My name is Jacqueline Beth. Here you will find various writings by myself. Poetry, free lance writings and even some short stories. Thank you for visiting! ~ Jackie
"I wasn't born to fit in, I was born to stand out!"
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Standing in the middle of a dry land, dirt stone dry. Trees, scarce on the earth, are dry, leafless and bare. They are all caught on fire, just a lick of a flame on every single branch. The fire does not spread through the trees, remains in the tips, making smoke surround me.
I get to my knees, my black hair thin and drying, my eyes wet from tears, skin and bones is my frame.
I look at the sky and scream as loud as my little voice will carry, I scream “WHY,” half choking on the smoke that filled the night sky.
Thunder starts to rumble in the distance, the sky opens and a face appears. “Because,” says the gruff voice, “you were chosen to make a difference.”
“But why are you chosing me for this, why not someone else?” I scream, sobbing.
“You are strong, I will never give you something you can’t handle.” The voice replied back.
“Take it back, I don’t want to be like this, you think the world will understand?”
“In time,” the voice murmured back.
The clouds closed and the face vanished. I stood up, and surrounding me I saw tall buildings and people and streets lined with cars.
I looked by my side, there stood the girl I loved, I took her hand, and we went to the store, where we were stared at by everyone, I strode the isle as confident as I could, I had a purpose in this world.
The hairs on my arms stand straight up.
The thrumming of my heart, I am sure anyone with a five mile radius can hear.
The sweat trickles down my back, with the passion of the night.
I roll over, and see him there, my love, my heart, my other.
I touch his cheek and he smiles with his eyes closed.
He brushes his lips against mine, and we kiss and dive into the pool of endless love again.
I am his, forever.
Alone in the dark, a little boy on his bed, silently weeping.
His life crumbling before him, his emotions are taking over.
His wish, to Marry The Night, in a sense, getting over it.
Not letting it effect him, but still, he lays there and weeps.
People pass by him, his bed in the middle of a train station.
He pretends to sleep as they pass.
He does not like to expose himself, his emotions are his own privacy.
He wakes from his nightmare.
He rises from his bed, eyes wet from tears, he fell asleep crying again that night.
He opens the door, and there lays his trust, honor and hope.
He invites them in, asking them to join him.
He sits on his bed, and starts to spill his fears, his anger, his emotions.
He cries as he does so, but he knows he is able to freely with them.
They listen, they hear him pour his heart out, and they are there for him.
For they will always be there.
He thought he was alone, how wrong he was.
He cries until his well runs dry, no more allowed out.
He spends the entire day with the three and feels better that night.
He tells trust, honor and hope good night.
He crawls back into his bed, curls up and falls asleep.
No tears this time, as he knows he is not alone.
The nightmares are no more, he is finally at peace.
dedicated to: My Sweet Cheeks
I wear a smile, so plain to see,
So you will not see, what is really torchering me.
A proud, tall grin, across my lovely face,
When inside my heart, just struck a strong, foreful mace.
Confused, hurt, lost all the same,
Help me get through this, endless, torchering game.
Someone to talk to, someone to care,
Is there someone out there like that, someone, somewhere?
At times I feel alone, and I want to just cry,
But I wear my smile, day by day and pass it by.
I find it easiest to let it pass by,
Sometimes I wish I could let the feelings soar free, just fly.
I know they are there, right in front of me,
Sometimes I wish to just scream, let me be.
My heart is aching, I wish not to feel the pain,
I scream to it again, I scream in vain.
I let the words pour, from my fingers, they flee,
I let my emotions flood out, flood to thee.
Finally someone to listen to me at last,
Someone to hear me, and it becomes my past.
dedicated to: My Sweet Cheeks
Love isn’t always an explosion of fireworks.
It doesn’t always make you gasp and beg for more.
It won’t be brighter than the sun during the day.
It won’t leave colorful marks everywhere you go.
Fireworks, have the finale, then whats left?
Nothing.
Chiming bells, birds chirping softly at dawn.
The waking of a foal, the soft crooning of a rooster.
