Jada Ferguson

Joined January 2021

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a lifetime of awkwardness
1 My laughter bellows Bounces off classroom walls but The fart is louder - 2 Stampede back to desks A brick catches my foot, the
By Jada Fergusonabout a month ago in Poets
stuck in a moment
Ice chills my back and- Fire sears my front, I dissolve- To ash and water
By Jada Fergusonabout a month ago in Poets
Her Baby Brother
In June he texts that he's going to see her soon. She calculates if his soon is the same as her soon. Her delusion of who he is makes her expect to see him before summer's end.
By Jada Fergusonabout a month ago in Families
Something Simple for an ET
Don't know how or if you ingest food- Not sure of the capacity of your taste buds- Won't try to give you cuisine that needs to be chewed-
By Jada Ferguson2 months ago in Poets
It was a poem called
Scraps of aged paper cover my legs and toes like sand. I heave with frustration and disappointment. I know I won't find it.
By Jada Ferguson3 months ago in Journal
To My Mugs
hand painted- wide brimmed- strangely sculpted- pop culture referenced- - whether sheltering my ginger tea- or holding ice cream scoops-
By Jada Ferguson4 months ago in Poets
Candle
I am making eye contact with- Fire held in a handmade house- Set on a table- - Aromas of freshly cut coconuts- Or of rainforests after a shower from the sky-
By Jada Ferguson4 months ago in Poets
Top Story - July 2023
The Good and Bad of it allTop Story - July 2023
I saw rain pour from the sun- And stop mid air- - A tree ran away from its' root- As a leaf rode the wave of the rain-
By Jada Ferguson5 months ago in Poets
Love said
I hear its' been said- Love is a leap- Away from self- But Love told me- It's a leap into self- Love said- When you see how deep it can go-
By Jada Ferguson5 months ago in Poets
D for Distraction
Dragged to the elevator by my dampened spirit- Irritability zooming through me like the roadrunner- Sunken eyes elevate to feign a sign of life-
By Jada Ferguson6 months ago in Poets
The Mind Darts
Disco balls circle my head- I fall in step to the tempo- Sidelining the lights and my busy hands- Tapping my toes- Rocking my hips away from responsibility-
By Jada Ferguson6 months ago in Poets
The Snippet...
A soundtrack to my life? An impossible task for me, that I've given myself an hour and 15 minutes to complete. I should stop now. I want to stop now. My damn hands are still clicking this keyboard. My dependency on music won't let me sleep without letting the few people who will read this know a micro version of my theme music. The torture of it all.
By Jada Ferguson6 months ago in Beat