My Poems
Written by Jessica M. Hackney
Awakened By Her A picture is worth a thousand words. At least this is what I have heard. You can take a picture, put it in your pocket, and never look at it again, but don’t forget to take it out my friend. If you begin to wash your clothes this will not be much fun, because now the ink has began to run. Colors of orange, red, and blue on your socks and pants, oh, but what could be worse? You’re standing in ants. They start to bite from head to toe. People pass by, but they don’t know. They start laughing and you’re saying “what’s so funny?” The next thing you see is the Easter bunny. You start to think “am I dead?” Luckily for you, you were just knocked in the head. Kicking and squirming as you were, she rolls over and wakes you up right next to her. “You were just dreaming”, she says with her eyes open just a peep, “so roll over, shut up, and go back to sleep!”
Environmental Conversations I lie awake some nights and have conversation with all that is around me. The night sky tells me, “tomorrow is a new day, a day for a fresh start and new beginning”. The moon tells me, “I will guide you as you walk down the dark path and be the light at your side”. The crickets chirping outside my window tell me, “tonight is a nice night out, but the next day comes so for now it is time to rest”. I lay awake some nights and have conversation with all that is around me, but as I go to speak, it becomes quiet and now I sleep ready for tomorrows new day, a right path to take, a night out with friends and now I can rest. Written December 1, 2005
From Me to You Who are you? To begin I didn’t know. A sweet, gentle, kind person that you never did show. With your big blue eyes and pretty blond hair, I wondered “should I talk to him, would I dare?” You looked at me crazy when I first said hello. I felt bad, like a truck engine getting ready to blow. Even though I thought you hated me when I bugged you on the bus, you never raised a riot, not even a fuss. I continued to talk to you as the days went by and closer and closer became you and I. We got to know each other and became good friends and now all our stories have really long ends. Now as I look into your eyes, I’m afraid it’s time for me to say my good-bye’s. So let me try to bid you adieu. Adieu, adieu from me to you.
Have You Ever Have you ever seen a child’s face light up like the heavens? Have you ever seen the rain start pouring down on a sunny day? Have you ever seen a bird spread its wings and fly? Have you ever wondered how the far away sun still makes the flowers bloom? Have you ever seen two people in love and wonder how love truly is when you find the right person to share it with? Have you ever wondered why some things are meant to be? Have you ever wondered “why” or “what if”? Have you ever?
I Love You You use to follow me from one place to another, and every day you told me you loved me. I never knew you could be so great, that one day our true love would soon find fate. We grew closer you and I. Closer and closer as the days passed by. One day as I was talking to you, a voice from somewhere in the blue, told me to say the same thing back to you. I remember your voice the day I told you. It sounded as if someone has run over you with a train or two. No as I am so near, let me try to make my words more clear‌ I Love You!
I Miss You I miss the way you always use to cry on my shoulder when I was the one upset. I miss the way you would hold me, gentle, but close, when you hugged me. I miss the way you use to tell me you loved me, like you were talking to an angel. I miss the way you use to sing song after song of how much I meant to you. I miss your soft, yet firm voice when you talked of your child life. I miss your long black locks of hair that I would sit and play with for hours at a time. But most of all I miss you!
In Loving Memory of Jesse Hammond Hackney
I Wish I Could Go Back I wish I could go back to the way thing use to be, when you and I would sit inside and think of the way life should be. I wish I could go back to the time I fell and you caught me in the air, just like angels were there. I wish I could go back to the day that you told me you’d be my friend, at that time I thought the world had no end. I wish I could go back to the night we stayed up and talked all night, like no one else was insight. I wish I could go back to the first time you told me you love me. It felt like the earth crumbled beneath me. I wish I could go back, back in time‌
I Wish I Could Remember I wish I could remember the day I was born, to see all the looks on all the faces that day. I wish I could remember the day I took my first step, just to see how far I went. I wish I could remember when I was little, so I could see how much fun I had. I wish I could remember all the fun we have had together, most of the times I do remember none-the-less. I wish I could remember every word you ever told me while you were still here. I wish I could remember every day I have been here. I wish I could remember the reason you had to leave. The reason it had to be so soon.
If You Knew If I told you what you mean to me, it would be more than sincere, but to find the right words to tell you is what I mostly fear. I love you more than anything, even more then the air I breathe, and when you go to work each night, it’s hard for me to let you leave We have stuck together through the most, from good times and bad. Even through the days we lost a husband and a dad. You are the best and greatest mother. I mean, for gosh sakes, you gave me the world’s greatest brother. Now that I have said that, I thought I’d let you know, I love you more than I could ever show. Through all things, big and small, I just hope you know I love you the most of all.
