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Another Poem For Him.

The time is not
Nor is it to be
It is plain day
and I miss you.

This is how I
that what I
Happens to be
real love for you.

Cause even with
And the random
Throughout my day,
You’re still on my mind.

Never for an
nor even an
do you not cross
my thoughts.

I hope you’re not
I hope you’re not missing
As painfully as I
am for you…

I love you,
You’re the most
and talented person
I will ever know.

Jade Trisdale 1-23-16 8:46pm
A poem for my boyfriend.

Personal Stuff

Hey guys, sorry for the lack of blogs. I realize I have failed to keep my promise of posting a poem a day.... I'm sorry.... I just haven't been feeling it lately. I'm still trying to write, though. Most of it is sappy shit that I jot down them throw away cause it sucks. And, as always, if you guys want a poem, go ahead and suggest something. I'm open for pretty much anything, and if it challenges me, maybe It'll get me back into the spin of things.
Speaking of my lack of motivation... I'm contemplating quitting the Spring Play... Nothing is clicking lately and I haven't done any of my

Personal Stuff (Help???)

I need a long monologue for my acting class!! Could you guys please help me out? It's gotta be 5 minutes or longer and (slightly) school appropriate. I'm performing it in front of my class, and all the good ones were taken -.-

What is this?

Arms wrapped tight around you.
Whispering sweet nothings
in your ear.
Is this love?
When I feel so close to you;
When I feel cared for
Not just desired for.
Having an intimate connection,
without the physical intimacy.
A first kiss wouldn’t hurt,
would it?
Not unless it leads to more
because more always leads to
ever so much confusion.
Where do you place
your hands when there
is more?
How do you speak,
When there’s more?
No, simplicity is best.
A simple kind of Love.
With understanding,
and care.
~Jade Trisdale

Personal Stuff

I haven't had the motivation to post anything recently... I'm sorry... I've been meaning to, but.. nothing... I'm planning on spending a few hours online sometime to read through everyones blogs and comment on them though... I don't know when.. I haven't been writing much poetry lately.. maybe if i were assigned something i could do it.. but nothing is coming up through my pen lately... so... yeah. If you guys have a poetry request.. i'll take it.
Anyways, I hope you're all having a good day and listening to good music <3

Personal Stuff

Another loved star died this week; Alan Rickman... I found out during my first class and about threw my laptop across the room. Just doesn't seem fair... Bowie... Rickman... both gone in the same week...
Let's move on to a different topic before I upset myself again! I've been listening to a lot of FNAF songs and mashups today. That's pretty much all I've done the past hour and a half to two hours. I'm supposed to be working on Khanacademy because we have a sub in math, but I'm not feeling up to it, so instead, I'm on my email and listening to youtube!


Images, flashing
Memories, fleeting.
What is happening to me?
Sitting in a classroom,
yet I see trees.
Listening to the lecture,
but I hear my name
on his lips

Please go away…
No longer should you be
in my mind, speaking to me.
These years that have passed,
meant the pain shouldn’t last.
Why do I still feel
these memories that reel?

In a bush,
hidden from sight.
No here….
No, I’m in a classroom,
listening to the lecture…
Your lips, shall no longer utter
this name that you once muttered.
~ ©Jade Trisdale
8:24am 1/12/16

*I wrote this yesterday when I was having a flashback of a certain bad

Personal Stuff

I decided that I'm going to title my blogs on my personal life "Personal Stuff", and my blogs about poetry will have the title of the poem.
So here's some personal stuff:
This week has not been kind to me. Nor me to it. I just want to curl into a ball and cry my eyes out. I just found out I'm failing Alg 2. My teacher emailed my mum today and mum is P.I.S.S.E.D.... So I didn't get to go to the school basketball game tonight.


As a temptress
I fill you with carnal desire
to give in to your human ways.
Forget your God for the nights you’re with me.
I can be your expression of sin.

They may call me a succubus.
A demon that steals the hearts of Innocence.
Teases you with childish abandon.
Acting ashamed of my deeds

Your God may hate me,
but it is my kind that keep him in business.
Acting on our pleasures
while you stare-

Your God keeps you pure
Pureness is not so easily tempted,
but I can try.
I can try.
and Succeed…
~ ©Jade Trisdale

Game Over

What I have realized is,
that when someone tells me
they love me more than anything,
they really mean I’m just another
chess piece in their game of life...

And it's true...
For again, and again I have
witnessed it, heard those words drip
from a pair of lying honeyed lips.
Tasted the bitter sweetness of a lie
called "Love".

As you write over and over,
on tables, on desks;
what were those words you so love?
"Life is a cruel lie, Death is the heartless truth"
I know those aren't word for word.
But you will understand it.

Because life is a cruel, and decent lie
when contrasted to the unpitied