Jakssie's Poetry Corner

It started when attacked. What did I do? I felt weak and helpless. I wish I wasn’t weak So I wanted to be brave. Remembering the evilness My heart couldn’t help it but carry grudge and anger. It kept growing while still looking at Rebellious. Little did I know these feelings were so poisonous. Rebellious walks in heels Believing its superior than its surrenders. Treated like Queen, that it makes me cringe. I defy Rebellious Trying my best to resist. But this time I am the weak one For bursting my feelings out With flames of anger. Still I regret this defying moment. My grudge didn’t control itself And now I feel like the Bad Guy. Rebellious is probably now laughing at me. “Grudges and Revenge are not good for the soul”. Tell that to my young-self.

As he walks in, the excitement is in. Oh how much time till we be Close together again? Those precious times of laughter, pressure, Nervousness, and encouragement Turns into lust for him. Time passes by and feelings break, turning into tears. Tears of depression for missing him. Disappears like bubbles in the air. No more us, but rather more vivid memories That remain so close to my heart. My heart now has the courage to look for this fool. Once in contact, is like he turns into a monster. A monster that surprises and scares me with its actions. Like an appealing shiny fruit, he appears, But quite rotten on the inside. What happened? I don’t know. Vivid happy memories turn into A sad heart of discouragement. If you want to look for me, Please bring back that gentle heart.

I've always enjoyed the delicious taste of a hamburger. Never did I bother to look information that goes further. My taste buds were more important to me That I really didn't care to see. I'm sorry for all these years of blindness. It will take a lot to show you my kindness. My own species is destroying you Till the point that you can no longer moo. I apologize for the pain of having your baby taken away. The pain you have inside will never decay. Just so my species could have your milk. What's even worse is your fear of getting killed. The fear of having your blood everywhere spilled. The tears you shed before having your flesh cut, Are tears that hurt deep down my gut. I wish I could do much more than just not consuming your dead body. I wish your friends the sheep, pig, and chicken wouldn't have to go through the same. As a result, the human species pays the consequences of consuming it and is to blame. From Diabetes to Mad Cow Disease, are just