can survive, so can you.
To feel alive,
quit being so goddamned
paralyzed by terror
and let the wild animal
within you roam freely
My name is Jodeanna(jo-dee-na). I am 26 years old. I enjoy sarcasm, reading, writing, listening to strangers' life stories, talking, laughing, the absurd, listening to all genres of music, and looking at art.
Favourite Movies
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
Favourite TV Shows
FIREFLY!
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Tom Waits, Anna Ternheim, Janis Joplin, Puscifer, A Perfect Circle