Beauty is harsh. *

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I am not an artist or a poet or an author. I'm just myself. Sometimes I write poetry. Sometimes I sit in my pyjamas eating peanut butter out of the jar.

This blog is where I'm going to put things I've written. If you read them then I hope you like them.

Everything written here is copyright to myself, Jessica Davies,


Themed by Monique Tendencia.

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Winter Song

Winter Song

I went to Regents park today
(not st james’, because it only
makes me think of you). I watched
the ducks and the grey sky
and thought about how lonely
I am.

It is not missing you
that makes me feel like this.
Rather, it is the absence of
missing you. I think I fixed
my heart, but in doing so I lost
your smile, the memory of your touch,
the way you used to say my name.

I don’t know if it was worth it.

         -J. Davies

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Sonnet no. 1

(I like sonnets, I just do.)

Sonnet no. 1

you twisted your fingers in my hair
and jerked my head upwards to look
into your eyes, dark and purposeful

“tell me what you want” you said
and when all I could do was stare,
open mouthed and desperate, you
pulled again, impatient.

it hurt. i had never been so turned on.

your thumb was hot on the side of my jaw,
your body trembling imperceptibly, your
lips torn dark and wanting, your heart
aching, aching loud in your chest

I wanted you like nothing else, and so I
reached out, tongue tied, and claimed you.

-J. Davies

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Snippet of something more

but right now nothing
matters exept for this:
your face, so dear, in my
hands.

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Warning

(This is the first thing I wrote when I started writing again)

Warning

warning
i did not shower today
and so i smell like sleep
and the coffee
which we had for breakfast

the ghosts of your fingerprints
are still on my wrists,
your kisses sticky to my collarbone.
so that i cannot forget.

i guess i wanted to keep you
and not lose the feeling
of your body over mine
keeping me down and sane.

i guess i wanted to smell like you
all day
so that everyone would know
the dirty loving things
you did to me last night

         -J. Davies

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Sea Light

I have a whole backlog of things I want to post here, but for now I’m going to start with the most recent thing I’ve written. From yesterday morning after a nighttime blizzard:

Sea Light

the snow on my windows
gives the light in my room
an eerie green-white glow

it feels like i am underwater,
a mermaid hidden in a secret cave.

I don’t want to be hidden.
Darling, come here and place
your crisscross hands right here
on my heart.

        -J. Davies