From time to time I write poetry, and I will use this page to put on poems I have created from my classes or just cause I want to share them with the world.
The Boy I Love
Here I am hunched over another
He is sleeping peacefully without knowing anything is wrong
He is sleeping away and I am watching him breathe in and out
Slowly his chest is moving, and I am there lying beside him
My love for him is so deep not even the gods can break it
I love him and he is my world
It is because of him I know what love is like
We can laugh, and cry, and fight and still say I love you the next day
We can argue and vent to each other about our troubles without being judged at all
We know everything about each other yet there is always something new to learn about him
The way he sticks out and does not fit into society’s normalness
The fact that he has six piercings and loves to play with guns
He sleeps peacefully unaware of the devotion I have for him
Without him I would not be able to live
Without him life would not be living without my best friend
My loving caring boyfriend that loves me and treats me with respect
One who cares about me deeply no matter how crazy I act, and one who can deal with the insanity that comes with being a writer.
I love the man sleeping peacefully, and I will always love him no matter what.
For better or worse I know that no matter what happens he will always be there for me
Because I love him more than life itself and I know that the boy sleeping peacefully without a care in the world is the one there for me for life or until death takes me away.
Like a bad luck cat it waits.
The color of night.
No white at all.
Hunting in the moonlight with the inky sky and yellow moon shining brightly.
In the night sky overhead.
Underneath the starry night.
Waiting for a mouse to catch in its mouth.
A black hunting owl is in the willow tree
It sees the cat chasing the prey.
A guinea pig the color of coal is in a house stuck in a cage waiting for its owner to play
A spider waits in a cemetery with a nest and webs cover the headstones and
A black bat waits in a mausoleum
They love to wait in the caves and the crypts for flies to eat
Waiting during the day
Hunting at night…
When the sun falls down into the ground
The bats spring to life.
They love to chase insects
Huge flies are what they love to feast on
During the dusk night creatures come out
Zombies come out of their spots waiting to devour people that wander by
Ghouls come out to eat the stray ones left behind ones that wander too close to the flesh eater
Vampires wake from their coffins
Witches fly on midnight brooms
Darkness takes over blocking the sun.
As the last of the rays fade
The creatures come out into the night to wreak havoc on people
Mansions are vampires place to live
Werewolves turn on the full moon and run around screaming into the night
Chasing prey with two feet instead of four
Asylums are pitch black when no one is gone
Waiting to take a persons mind to places that are not allowed waiting to swallow them up.
Never the energy or thoughts
It waits to swallow you whole
It waits to tear you apart.
It waits to rip you into pieces
It waits because you let him out
You summoned it
You made it real
It wears a black cape and fangs so sharp it can tear through anything
Destruction is what it can and loves to commit
It loves the dark and revels in it
That is all it loves to do
Which is why I love the color black and the creatures that reside in the dark.
Customers look Down on Workers:
I dream of getting out of retail
I hate some of the people who shop there because of their attitudes.
I hate the customers that don’t have to work at all since they make enough money from their spouses.
The ones are the ones who have no idea that calling an associate by beckoning them like a dog is not the way to get their attention.
They treat the workers badly by not giving them the respect they deserve
They treat us like we are their slaves not human beings.
Like we are stupid and cannot understand them when they gesture to us like a three year old.
Like we dropped out of high school to have kids and that is why we work there with no life, and our life is meaningless.
That we are only put there to serve them.
I graduated high school
Right now almost finished with a two year degree
Yet they still treat us like we are dumb.
They gesture to me when they want my attention like they cannot be bothered to talk to a retail worker.
When they want us to find them something then I exist they get on their knees to my height and talk to me like a three year old making me think that customers are the idiots that assume I am a child
As if I am a 3 year old…
As if they think I have a low IQ and did not go to college
Some of the workers like me do go to college or are going to high school
Some of us are trying to get by or have cars to pay off.
Some have kids and are going through nursing programs at a community college or trade school
Why do they treat us so horribly?
We are smart not dumb
They will never understand how they treat us unless they have been in our shoes
They attack us for not helping them when we try our best to please them or find out what they want.
Get us in trouble for the stupidest things ever
I hate it getting in trouble just because I had no idea where a sports bra was when it was not my area.
I hate them the customers that get you for every stupid thing one glaring at me to ring them up when I had a customer
Some are impatient little kids
A guy got mad because I was helping one of the nice customers out with a purchase and he was an ass too
Their attitudes towards employees looking down on us for working there and making money
Some mad because we don’t break the rules for their stupid cheap watches fixing them when we are not allowed and get in serious trouble if it were to break.
Asking things like: Do you understand what I am talking about?
Or, “I don’t think you understand me.”
Duh you moron…I understand perfectly well the words coming out of your mouth.
Would you like me to speak Spanish the next time you idiots ask that?
The people’s eyes downcast towards us like we should be ashamed for working there when the economy sucks.
A rich area full of people who get what they want no matter what even if they have to make you lose your job to get what they want.
The will fuss up a storm, and get the damn manager on you
Or tell you, “You did it wrong.” In a rude way like you’re a dog that pooped in their yard.
Not understanding we are not slaves, servants, or dogs to be ordered around we are people and we deserved to be treated that way.
I always wondered why he is screaming like he is in terror or feeling insanity.
Driven by the insanity of his mind? I know how he is feeling especially when I work jewelry and phones at the same time.
Driven crazy by the thoughts that plagued his soul?
I can relate to that since my mind never stops at all..
The writing gene drives my thoughts crazy like the way he expresses himself.
People see him in the background but do nothing like the sheep they are..
They stare when he screams in terror.
I wonder still why.
A picture with a sunset on the background
Crimson like blood
Trace of orange evident in the picture like a bright roaring fire in a living room.
Overlooking a swirling lake on a dock…
He wore a black shirt like a funeral shroud screaming for his life?
Maybe he ended up in a mental hospital in the end?
A supernatural force chases him waiting to take his soul.
He could even be screaming thanks to burning on the inside.
In anguish and anger with despair and anxiety plaguing his mind
The passersby look on not realizing how he feels
All the pain that is terrorizing him day after day
He could have become homeless with nowhere to go
He could have seen a spirit that wishes vengeance on his life.
A moment of hopelessness and despair witnessed only by himself
Is it a really desperate situation that led him to howl in pain car gone, home gone, and broke?
Anguish set in, and despair takes over there is nothing left for him now making him with for a quick death.
There could be a hit man after him
Something chasing him a nightmare not a dream
A force, or a ghost that wants vengeance
It could be anything making him howl like his skin boiling on the outside.
Making him freak and scream for his life in terror while the innocent town people do nothing to ease his pain.
It could just be himself worrying for no reason like I do about this and that…
It could be everything and nothing.
Why is he doing that howling like that did he see a flesh eating zombie rotting from the outside?
What made him do that maybe he drank too much?
I work retail and write.
I feel like him sometimes when my mind is driving me too crazy to sleep.
Insanity though is one of the traits of a writer, and I can relate to the poem in that way.
All poems are owned and copyrighted by Jessica Samuels.
Copyright 2012 by: Jessica Samuels
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in retrieval system, copied in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise transmitted without written permission from the author. This page is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. The poems may not be resold or given away to other people. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.