Category Archives: Poetry

My Shiny, Shiny Little Pebble Drop

Oh, my shiny, shiny little pebble drop
You fell from the sky and into my palm
Sliding over my tough, tough skin
You are so delicate, so fragile
But, in the sun, you shine so bright
You mirror what you see
So, as I stare into you
You stare back at me
Oh, my shiny, shiny little pebble drop
When I let you slip through my fingers
You fall like you fell from the sky and into my palm
But, now you are joined by many, many others
Oh, my shiny, shiny little pebble drop
You fell from the sky and into my palm
And I let you drip into a puddle
Where you glisten ever brighter
So that as the world stares at you
You can mirror the world

–  Jessica Santos

© 2017 Jessica Santos

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The Cross’s Deceit

Her sight blurs
And her balance falters.
Slowly, she sinks to the ground.
“What is happening to me?” she begs,
While a throbbing ache in her side persists.

Throwing the drawer open,
She searches for any blade.
Finding none she grasps a glass jar
And with one great crash
It shatters at her feet.

Slicing her fingers,
She holds an angled peice close to her pride,
Preparing for the first incision.
She gulps down her strength
But the lady walks in.

Calmly, she clears the glass away.
“No dear, that is not your remedy,” she states.
Then, picks her up
And sets her down on the metal table

Fastening her legs upon some stirups
And shoving her on her back,
She chooses a metal probe.
“Now, take a deep breath,” she smiles.

A twinkle flashes into those eyes.
It is hardly noticed
As her legs are instantly parted
And with one fluid movement,
An icy chill rips through her
Snooping over private hills and tiny crevices.

What was left of her precious is lost.
Only a desire to scream pervades;
But, her mouth remains shut.

“Just a little longer,” the lady coos.
(As if she could even be aware of time)
But, just as the wondrous wonder adjusts,
A sharp jab consumates more
Sending a swift reminder.
And, just as it began,
The lady removes her wand.

Words pass through the air
Followed by a torn note.
She crams it into her pocket,
Like the thought of return,
And clumsily walks away
Dripping in red.

The footsteps she leaves are not to be followed;
But, exiting the double doors,
She glances into familiar eyes.

© 2016 Jessica Santos

Pay Day

You can see her during the week
Working harder than any other
No one knows why
It’s a shit job after all
But she works her ass off
Making sandwiches to order
Scrubbing floors of their filth
And when she’s not there
She scrambles from class to class
Jotting down every other note
Eagerly taking in every word
Her hours are packed to the minute
Yet, on her one day off
She awakes at the crack of dawn
Listening to the steady rhythms of a soft beat
They echo her own
And when he awakes
Neither move to get up
He only tucks her deeper into his arms

© 2016 Jessica Santos

Pennies

Okay, here’s the deal
We want speed
But don’t forget to make it pretty
You can’t just slap it on
Call it a day
And move on
No
We don’t work like that
So you won’t either

Hurry up though
Time is ticking
Tempers are rising
They pay good money after all
The funniest part
You will only get ten an hour

How you will manage?
I do not know
To be honest
I do not care
Just clock in on time
Leave quickly
And always wear that smile
Cause if you don’t
They will know exactly how miserable you are

© 2016 Jessica Santos

Broke

Thats the thing
Sometimes it fades away
Sometimes its just lost
No one wants to believe it
So we fight
Give it our all
Trying to change
But that doesn’t happen overnight
It takes time
Which is ironic
When it began with a split decision
Yet, here we are
Where day after day has piled up
Slowly spilling over the brim
Before finally breaking through
And rushing out

© 2016 Jessica Santos