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Jessica Driscoll
04 March 2009 @ 04:14 am
When fire melts to ice
Does the beauty still entice?
Their touch still stings the same
The same pain, a different name.
Freeze away emotion,
Or burn away devotion.
Cold contempt or fickle fire,
Which does love ever require?
So bring the cold and heat,
But keep the kisses sweet.
Search for the middle between extremes,
Where fire and ice blend at the seams.
In their midst we‘ll soon discover,
The right way to love each other.
 
 
Jessica Driscoll
23 January 2009 @ 09:40 pm
I move
With direction but without thought
A wind-up doll dancing
Turn the key, send me spinning
Pull it out and set me free

My limbs are my own again

But they know not where to go
Tripping and falling over themselves
This pain now feels so real

I feel so much and nothing at all
Painfully numb
Numbingly painful
So many thoughts without direction

Tell me what to want
How to feel
What to do
It’s the only way I function

I’ve spent my life without living
Knowing my name but not myself
Maybe I’m playing a game
Hide-and-seek
But no one comes looking
behind the tattered curtains
Where I cower from the spiders
No ones comes looking at all

Or maybe just like words
I grew to become meaningless
Not worth searching for

Looking at my reflection
My eyes draw only blanks
Windows to my soul

I move
I run
Away from everything?
Towards something?

I will keep running
Until something tries to stop me
Until my frantic hands can grasp something real
Until time binds me in cobwebs and lines
 
 
Jessica Driscoll
23 January 2009 @ 09:39 pm
You love to make me cry

Am I more beautiful then?
With eyes splashed with scarlet sting,
With lashes in perfect triangles
And cheeks lined with silver trails?

Or am I hideous then?
With eyes wrought with pain,
With lashes hung heavy with sadness
And cheeks streaked with salt.

So do I cry for you to find me beautiful
Or for you to feel less hideous?
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Jessica Driscoll
19 January 2009 @ 09:50 pm

The moon never stays long
In our sky it does not belong
Do not fear the dark’s presiding
The moon’s light is only hiding
Promise me you will not weep
The stars are here for you to keep
So rest among the stars my love
Let them guide you from above
~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~

A choker inspired from the book P.S I Love You by Cecilia Ahern and my favourite line in the book "Shoot for the moon and if you miss you'll still be among the stars".

The big black button in the center represents an eclipse, while the two smaller white buttons at the side represent full moons. So its kind of a lunar cycle.... if that makes sense?

Materials used:
~2 kinds of silver chain
~1 big black button
~2 small white pearly buttons
~3 silver stencil-star charms
~3 swarovski crystals (1 cloudy white, 2 clear)
~silver artistic wire
~lobster clasps at the back

For sale at http://www.edelstine.com
 
 
Jessica Driscoll
19 January 2009 @ 09:44 pm

Wings spread to fill the sky
Beating fast as they fly
Flowers dance to lure them in
And so their winged journey begin
Dainty one reach for the vast unknown
Spread beauty across fields you’ve flown
Little Icarus don’t journey close to danger
The sun’s burn should remain a stranger
~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~

Materials used:
~4 light turqoise diamond -shaped swarovski crystals
~1 round white swarovski crystal
~1 greenish glass bead
~1 pastel blue round bead
~1 dark turqoise round swarovski crystal
~1 dark turqoise diamond-shaped swarovski crystal
~1 light greenish stone
~1 flat round dark turqoise swarovski crystal
~2 kinds of silver chains
~1 medium-sized silver butterfly charm
~1 small silver butterfly bead
~1 silver toggle clasp

For sale at http://edelstine.com
 
 
Jessica Driscoll
19 January 2009 @ 09:33 pm

Blood red roses line the path
Finger them and feel their wrath
Even a flower can cause such pain
Drawing blood by pricking a vein
Roses know their value and protect their petals
Covering their stalks with the sharpest of nettles
I should learn from this practical flower
And lock my heart away in the tallest tower
Fragile things that break and shatter
Should be hidden safe from batter
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Materials used:
~clay red rose
~2 safety pins
~silver artistic wire
~4 scarlet beads
~silver chain
~red felt rope
~1 silver lobster clasp at the back

