Jhessill

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One String... by Jhessill, literature

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One String...

If one string held me to this world... Kept my heart from resting... Could you, would you, cut it... And leave me to God's blessings? If I was in pain that no one could fix... If I were suffering... Could you, would you, cut that string... And watch my silent passing? You remembered as you watched me grow... From who I was to who you know... Could you, would you, cut all ties... And then continue with your life? They say that if you love someone... Let them go... If it is meant to be... They will return, you know? Perhaps not in this same form... But someday I'd be reborn... To walk again among mortal man... And love you tr

Time by Jhessill, literature

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Time

There are times when all the world seems dead set against a person and no matter what they do, they can’t seem to shake the weight of it off. Those are the times when we seek shelter in the arms of someone we care about; someone we trust. Someone we love. It’s hard to seek such shelter when that someone is thousands of miles away in a place they’d rather not be. It hurts to realize that we must leave ourselves in the hands of time… time that moves at its own pace, but for no man’s desires. Time is a petty thing that slips pass too quickly at the most imperfect of moments and yet crawls by to torment a person when

Practice Poem 1 by Jhessill, literature

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Practice Poem 1

The heart of the lich Is found in the place Where strength is weakness And weakness is strength. Where age and knowledge Mean less than bare blows And the waking undead Aren’t your only foes. Where the air that you breath Is a waking disease And courage means nothing To those you deceive. Where the truth lies On the tip of your tongue But none can see past The beast you’ve become.

Thoughts of a Madwoman by Jhessill, literature

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Thoughts of a Madwoman

Each night this week I’ve watched my bottle of drink drain a bit more As I try to stave off the inexplicable loneliness That claws its way Through my bosom Each hour passes in a blur of motion and color Faces that mean nothing But that I cling to with intensity I can’t face the facts I don’t want to Facts Little bits of truth taken at face value or Little bits of lies taken deeper to be seen as Factual Truth What is provable or What we want proven Truthful Lies Spoken words to protect the innocent or Spoken to save our own selves through Lying In honesty I don’t care If this makes sense to yo

Please Dont Go by Jhessill, literature

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Please Dont Go

Please Don’t Go I need you. I want you. Just can’t live without you. You make me complete in ways I’ve never known. Please don’t go. I need you To want me To stand here beside me You give me the strength I need to go on Please don’t go. I try not To cry but I break out in tears when I lay there in our bed afraid and alone Please don’t go I hold back My tears and I stay strong for our kids But my mask breaks apart as I watch the phone Please don’t go I try hard Not to feel The aches deep in my heart I smile for others but cry all alone Please don’t go I break down In tears

Five Sense by Jhessill, literature

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Five Sense

I felt your presence watching over me Reassuring me That all would be just fine I heard your voice calming me Soothing me With soft murmurs of love I saw your smile lighting things Bathing me In that peaceful comfort I crave I smelled your scent flowing over me Surrounding me And making it all seem so real But as I tried to taste your lips… Alone again As our separation marches on … It was so real But then I woke

Good Night by Jhessill, literature

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Good Night

Sometimes when the words Just won’t come out right And all that I crave Is you holding me tight I weep and I cry And write by lamp’s light Knowing that soon We’ll have back our nights And days will be full Of our love once again When this too long Separation does end My heart will be healed Of heartache and pain And we can dance in Our warm summer rains For without you nearby The skies darken and gray Sleet and hail fall hard On this bad winter’s day But the sun shines on Whenever you say “I love you, my dear, With each breath that I take” We talk all the time But it’s never enou

Piss Off Baby by Jhessill, literature

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Piss Off Baby

Piss Off, Baby I knew it would happen, The harsh words would begin. It’s always the same With each who play the game. With passion and kisses and “I love you”’s a plenty Never a doubt, nor feeling of empty A love that inspires the heavens and impassions the world Can exist between a young man and a young girl Hardly young are either of us, both beyond our teens Nor are we old, though sore we’ve both seen You have my heart, my mind, and my soul Though I fear you find them far too droll. I am there with love when you need a reminder I am here in your corner when no one’s behind you I hold tight yo

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Elven Beginnings. by Jhessill, literature

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Elven Beginnings.

The winged elven king paced outside the doors of his chambers. His wife was inside giving birth to their third and possible last child. They had been blessed with two healthy sons and he truly hoped for a girl this time. The eldest son would be reaching his 125th year as of the new moon and the second child would hit his 75th year in six full moons. This child would be boorn under a waning moon. When this child reached their 125th season, he would take his family and move to the lands evergreen across the wide waters. The queen gave one last push and the child slipped into the waiting arms of the midwife. "A girl" the woman announced. "A he

Bluestone by Jhessill, literature

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Bluestone

DISCLAIMER: All the characters appearing in Gargoyles and Gargoyles: The Goliath Chronicles are copyright Buena Vista Television/The Walt Disney Company. Shar Vahl are originals from SoE/Verant. All original characters belong to me and may not be used without permission. No infringement of these copyrights is intended, and is not authorized by the copyright holder. Bluestone October 21, (Year 2) The island of Manhattan was quiet from the top of the Aerie building, the sounds of the city muted by the sheer altitude. Arianna and Grame were busy in a game of tag with Nudnik. Angel

Need a Muse? by Jhessill, literature

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Need a Muse?

