By Jenny Dempsey
8/21/02
I'm looking
At my ninteen year old
Face-
In the mirror
I've had
Since I
Was 2.
It has reflected
Me
All these years-
My personal
"Me Vision."
Through
Pretty smiles and
Bad acne.
It's held up.
So have I.
By Jenny Dempsey
8/31/02
I am in Pacific
Beach
Sipping an iced mocha
(that would not have gone near my lips a year ago!)
Belonging.
I feel I belong.
The sea breeze welcomes me.
I belong
In sunny days
With sunned skin
Walking bikini clad
flip
flop
flip
flop
down the boardwalk
With my
Soul Sister
By my side.
If I leave
I will forever leave
My footprints
In the sand.
I am part of this world.
This world is part of me.
By Jenny Dempsey
9/14/02
Guitar strumming
strumming heard
in the air
as we walked by a
beach house full of boys
"Hey...
Can I play?"
(the timid mouse emerged from cells deep!)
I play. I sing.
Good?Bad?Good?Bad?
Who gives a damn?
I play. I sing.
People hear me.
People
Hear
Me.
By Jenny Dempsey
9/29/02
Marva said
She didn't know
What she would do
If I
Didn't
Exist.
I told her
That I don't know
What I would do
If I
Didn't
Exist
either.
By Jenny Dempsey
10/10/02
I should not be doing this.
But another dose of boredom I'd rather miss.
They're trying to set boundaries on our brains.
And reaching outside is quite a strain.
But I still should not be doing this.
Who knows what I'm going to miss.
Time will travel very far
Will it come back to where we are?
Basing future upon a letter
Just how I could have done better.
Taking smiles over frowns
Casting eyes upon the ground
The truth is somewhere to be found.
By Jenny Dempsey
I want
to be
loved.
I want
to be
cared for.
Love me.
Don't
leave
me.
Leave me.
Don't
Love
me.
By Jenny Dempsey
6/10/02
Little trips within my youth
Will forever echo in my bones-
They strengthen me, as if calcium:
Full of loud music and giggles-
And open car windows sucking in the freeway breeze-
And waves to passing strangers-
Glances and stares from boys-
And sand in your hair-
And sunshine on your back-
And pink toe nails and blue eyeshadow-
Passion fruit lipgloss shared among the young lips, the scent staining the interior of the car with sweetness-
And chilly malls-
And mirrored fitting rooms-
And spilled chocolate milk shakes-
And jeans that scream second skin-
Lightning gel that changes to blonde-
And undeveloped pictures that truly hold unknown beauty-
And cameras that snap away at moments that you wish you could consume-
And starry night skys that reflect off the darkness like freckles on faces-
And arriving late-
And coming home past midnight-
Sipping on iced mochas that make taste buds dance with delight-
Wearing clothing that exposes a fake-tanned tummy that bounces with the steps in my platform flip flops-
Sweating buckets while dancing in flashing lights among a crowd smoshed together, music rattling teeth and shaking hips-
Running from the tide-
Laughing until breath is stolen and tears are present-
Golden glow of a fading afternoon upon shoulders bare-
Exposing souls and secrets to other versions of yourself-
And wearing sunglasses-
And painting your face with outerlayers that hide-
And falling down and losing your gum-
And not being able to fall asleep until past one-
And succombing to cookies and milk (for breakfast)-
And linking arms
linking the past
linking the present
linking the future
together
with souls that can't fade
From your heart
And voices that will be heard
On hot summer evenings
Or chilly winter nights-
Or whenever you dig deep and
Remember your
Youth.
By Jenny Dempsey
3/2/03
I am not longing for guilt vacations
From your bank account...
They dont go straight to my heart,
Unlike your words
That often times
Ring in my ears for hours and hours.
I dont want to eat your sand castles for breakfast.
I dont want to bathe in your stories of sorrow after dinner.
I am thinking I don't want to be with...
I am really seriously agreeing that I dont need what I am yearning for...
But I am who I am
And who I am gives in
To casual confusion.
Thank goodness for ice cream.
(soothing the heart at the worst of times)
By Jenny Dempsey
3/2/03
Floating
Vaguely
Through
Skies
Blue.
Yelling
Screaming
For what is true.
Holding hostage
Shady dreams
Things just arnt what they seem.
If being pretty is the key,
Then where does that leave me?
(outinthecold.outinthecold.outinthecold.)
By Jenny Dempsey
3/2/03
Tunnel vision
Lean in and listen
To me
Tonight
And tell me
That not all is right
For that is what
I truly want to hear...
Now please pass me another beer.