For sale at http://www.edelstine.com
 
 
Jessica Driscoll
13 January 2009 @ 03:02 pm

The little fish is swimming free
Yet he feels so trapped by the sea
Gazing up at the clear blue sky
How he wishes he could fly
To soar with the birds up above
To glide as graceful as a dove
So one day he takes a giant leap
And escapes from waters deep
His lungs burn from lack of air
His eyes stung by the sun’s glare
But as he gives the clouds a kiss
He is lost in a state of bliss
Falling back into the tidal waves
Looking back at the blue he craves
So he keeps leaping beyond the shores
To be a part of the world he adores

~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~

A sweet and simple vintage-inspired short necklace fashioned from:
~thin brass chains
~brass discs (of different sizes)
~an oriental brass fish charm
~3 ice-blue crystals ( not clearly seen in pic D: )
~a teardrop blue glass bead (moonstone-like)
~a small white glass pearl

Going to be selling it for SGD$22.00 (not including shipping) at http://www.edelstine.com



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Jessica Driscoll
11 January 2009 @ 11:04 pm
Last night I made my own world
This world of broken verses
And words I used to love
A world full of nothing
The beauty of the barren
The absence of everything
Blinding ivory
Bleeding silence
It was just me and my world
I could scream and not be heard
Echoes lost to all ears
I could run and not grow weary
The key in my back forever turning
Then you tore through my emptiness
You snatched my hand
My world shattering at your touch
You told me of the world you dreamed of
Painting me pictures
Full of color and things
Melody and song
My eyes burned
Everything was too bright
Too beautiful
And I smiled
We created your world
My world
Our world
Together
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Jessica Driscoll
24 December 2008 @ 08:36 pm
More  
I’m more than just a puzzle piece
I fit in your arms
I belong in your eyes
I’m a victim of your charms
Don’t be so coy and calculating
This is more than just an equation to be solved
You+me=magic
But little math is ever involved

Don’t think now
Let your head take a break
Take my hand
And stop my heart’s ache
This more than just us
It’s the only life I want to live
You are more than just a crush
You’re the only one my heart I’ll give

This is more than just a kiss
It sends the world spinning
Let me taste your lips again
Can you hear the angels singing?
I stand plainly before you now
That was more than just a glance
It lit up the entire room
And made the stars dance


This is more than just today
A new beginning that will never end
I don’t know what tomorrow brings
But forever with you I’ll spend
Wait by me for a while
Time is more than just a measure
It’s the sun flying across the sky
It’s a reminder of things to treasure

Hold me tight and feed me heat
This is more than just real
Don’t let go of what we have
This is all I ever feel
Send my heart aflutter once more
This is more than just love
You’re all I ever think about
This is a gift from up above

I am
You are
Love is
This is
Just
More
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Jessica Driscoll
18 December 2008 @ 11:53 pm
Nestle in my haphazard mind,
Contents splayed across these pages.
Read my thoughts,
In blood, ink and tears.
Every word a victorious defeat,
Against my hand I fold.
A step forward and back,
I’m where I started before.
A turn of phrase,
It all begins again.
Never advancing,
Constantly in motion.
Circling,
Spinning,
Out of control.
Words beat against my chest,
Ink flows in my thirsty veins.
Stripped bear of pretence,
Each sentence undresses me.
I am naked before your eyes.
Judge me if you will,
Of all there is to see of me.
These pages are my life narrated,
Fragments of myself in verb.
I shatter my soul in pieces,
To frame on paper.
Let my voice twist for all to hear,
Does the sentence hold in your ear,
Or crumble apart?
Do my words still mean what I am,
Or are they distorted in the process?
Voices,
Words.
Different tales unfold
In a strangers eyes.
Take and use them as you wish,
To be broken or abused.
This beauty that was never within me,
Dying to find its place in pen and world.
Perfection is what I think it is,
And my thinking is flawed.
Am I flawed to perfection?
Or perfectly flawed?
The paradise of poets.
Think what you may of this verse,
But do you know who I am?
But how could you?
When I myself do not?
Where am I amongst this mess,
Amidst the debris of time?
Peel back pages of my life,
And raise me from the dead.
Find me drowning in my words,
Lost in my own life.
Where does my life begin and my words end?
Does my life begin or end with words?
Do words start my life or end it?
Did my life become words?
Or words become my life?
 
