24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Jana O’Dell is an author and poet from West Virginia. She has been diagnosed with several mental illnesses and uses writing to cope with daily struggles. Jana lives with her wife, their three children, and a host of fur babies. Jana O’Dell's independently published books that are all available on Amazon include: Cyanide Kisses: The works of a manic, bipolar, dissociative mind.--- My Secrets are in the Stardust--- Magic in the Madness. Published works she can be found in: Poetry Marathon Anthology 2019 and 2020. Upon Arrival Solitude. Best Poets of 2019 Vol 3.
The way the orange and red shines upon her rose colored cheeks is something I hope to never forget
The way the drips of rain gently flow down her skin is something I hope to see a thousand times
The way the stars seem to all gather in her eyes as she looks at me is something I hope I never become blind to
Yet here I am
Taking it all for granted
Knowing my whole galaxy lives within her
For some reason still choosing to close my eyes
They lurk in the shadows
Watching
Waiting
Expecting the perfect time
To pounce on everything we know as truth
The look in my eyes
Knowing im not okay
yet not understanding what i need
confused by what they could do
unsure of the steps they need to take
so they give in
and do what they all do
Are you okay?
The blood drips down her neck
Just like in the movies she likes to say
Yet the hunger inside of me is more than what could ever be portrayed on a screen or in a book
The true power it holds over me is overwhelming
The fact I know it’s the most pure form of HER is what I crave
What I drool for
Yet never sharing the true lust
The secret
Of the spell she seems to hold over me
Yet never knowing it
The little girl
So scared of the monsters
Under her bed she looks nightly
In the cracks of the closets she sneaks up and peeks
The dead of night never sees her existence
All due to fear
Worry
Panic….
Until she realized
The monster wasn’t able to be seen
It was living inside her
Lazy day are sometimes the best days.
No rushing
No anxiety
No worrying about the list of things needing done
Just a day to remain calm
Peaceful
Still
I don’t mingle well with others
I don’t gather well in groups
I dont function well in crowds
And I don’t participate well in large activities
But what I do well in is filling my home with love
For the very few people I allow in
Chuckles
From the gut
Blasting from the inside
Creating happiness
The active cat
Running across the house
Sliding every rug
Causing chaos every move it makes
The blanket of snow reminds me of the simpler times
Days of no worries
Days of no requirements needing met
Day that did nothing but sooth the soul and quiet the mind
Oh how I miss those simpler days