Written For Penny Joann Caruso Hackney
I’m Sorry…Him, You, and I I’m sorry that he left you. I’m sorry that he said he cared. I’m sorry that you believed he did. I’m sorry that you dared. I’m sorry that I can’t do more and that when you cried that I ran for the door. I’m sorry that he did what he did. I’m sorry that he said he loved you. I’m sorry that you got hurt so bad. I’m sorry that you said you loved him too. I’m sorry that I can’t write this well in pen, and that when you closed your heart that you wouldn’t let me in. I’m sorry you don’t think you can get over it, even though I know you can. But I will always be here to lend you a helping hand.
It’s Hard to be A Girl It’s hard to be a girl in the world today. Boy’s think you’re supposed to do everything they say. Well let me tell you something, it doesn’t work that way? Rappers, muggers, they all go for the girls. It’s hard to live in this screwed up world. Let me tell you something boys, you think you’ve got it hard, just wait until your wife starts beating you with a bar. Yea, some of you boys think we deserve it sometimes. Well let me hit you with a bar five or six times. Then to have your kid we go through nice months of pain, and all you do to help is pick out a name! If you think that’s all we’re about is pink ribbons and good luck, well then you’re nothing but a sitting duck.
Letter to Ms. Becky (Dear Ms. Becky: I know you’ve known me for quite some time, so I thought I would make you this quick Memory Rhyme.)
I remember the day I met you. Of course how could anyone forget you? We were the new people on the block and you just had to stop. You were raising some cane and having a fuss, about a dog to let you know if you must. As years went on, we all became good friends and now our stores never end. We have been together through good times and bad, even the day two young kids lost a dad. As we all know, we all continued to grow older and smarter, until the oldest lost her father. Even then you stuck beside me so I guess I can end my rhyming. I just thought I’d let you know I love you and don’t ever let me go. P.S. I hope you had a wonderful Birthday and many more for years to come.
Written for Rebecca Palmisano
Letter to Ms. Becky {Pt. 2}
I remember the day I met you. Of course how could anyone forget you? We were the new people on the block and you just had to stop. You were raising some cane and having a fuss, about a dog to let you know if you must. As years went on, we all became good friends and now our stores never end. We have been together through good times and bad, even the day two young kids lost a dad. As we all know, we all continued to grow older and smarter, until the oldest lost her father. Even then you stuck beside me and now you continue to be. We were also together through the death of another, the younger two’s step-father. All three men were such wonderful people, and one day we will join them at the steeple. As we go through life we continue to grow, so I just thought I’d let you know, I love you and don’t ever let me go. P.S. I hope you had a wonderful Birthday and many more for years to come.
Written for Rebecca Palmisano
Letter to Tony {What we have to say to you}
(Tony: Here’s a message from a few of us. When Tony lived in South Carolina.)
Mom says “hi” and sends her love. Daddy is watching over us from somewhere above. Amanda wants to dress you up like a girl, but this time she wants to show you off to the world. Gerald and Erin, although they have only seen you one time, said they hope you are doing just fine. Michael and Eddie can’t wait to see you again. After all, you are their very best friend. As for me (Jessica), You are just who I really can’t wait to see. I love you for this I hope you know and promise to never ever let me go. Tell all those around you that we all say hello, but for now I must end my rhyming with a good-bye hug and kiss to follow. XOXO.
Little Miracles Sometimes these “little miracles” come to us from above. They let us know God is watching and that he sends his love. God shows his love in the most extraordinary ways and just like these “little miracles”, he gives us his word to praise. God put Alyssa on this earth just for you to love, in hopes that one day she will pray to him above. Even though, as a baby, Alyssa can’t say much, the care and joy you two share provides the perfect touch. Bust as this “little miracle” opens her mouth to say something only you can understand, that’s when you’ll know God put here there with his own two powerful hands. Written for any surprise child, miracle baby, & parent who loves their child more than anything else.
Maybe the World Hears Me The world is dark and fearsome. I try to hide from its evil eyes. The fear catches up with me. Now the pain never dies. Does the world really only affect me this much? Ho much pain can it cause for only a little fuss? Please stop the pain again and again. Bring him back just let this pain end. The tear drops start to fall from my eyes. The more tears the more my heart feels ready to die. He means the world to me, it just seems as if no one else can see. The hurt from love hurts so bad, just like the night I lost my dad. Sometimes there is a dark side to me that makes me want to burst out and scream. At times this world gives me such a fright that it is terribly, miserable for me to sleep at night. To sleep at night I dream of him. My dreams let the pain end. The world is dark and fearsome. I try to hide from its evil eyes. Maybe next time it will hear my pleading cries. Written September 27, 2005
My Best Friend Do you remember the day you said you’d be my friend? Now look at us we are friends till the end. Just like the night we stayed up to talk all night; boy was that a sight. On the days I want to die, you never leave my side. I guess that’s because you’re my best friend. You always help me when I’m down; to turn my frown upside down. On the days I don’t understand, you always lend a helping hand. I guess that’s because you are my best friend, and we will be best friends till the end.
