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Jan12

Unbelievable

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The heart she had destroyed
always told its you
not me
I’m at fault
I’m selfish
I did wrong
I was left
no one wanted to save me

I was pushed
I told myself
it is your own fault
I am unlucky
I am the problem
I am the only one who does bad
It is my pride, my ego
my judgement, my choice
that brought me down

I hear them say
you are a nobody
somebody who can’t
definitely shouldn’t
wear a craze lunatic sign
you freak
you have no heart to give
hospitalization, jail, die
is your only choice
we will make sure you love no more

good thing, I don’t listen either.

-Jennie Nawrocki

Jan12

Generations

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Coming from varied cultures
Bright with possibility
An interaction of sounds
Bustling uncomfortable barriers
Joining conversational pauses
For moments of laughter
Continually repeating
Growing productive passageways
Respective of all lifespans

-Jennie Nawrocki

Jan12

Dreams

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In slumber their vibrance
joins yesterday, today and tomorrow.
As awake, plans full of imaginations filled with
romance, wealth, prosperity, happiness
pipe dreams, they are all pipe dreams
only to shatter in the bitter cold.
In there somewhere a drop
without greed, selfishness, falsehoods
based on strength and true substance
changes the flow down the pipe
concentrating one drop at a time
warming the surrounding environment to
becoming comfy, cozy, content.
Soon the long hollow shaft smoothly guides
no longer frozen and jaded
willing to allow a more pure filtered sustenance.
These resulting dreams no longer
rot with bubbles of impossibility
but are refined out of reality
flexible enough to satisfy all.

-Jennie Nawrocki

Jan12

Transition

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Pages of thoughts cover despair to elation,
flowing seamlessly without meaning,
leaving questions unanswered.

Ties released endless pain,
feelings based on deception,
time tormented through acts,
what was to believe,
but faith lost, trust gone.

Gasping for reality among the toxic fumes,
must try another path
but the bike goes nowhere,
sweeping aside drips of saline,
from conjured invisible terror or fake deities,
dreams float in this error.

Blunt movement ceases everything,
disappearing rampant fear of impending doom,
words of hope appear,
from changed perceptions.

Begin filling empty pages with ease,
building pleasant scenarios,
over time revealing truth,
and why’s are no longer worrisome,
relaxed, relieved to be at home.

Jan12

Listen

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It’s an art, it’s a way, the porthole to another world.
To really listen, you have to wear their shoes,
where they have come from,
their experiences, hopes for the future,
their wants and wishes,
their feelings,
times they are blatant, others not so much,
they reveal their needs, in their own way.

They are not you and you are not them.
Your agenda, your thoughts, your dreams
are not theirs,
unless you are on the same page,
many times not,
in fact you could be reading different books.

You didn’t hear me!
I heard but that was not my path, my way, my thoughts.
A collision of words.
Will you listen to me!
I am listening!
No you are not!

To do what is asked,
to have others feel like you are listening,
you have to wear their shoes,
where they have come from,
their experiences,
their hopes for the future,
their wants and wishes,
their feelings.

That goes beyond listening,
that is compassion,
empathy,
respect,
love.

-Jennie Nawrocki

Jan12

Science

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parallels abound in biology
stewing formulas in chemistry
while physics defines movement
among the angles of geometry
infinite lines pass
connecting into forms
vectors flow around
streaming in light and sound
shapes of splendor
distorted triangles, squares, circles
become prisms, cubes, spheres evolved
affecting spectrums of waves
forces push, weights pull
counter balance is the key
anything out of line
couldn’t be fine

-Jennie Nawrocki

Jan11

Tomorrow

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I saw tomorrow
as a better day
forgetting to be grateful
during the moments of today

I strive for a future
that may never be
realizing that without
hope ambition dies

Expectations were my failure
living for wants
not seeing fulfillment
in the tiniest of needs

They call it the big picture
visions of whats to be
missing the imperfections
realities bring each day

Live to accept what may never be
while missing all the despondency
every positive movement
choreographs actions of tomorrow

-Jennie Nawrocki

Dec15

Sadness

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bodies tainted with fear
identities disappeared
innocence lost
forever scarred

devastation rages
void of all compassion
not seeing the soul
only the target

gunned into submission
until broken of life
a box for the victims
remembered under granite

saline filled memories
cease the pain
through solutions unfolded
awareness breeds prevention

-Jennie Nawrocki

Dec11

From Fantasy to Reality

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the fantasy of love is
rainbows wrapped in cotton candy
finding magical unicorns
romance in moonbeams
a dozen red roses ten times over
knights in shiny armor
buggy rides through the city lights
running amongst wildflowers
strolls to the beach
your dreamy happy ending
all are fireworks to explode

uncovering the realities of love is
picking up laundry soap after a long day
listening to the same story over and over again
being with someone when they don’t want to talk
cooking a dish you despise because they like it
playing cards with someone who isn’t in for the win
making a person laugh that is angry, sad, or happy
knowing when to let go
painting a wall again because it was a shade off
waiting at the DMV together
sews together the hidden truth of relationships

-Jennie Nawrocki

Dec9

Never

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I never imagined you would let me down
I never believed my trust would dissipate
I never thought you would put words into anothers mouth
I never wanted to stray from your love

Never Say Never

I never felt my heart explode
I never cried in public
I never had sadness or disappointment rule
I never knew evil wins over good

Never Say Never

I never pondered I would be a card catalog for communication
I never saw so many people say two different things
I never viewed a photo as a weapon
I never understood how when I said “stop” you took it as a yes

Never Say Never

I never stuck through the hardships of love
I never sought the comfort of another untainted with fear
I never participated in sharing emotions with no judgement
I never was open to be vulnerable enough for love

Never Say Never

-Jennie Nawrocki