 
Jessica Driscoll
17 December 2008 @ 12:15 am
Broken verses.
Sung without tune.
In time to a strangers rhythm.
Telling of another’s story,
But the voice carries its own pain.
Can you not feel the words calling?
To be heard.
Reaching out to touch passing hearts.
Hearts too frozen to feel.
Words suffocating to conform,
Changing to be accepted.
Lies.
Beauty.
Things ears listen for.
Sweet poison we bathe in,
Let it consume us.
Let our minds wander not to our hearts,
Let the blasted organs numb away.
Think not of others.
Why should we?
Worry instead over material things.
Things we value most of all.
Let our greed lead us,
Into the new world.
A world of glass.
Cold.
Fragile.
Transparent.
A world without depth.
A world of only appearances.
It is your future.
But not mine.
 
 
Jessica Driscoll
20 November 2008 @ 10:42 pm
RANT  
Exams have been over for a week or two :/ but this is the first time I have used the computer. Like REALLY used it. It would be a reasonable presumption that I am relieved, ecstatic even. I would be. But I am not. My agony is omnipresent and unfathomable.

JC applications, college applications, SATs, internships (hopefully), social work (which I'm fine with doing, but have no idea how to plan on my own)... ARGHHHH... My frustration just keeps building. I'm just so glad I have great friends to hang out with, great friends who can help me de-stress :) Especially through therapeutic mediums like shopping (window shopping actually), jewellery-making and chatting (which I reign queen of).

And I just got my SAT reasoning test results back. Gosh... I really should have studied, maybe taken it a few times instead of only once. And taking it the same time as the IGCSE's was definitely NOT a smart move :/ My critical reading pulled me back... In the end I got a measly 1870 total. Now I am at a loss as to what schools I should apply to. And I might attend community college, seeing as it is a cheaper alternative.

I just wish there was someone to aid me in this process... I have no idea what I'm doing and my father is no help at all. He took the test ages ago so he is not familiar with the process at all. I'm not even sure if I qualify for college, seeing as I'm just turning 16 in December.

My mom thinks I should stay in Singapore another year or two and continue taking the SAT's until I get a good score. But the chances of me getting into a local school are slim as I took the IGCSE's instead of the 'O's and I dont think I did very well for that either :/

Schools here are so science and math-based, I always find myself struggling. The only classes I excel in are Literature, Philosophy and Business. Both Philosophy and Business are not offered in local schools :( I really want to study psychology, preferably social psychology. But the only schools that offer psych are polytechnics, which are thought of as inferior alternative to JC's. And I can't stay in my current school, the teachers keep leaving, there is absolutely no stability in the learning environment. They keep changing the curriculum as well, from IELTS to A-levels to IB. None of the teachers are trained in the new IB teaching methods and the few teachers qualified are resigning. If I were to stay on, I would be a guinea pig. A student in the first batch doing the IB diploma program. It's a huge risk. Especially since if I fail one single aspect of the course, I fail the entire thing. I wouldn't graduate with a certificate, I might not even graduate at all.

Anyway, I already withdrew from my current school. I don't regret my decision, but I am worried about my future. VERY WORRIED.
 
 
Jessica Driscoll
07 October 2008 @ 11:47 am
Patterns on skin reveal
Evidence that pain will heal.
Three deep gashes adorn my thigh,
From saving kittens on branches high.
A patch of white claims my elbow,
Singed by heat from a candle’s glow.
Stitches faded on both my knees,
From summers spent climbing trees.
A faint slash across my brow,
I can’t remember how I got it now.
None of these wounds haunt me today,
But there is one that refuses to go away.
One last lesion hidden under skin,
A deep pain radiating within.
A single line splitting my heart in two,
The consequence of loving you.
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Jessica Driscoll
01 October 2008 @ 04:48 pm
lalagfh
Cool new poetry community I happened to stumble upon XD
 