My Mother In times of trouble you were there for me. When I was little I always use to holler daddy, mommy. You came through for me time, beginning and end. Now that he’s gone you continue to be my friend. You still come through for me, when I need it. You tell me you love me, and I know you mean it. I know you will be there for me when I problems, all the way to the end. Most of all I know, you will always be my Mother and my best friend.
2005 Written for Penny Joann Caruso Hackney
My Nightmare From dawn to dusk, I pass through existence in despair & hopelessness. Through the agony of pain & fear; afraid to go to sleep at night or awake in the morn. The irksome comments and adolescent-like remarks tear though my mind as nails on a chalkboard. I cringe at the thought of awaking as I attempt to go to sleep. My thoughts race impatiently as though to keep me from dreaming. I grate at my thoughts of anger. Internally I am a bulging fire begging to be drenched with cold water. But I hold my calm, satisfied look as though I were playing a sweet lullaby inside my head. The pain keeps returning to prowl more through the darkness, creating a hole in my core. My light runs dim and my heart wants to quit, but for some reason keeps pumping. Life is becoming dark and meaningless with doubt and regret. My aches become intense, like the burning of the sun. I begin to eagerly distract myself, but the pain doesn’t cease. I look forward to find an answer that will end this feeling within, but fail, miserably. Wondering where my euphoric memories will begin, I plummet. Hoping this will be the end; I awake again to a new morning and relive this nightmare.
Thursday, July 1-2, 2010
Noise Makes Me Want to Die Is the sound of earth really a noise? No! Noise is the awful silence that you hear in your head; The noise that says “you might as well be dead”. The noise that says nobody would care; The voice that say “pull the trigger if you dare”. Noise is not a train or a bouncing ball, but the horrid, mean voices when you walk down the hall. There the dreadful, hurtful words that hateful people say. The words that make you want to die in a very slow way. Now this road that I travel has come to a bend. I am ready to bring this misery to an end. Please do not think that this is your fault, but I think that it is time my life comes to a halt.
Noise Is the sound of earth really a noise? Like the sound of a train passing by, or a basketball bouncing by three little boys? No! Noise is the awful silence that you hear in your head; The noise that says “you might as well be dead”. The noise that says nobody would care; The voice that say “pull the trigger if you dare”. Noise is not that train or that bouncing ball, but the horrid, mean voices when you walk down the hall. There the dreadful, hurtful words that hateful people say. The words that make you want to sit on the couch and cry all day. But don’t let those hurtful noises bring you down. Be happy, not sad, act like a clown. Take my advice, I’m someone who knows. Don’t just mope around looking at your toes. Be full of joy, this is not the end, but don’t let all that noise stop you from being a friend.
Untitled The sun beams shinning so bright with the brisk breeze blowing through my hair. There is beautiful crisp leave on the ground spread out from the cool fall air. As a bus stops by the fence, its breaks sound of awfulness like nails on a chalkboard. Now the day comes creeping to a close as I look up to the heavens and say “thank you Lord�. Thanks for the glorious day when they are ever so bright. Thanks for the things that seem like a tragedy and how you make them alright.
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We Will Miss You, Big John Through good days and bad, through happy days and sad. While you were hear learning and during your teachings all the knowledge we were earning. And when we went outside to have fun with our lesson, you never expected anything less from us. Even though to have you leave will be a hard loss, at least we will have one less boss. As you leave and finish school, just don’t forget Ms. Chadwick’s class and the golden rule. Going through life, I hope you accomplish your dreams all the way to the end, just don’t try to use a twig as a Christmas tress again. As I end this rhyme, I want to say good-bye one last time, so from us to you Big Jon, Adieu.
December 1, 2005
When I do, Do You When I speak, do you really listen? When I say I love you, do you really believe the words that I say? When I tell you how I am feeling, do you even care? When I call and you answer the phone, do you really want to talk? When I brag to all my friends about you, do you do the same? When I cry, do you wish you could cheer me up? When I tell you I miss you, do you feel the same? When I do all of these things, do you?
November 30, 2005
When the Wind Speaks, I know you’re there When the cold wind blows through my hair it speaks to me saying, “Listen” and then I know you are there. When the screaming sounds come by my window, from the wind, late at night and it screams out my name, I know you are there. When the soft wind whistles by my ear, I hear as it tries to sing me to sleep and I know you are there. When all at once the wind stops blowing and the sound I hear is quiet as if the wind has lost its breath from talking, I know you are there. Now that you are gone and I can no longer see you, it’s when the wind speaks, I know you are there.
Wednesday, November 30, 2005 In Loving Memory of Jesse Hammond Hackney
You Were There You were there for me night and day. Whenever I needed you all I had to say was “hey”. You were there the night my dad died. That was the night we all sat and cried. You were there all the while to turn my frown into a smile. You were there when I need a shoulder to cry on, even when I needed someone to rely on. You were there on Halloween when the guy with a chainsaw popped out and we both began to scream. You were there when I need you most, even if it were just to be a crying post. You were there for me, as it tends to be, so I just thought I’d say “thank you for being there for me”.