Author Archives: Jessica Lee

About Jessica Lee

Jessica is a twenty-something poet who performs most of her work on stage in Spoken Word. She has found writing therapeutic since she was child, and has pursued it ceaselessly. She enjoys writing even the most fleeting thoughts and dreams as SensicalRavings. Between long retail shifts, she enjoys writing observational pieces (always with a slant) of locally relevant subjects as ALLGainesville. If you appreciate inspiring, coming-of-age suppositions, become a follower. Though it's not always roses, it's raw!

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People are nothing like their pictures. They capture nothing of their nature. They portray only their brightest or most beautiful side. That’s not what most days are like. If I had to guess, I’d probably be wrong, but I’d find

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People are nothing like their pictures. They capture nothing of their nature. They portray only their brightest or most beautiful side. That’s not what most days are like. If I had to guess, I’d probably be wrong, but I’d find

We Are Not Friends

I think far too much about people that I never want to speak to or see again. To ever meet would make things so confusing. We are not friends, But still I’ve wondered how they’re doing. Keep me away at

We Are Not Friends

I think far too much about people that I never want to speak to or see again. To ever meet would make things so confusing. We are not friends, But still I’ve wondered how they’re doing. Keep me away at

Grant Me

What would you like to read? If not the deepest, darkest parts of me. My fears, and my anxieties. My desires, and my flighty dreams. Hopes for lust and intimacy. I wish to be touched and held firmly. Hard, Too

Grant Me

What would you like to read? If not the deepest, darkest parts of me. My fears, and my anxieties. My desires, and my flighty dreams. Hopes for lust and intimacy. I wish to be touched and held firmly. Hard, Too

Take, please

The fullness of you In the emptiness of me Is beautiful, tragic irony. As cold as I’ve become, Fuck me soft and sweet. Bring me back to submissive tendencies. Heel me. Stroke me, At every opportunity. But even pretty pets

Take, please

The fullness of you In the emptiness of me Is beautiful, tragic irony. As cold as I’ve become, Fuck me soft and sweet. Bring me back to submissive tendencies. Heel me. Stroke me, At every opportunity. But even pretty pets

Light

Long hair Like silk On smooth skin In satin. My lips and your fingertips Busy as ever Touching each other all over Rolling under covers And up shirts Back down bare bodies Until just you and me are all that’s

Light

Long hair Like silk On smooth skin In satin. My lips and your fingertips Busy as ever Touching each other all over Rolling under covers And up shirts Back down bare bodies Until just you and me are all that’s

Morning Night

Come into love. Come into darkness. Wander toward unknown. Find the way you want to live And don’t let go. Breathe steady. Realize life. Sleep deep. Dream sweet, tonight.

Morning Night

Come into love. Come into darkness. Wander toward unknown. Find the way you want to live And don’t let go. Breathe steady. Realize life. Sleep deep. Dream sweet, tonight.

You Don’t Say

Who does it care What do I hurt? Neither here nor there Your word Shallow sighs Heavy breathing Blink away a smile Muster up the tears Keep it bottled up real tight. Do not show the fear. Type your temper

You Don’t Say

Who does it care What do I hurt? Neither here nor there Your word Shallow sighs Heavy breathing Blink away a smile Muster up the tears Keep it bottled up real tight. Do not show the fear. Type your temper