 
Jessica Driscoll
28 September 2008 @ 11:03 am
I’m drifting without feeling,
Breathing but not healing.
I’m not living just alive,
Waiting for life to revive.
I’m floating through the days,
My mind clouded with haze.
Help jolt me awake,
Create a life to forsake.
I’ll let you keep my heart in your hands,
For reasons only it understands.
Help thaw the ice,
Off this abused device.
Set it beating once more,
This of you I implore.
You don’t have to feel the same way,
Just create a purpose for me to live today.
Give me something to love,
Send me soaring to clouds above.
Stop me from drifting away,
Give me a reason to stay.
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Jessica Driscoll
28 September 2008 @ 10:22 am
I have never excelled in math,
I always felt the teachers’ wrath.
But one plus one is two,
That much I know is true.
But I still feel so alone,
Just one on my own.
I don’t understand
The equation at hand.
This problem can’t be solved,
Too many factors are involved.
Nothing is as simple as it seems,
Reality does not equate dreams.
This equation has no room for you,
When it’s me you fail to value.
I can’t compute another,
I don’t mean to smother.
But three is too much of a crowd,
And just the two of us you vowed.
I guess you changed your mind,
Leaving your promises behind.
I don’t care,
I can’t share.
I’ll have to find someone new,
And bid thoughts of us adieu.
I only have one heart to give,
I only have one life to live.
I can’t waste my precious time,
On anything short of sublime.
I can’t be torn apart,
I can’t give you my heart.
I’ll find a new one to make two,
It’s time for me to start anew.
Only 2 = <3

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Jessica Driscoll
18 September 2008 @ 03:43 pm
You need to fall before you fly,
Find new lows to touch the sky.
Travel from the darkest night,
To bathe in pools of golden light.
Spare the truth from your lie,
Against gravity hearts defy.
In tempests your wings spread,
Shaking off dreams long dead.
Piece together new hope,
Let me be your safety rope.
I‘ll banish all your fears,
Let me shed your tears.
The sun nestles in your grin,
Casting rainbows on your skin.
I’ll help mend
You my friend.
Just promise to help me heal
Through my similar ordeal.
Friendship like ours can never broken,
Though few words are ever spoken.
The way we laugh says so much more
Than words express what friends are for.
 
 
Jessica Driscoll
16 September 2008 @ 08:47 pm
Time  
Moments flash too fast to be observed,
Memories fade before they are preserved.
The future is too bleak,
My knees are too weak.
I can’t travel a road so vast,
Or return to demons of the past.
The sweet taste in my mouth sours,
Recalling beauty that was never ours.
Against time I’ll stand still,
My dreams I’ll let reality kill.
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Jessica Driscoll
13 September 2008 @ 09:34 pm
A puckered line of ivory growing,
Crimson beads of ink flowing.
Color blossoms on my tarp,
Painting words with edges sharp.
My wrists drip the lines I write,
Trains of chaotic thoughts unite.
Beauty is a product of pain,
But to call this art is insane.
No one wants a taste of bitter,
All that is gold should glitter.
My tear captures a star’s light,
Reflecting on this lonely night.
My canvases are windows into souls,
Artfully peppered with gaping holes.
I cannot pen human emotion,
But it is my life’s devotion.
This pain might not be my own,
But is one my heart shall clone.
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Jessica Driscoll
11 September 2008 @ 01:48 pm
I cannot stand the way you roll your eyes,
My heart screams what my mind denies.
The way you invade my thoughts is vexatious,
Yet I find your arms invitingly spacious.
I sighed with peeve when you came near,
Now breath fails me for reasons I fear.
I refuse to exhale your scent,
It is a predicament I lament.
I used to ignore your existence,
But my heart has lost resistance.
I feel the loathing of your skin,
Transform into hatred’s twin.
Two conflicting emotions fuse,
Signs of insanity I muse.
Only a lunatic would find themselves falling,
For someone they found so appalling.
Only a moron aspires to posses the heart,
Of someone notorious for ripping them apart.
 
 
 
 

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