Jacquelene Vanessa Moreno > Writing | WritersCafe.org

This is about my battle with the mental Illness Bipolar. Words, School and Music are my friends. I have experienced pain I never want others to feel.

Rhythm. Beats, Melody, Movement. Music is the universal language Salsa, Jazz, Ballet, Tango, Concentration, Sweat, Twisting, Turning..

I leap into a teacup for the evening swim in the stars, float on the moon sing to the sun, dine with the sea An arrow lances my keystone leavin..

I see with one eye often three The other’s see only she The pills, the drills, the kills I myself forget the thrills. One shot , two..

Key I sit in the park on a small grassy hill to bind myself. The roots of the large oak whisper failed vows lost in the wind. I am entranced by t..

Sitting by the church waiting for a priest I lookto the bottle and search for peace Iwant to look for solace,I want comfort,I want care Iam but a..

Flight I emerge from my cocoon, wings soaping wet The air is harsh, my flesh raw Natural silence causes me to quake My strength under arrest Br..

Symbiosis Wineglass eyes: sullen hue of pinched red The foul stench of scorched earth surrounds his furrowed brows into a scowl I quench each agg..

Victoria Her eyes sing with courage and roar with pride Her hair smells of a child's laughter Her hands tell the tales of sought knowledge and ba..