The smell of lilacs, the soft breeze of the ocean wind.
Feet in the sand, letters on a page, perfume lightly sprayed.
Love can be that soft, but oh so sweet.
It makes it easier to love, nothing rushed,
Nothing pushed, no pressure.
Just the feeling of the heart is all that’s needed.
In the end, it can be one of the best feelings in the world.
The feeling…..LOVE.
dedicated to My Superman
Follow The Star
Make me smile, make me laugh,
you have my heart, no turning back.
Take my hand, we will go far,
The distance is upon us, follow the star.
Brown, the substance, Dirt.
Bathed into a basin of water.
Sloshed from side to side, until it is dissolved.
Looking through the side, it is hard to see the other side, meshed with the liquid.
The once clear water, now filtered with Dirt.
The once beautiful substance, tainted with an energy, opposite its own.
The hardness of the color, not meshing with the crystal clarity, of the fresh liquid.
The happiness that once was, is no more.
Until I Met You….
- tomorrow was just another day
- work was my escape from reality
- i would lounge around in pjs not caring
- i love you was just a set of words i said to my family
- night time was the dreaded nightmares
- i never cared to wake to talk to anyone
- i didn’t think i was beautiful
Now that I met you…….everything has changed.
A day without you is like a day without the sun.
Black, dark, depressing, lonesome.
A day without you is like a lifetime without air.
No way to breathe, no willingness to go on.
A day without you is like a house with no family.
Empty, bare, unloved, uncared for.
My days with you are too wonderful to put into words.
Days with you, are my world, as are you.
I close my eyes and think of you.
I envision us together, just us two.
Walking down the beach, hand in hand.
Going to lay down together, out in the sand.
I turn my head to the side,
See you there, and smile wide.
I know what I feel will always be true.
I will make it, as long as I have you.
I hold the knife in my hand, wondering how it would feel.
Would there be pain? Would i even care?
If it ended my so called life, wasn’t that all that mattered.
I hated the hell I was being trapped in.
Hated all my feelings and emotions.
Most nights I couldn’t contain myself.
Always having to feed off friends, to get it off my chest.
Sometimes I would not even feel better.
Sometimes laying it all out, just made it all more surreal.
I lay down, curl up and cry til my well has run dry.
My heart has now cratered, is nothing but a mere hole.
What is the point of my existence?
Thank you to my brother, for always being cruel to me.
You made me not want to be like you.
Thank you to my sister, for being the stuck up bitch in the family.
You made me not want to be like you.
Thank you for the girls that made fun of my weight in school.
You taught me being unkind is horrid.
Thank you for not accepting me the way I am.
It taught me that acceptance is the key in life.
So in this, i personally thank all the haters, bitches, assholes, and bullies.
You made me never want to be anything like you.
Because of you, i am the amazing person i am today.
So again, Thank You.
I text you good morning, call you to say good night,
This is how i know, my life will be all right,
You are a push of a button, a dial away,
Sometimes I call you, to hear you my way.
Your voice chimes in my heart, and in my soul.
I know we will, forever be foretold.
Friendship knows no age, time, distance, religion, or race. It only knows that person, for exactly who they are.
My online friends are as real to me as anyone I could be friends here with. Only difference is, we can’t go “out” places. We can’t have lunch together or go to the park. But what does that matter? Is that how you really get to know a person? No, it’s about talking, spending time together. I talk about my online friends as they were here, as they are here. Cause they are, they are part of me and my heart.
I have had many people look at me oddly after I say I have only known someone for 4 months and calling them one of my best friends. But on the inside I look at them the exact same way, because they don’t know them, they don’t know you. Because I am sure if they did, they would understand exactly what I mean.
We talk, we have sleepovers, we laugh, we virtually hug, we are the others best halves.
Never far apart, always on my mind,
You are amazing, truly one of a kind.
You touch my heart, you touch my soul,
I will love you always, my heart was something you stole.
I never expected, to find someone like you,
but this way, i know what we share, is pure, its true.
Down the long, winding path we will go,
Lets walk together, none to slow.
