The Day Before

tumblr_lyv23ddgvu1ronyvyo1_500_largeI can’t believe it’s already here, the day before I write the last poem I will write for OctPoWriMo. Guys and gals, it has been a trip. I can’t believe where I’ve gone in such a short time with all of you. I did not walk into this challenge with the expectation of making new friends, yet I have. I can’t believe the emotional ride I’ve been on, epecially the last week. If it wasn’t for my friend Amber twisting my arm and making me join NaNoWriMo next month, November would be especially dreary for me. It’s going to be hard enough as it is because on the 23rd my family will celebrate the one year anniversary of my dad’s passing. So, I am beginning to look forward to anything that will help ease that anxiety, and NaNo wins. However, I have had so much fun writing poetry everyday and adding to my personal collection. I have so much to look forward to in the coming months, and I hope some of you will stick with me and be in the vanguard of my small but significant achievements. If I am completely honest, I did not expect anyone to really like my poetry. Not that I’m overly thin-skinned, but my poems are like my children. They are pieces of my soul that I am letting out into the scary, cruel world, and like any mother, I fear for their survival. But, as any wise mother, I realize that it is a necessary step to growth and maturity.

Today’s prompt is The Day Before and this one gave me a bit of a pause. I ended up writing two very different poems. I’m not overly happy with the first one, but the second one I think fits the prompt best. I am putting both up, because I can (~smile), though I am putting the best one up first. I am also putting up one that I wrote for the recording challenge and I hope it makes you smile. The last one I am putting up is one of my favorites. I love how it wrote itself, and how it shows a side of me that I’ve been rediscovering these past 11 months. Again, it was inspired by a song but I am not putting up the video. If you feel like it, you can look it up on Youtube and give it a listen. The song is The Sunbeams, They Scatter by Yiruma. It is a piano instrumental.

Thank you, all of you, who have dropped by la casa lunática (the lunatic house for those who don’t speak Spanish) and left your kind comments, or have just stopped by and read my scribbles and ramblings. It has been an honor to meet you, to read your work in kind, and to get to know some of you more personally. I hope you continue to stop by and keep me company on my journey in this crazy land of life, love, and poetry.

xo Jesi



By Jessica Scott


What would you do if you knew

That there would be no tomorrow?

We have no proof that the sun will rise again,

Just faith, and the self-assured egotism

That our world will continue because we exist.

Where does it say it in the contract?


What would you do if you knew

That tomorrow your life would end?

We have no guarantee that our life is not expendable,

Just confidence in our worth, and bliss in our ignorance,

Despite our curiosity to know the future.

Where is the elixir of immortality?


What would you do if you knew

That tomorrow love would leave?

Rings are not contracts, not guarantees,

that love is eternal,

Only our heart’s hope, and the soul’s trust.

Where are Cupid’s bows and arrows?


What would you do if you knew?

Then, why aren’t you doing it?


Time Lapse

By Jessica Scott



She was just a girl…

Sunshine in her smile,

Hope for a future she couldn’t see,

With plans and castles built in the air.



She became a ghost,

Invisible hands that set to right

The things that had to be done

So the days could continue uninterrupted.



She found herself wondering

How she’d survived for so long

Without actually dying.

So she began to live.


man masked anonymous group member computing computer silhouette


By Jessica Scott


What is about poets and writers

That makes us want to hide behind our words?

We want to be heard, to let our words ring out,

To be recognized as having something important to say.

We want to change the world.


But the minute we have to stand

In front of a crowd or camera

And read our words aloud, let our voices be heard,

We tremble and begin looking for the exit sign,

Or hide in the bathroom,

An ostrich without feathers,

Pretending we aren’t the droids they’re looking for.



The Sunbeams…They Scatter

By Jessica Scott


The sunbeams…they scatter,

When I wave my hand along them,

Sounding like harp strings

As I run my fingers along their invisible strands.

The dust motes crash and bump into each other

And I like to watch them play bumper cars

Through the sunlight.


The sunbeams…they scatter,

And I try to catch them, and hold them together,

Like balloon strings trying to blow away in the wind,

Or ribbons that never stay tied

On a little girl’s braids,

Waving and dancing in the breeze,

Happily cavorting in their rebellion.


The sunbeams…they scatter,

And I watch as they play hide-and-seek with the clouds,

The puffy balls of cotton concealing their playmates,

And disguising themselves so to keep the beams from being revealed

And caught by those who, like me,

Can see through their invisibility,

And tries to catch them with words.


The sunbeams…they scatter

Catch them if you can.