Name: Date: Type of inspiration requested: __ Demon __ Muse __ Other __ Replacement of above Reason for request: __ Inspirational purposes __ Artistic purposes __ Writing purposes __ Sacrifice for demon request Type of work load expected: __ Easy __ Light __ Medium __ Heavy __ Hard __ Torturous Expected treatment: __ Idolized __ Revered __ Good/kind/gentle __ Nuetral __ Poor __ Rough __ Torturous Expected compensation: __ Complete control - If they're ambitious, something will get done. __ Semi control - A push will get them started. __ Cooperation - We'll work together. __ Stubborn - Th

Fury by Jhessill, literature

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Fury

Passion. Secrets. Hope. Despair. Pain. There are times in life when Emotions run wild in all of us. Today. Despair and pain claim this Mortal and it is all I can do to regain Control. It's all wrong. All of it. Life. My life. It was not supposed to be this way. Doubt. It clouds all rational and reason. Solutions. Never easy. Never in plain sight. Hidden. until desperation ends it all. With the pain of defeat, the fury of emotion passes. And here I remain.

Lurkin' in the Chat Room by Jhessill, literature

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Lurkin' in the Chat Room

I'm just-a lurkin' in the chat room Durin' the daylight Just-a like the oldies do I'm always lurkin' in the chat room Waitin' for you. I lurk for hours in the shadows Well, that's just my way Of beatin' my boredom I'm always lurkin' in the chat room Waitin' for you. I stop to do a little housework Or maybe even paid work But always I'm-a lurkin' in here And as the people show up Something says to speak up But I'm quiet as I can be. I'm just-a lurking in the shadows Of this-a chat room Just a-hopin you may be Somewhere a-lurkin' in the shadows Lurkin' with me. I stop to do a little housework Or maybe even paid work But a

Chatters by Jhessill, literature

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Chatters

"Chatters" To the tune of "Lightenin' Does the Work" by Chad Brock You know nothin's being said when lurk is all you do. Like the calm before the entrance of a little newb. But you don't see a lurker run his mouth and strut around He lurks there in the shadows and watches those around (him) Watchin' those around him, not puttin' in a word When it gets down to it, everybody knows It ain't lurkers, it's the chatters, that get the chaos made If it wasn't for the talkers, the room would never move It ain't the sane, it ain't the sad, it's the weird that works. Lurking's just the side show, chatters do the work. Beedoo's talkin' 'bo

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If You Could Touch Emotion... by Jhessill, literature

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If You Could Touch Emotion...

If you could touch emotion, what would passion be? To me it is that hunger, shining in his eyes. The way he says he needs me just to make it by. A sweet caress, a heartfelt kiss, a quiet little sigh. If you could touch emotion, what would true love be? To me it is a fairy tale, a story that we write. Gentle understanding that erases all our fright. And lets us understand that every thing's all right. If you could touch emotion, what would anger be? A cold, coarse word that cuts us sharp. A tall dark wall around our hearts. The chillest wind that smoothers love's strongest spark. If you could touch emotion, what would hurtful be

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About Jhessill

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Artist // Hobbyist // Literature

June 29
United States
Deviant for 18 years
She / Her

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Current Residence: Sanford, NC
Favourite genre of music: Rock, Hair Metal
Favourite style of art: Pretty!
Operating System: Ones that work
Shell of choice: Turtle shells and sea shells.
Wallpaper of choice: Changes with my mood.
Skin of choice: Um, my own.
Favourite cartoon character: Wiley E. Coyote
Personal Quote: If all the world's a stage, then where the hell's my script?!

Favourite Visual Artist

Thomas Kinkade

Favourite Movies

You mean I have to pick one?

Favourite TV Shows

NCIS, Iron Chef, X-Men

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Metallica, AC/DC, Guns'n'Roses

Favourite Writers

Robert Frost

Favourite Games

AD&D 2nd or 3rd editions

Favourite Gaming Platform

RPG's

Tools of the Trade

Pen, paper, Office Word, music, & minions

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Jhessill

Sep 3, 2012

Food for thought...

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How do you smile When you hurt so much inside? How do you laugh When all you want to do it cry? How do you pretend That all the world is right? When as you walk away You feel the urge to die?

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Apr 20, 2012

/Rant on

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Last night, I was waiting patiently for my husband to get home so I could go to my Girl Scout troop meeting.  He made it home in time, but what he said to me stopped me in my tracks.  To summarize, he informed me that he had been scolded again about the other Warrent Officer at FMS 10 - Andrew works at FMS 11.  Apparently exactly what Andrew had told them three or four months ago about the readiness of F Company - the company Andrew is over on the Guard side - happened.  See, he used to have his trucks at his FMS, but in January the higher ups shifted his trucks to Red Springs and FMS 10.  A lot of things, such as AOAP, now falls on the FMS s

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Mar 6, 2012

Seems we haven't done so well...

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My cookie momma has told me that we may end up buying cookies because she didn't plan enough booths in this downtroded economy.  If you all can afford a box or two, let me know.  I would be so very much grateful.