My name is Jeannine Delaney. Writing is my passion, being able to write for a living would be ideal and its looking more likely to happen each day. I am so excited to see where this takes me.
Nelson, British Columbia
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- What Meaning? -
What meaning? A dream that was never remembered doesn’t mean it wasn’t meant to be dreamt money that was stolen from a man and used doesn’t mean it was meant to be spent two bodies that hold each other close doesn’t mean they were meant to be a woman who jumps off a bridge doesn’t mean she wasn’t meant to breath. A person given a lock doesn’t mean there is a key a person born with a pair of beautiful eyes doesn’t mean they were meant to see a man with the world on his shoulders doesn’t mean his either… Read Full Story »
- A Reminder -
A reminder Shall we start getting prepared to laugh and cry and take on stress? for it’s a messy world out there one minute we’re on the top and the next we’re down on the bottom with the rest of the mess Shall we start to think about what we may become and learn to stop pondering our own demise? learn to teach another an important lesson learn to wait because the best things in life are always a great surprise Shall we finally accept the words, “good bye”? and let love go when the need be remind each other… Read Full Story »
- Ode To Love -
Ode to love How is it true that such hardworking hands can also touch tender skin so gently? How is it true that such a harsh voice making demands can also make three well known words sound soft as the sea? “I love you” And how is it true that those words can be used for not only one meaning? How is it true that they can not only create happiness but also hurt? How is it true that love has more than one definition? More than two or three how is it true that we can use it so… Read Full Story »
- Beneath his skin -
Beneath his skin Lying beside him just isn’t enough I want to melt into his body find all the empty space and fill him with my love to be a part of him as if I were red beneath skin If I were to cry tears would fall from his eyes my reflection in the tiny drop if I were to laugh his mouth would shine a contagious smile that at no cost would stop If I were to wiggle my fingers and move my toes his body would squirm with uncontrollable joy and if I were to fall asleep… Read Full Story »
- Tongue tied -
Where is the world we dream of? Where is the world of peace and elation? When we scream where do the vibrations end? When will we stop pretending and begin the mending? When will the naïve stop spending time and mind teaching lies the size of space? Now the young are tongue tied not knowing why they feel rage who to lash out on who has to pay the price? What is evil? What is not? What is right? What is wrong? All of asking “Where do I belong?” How long will it be until we can find peace and… Read Full Story »
- Noise within silence -
SILENCE Is there even such a thing? There is silence everywhere yet noises seem to fill it all as a word we know it to be something that will bring some of us peace anger fright anxiety happiness It may just hold all human emotion silence is for people who don’t take time to listen I mean to really listen to their surroundings because if you try hard enough you can hear the earth spin. Silence is never really there even if you’re secluded high in the air the clouds still move. So prove to me that silence exists because… Read Full Story »
- Only Dreams -
Our big dreams who will we be? what have we done to try and become the person we dream of being? The perfect human being. Mums and Dads try to raise us well when will be the day that we are able to tell? Is it when we branch off on our own and can hold a proud stance? Is it when we lose something so dear and can still laugh and dance? It is when we are able to comfort even an enemy when all they can do is cry? Or is it when we take that moment to… Read Full Story »
- Covered beauty -
The world’s fate has been decided by the human race it has no way to protect its place every sickness we prevent it we endure it we cure it and we never really die because with each one dead arrive a new five. And the world’s fate has been decided by us and it has no way to defend itself when it must and how are we expected to trust how are we expected to be trusted while our vocabulary is so busted and so small we are all so tiny but our power is strong we will never get… Read Full Story »
- I think -
I think writing is all about experience even if we don’t write about experience we write because of what we have experienced. We write because life pulls us into a million directions all at once treats us like flimsy rag dolls. We write because life puts us through harm and hurt and misery and sometimes even writing can’t describe the pain. we write because life gives us people to try and understand and places to explore and things to create and what better way to acknowledge life than to write than to tell than to share how we’re living it? Read Full Story »
- Soul -
It's amazing how in one simple second the whole universe can change just because your perspective changes because what you see is altered because what you believe what you know is influenced by one mere soul. Read Full Story »
- Toxicity -
I know the look I've felt the feelings that cause the look the one you make when you want to tell someone important maybe even a little intimidating something something bigger than your mouth can hold something bigger than your mind can grasp something that is toxic if you keep it in you any longer if you keep it waiting behind clenched teeth tight as prison bars any more but beautiful and exciting if you let it out if you let it free into our world to be heard by the person meant to hear it let it free to… Read Full Story »
- The trick -
Have you ever told a lie, and liked it? Ever wished you could have been a child forever? Have you ever thought about death? Suicide? Ever hurt someone or something weaker than yourself? Have you ever wished you couldn't feel? Ever felt empty? Worthless? Pathetic? Weak? Small? Have you ever told the truth, and felt proud? Ever been excited thinking about adulthood? Have you ever thought about life? Your future? Have you ever helped someone or something that couldn't help themselves? Have you ever felt bigger than your body? Have you ever loved someone? Ever laughed? Smiled? Have you ever… Read Full Story »
- A small epiphany -
It's a small epiphany, but it just seems so true. And so simple. Of course the most simple things in life are always the least easy. It seems like people, when starting a new relationship with someone else whatever that may be, always tend to allow and accept the good things to happen, it seems people pray for something good, something great to happen, but then no one seems willing to take on the bad that almost always comes along with the good. Maybe that's why it hurts so bad when things go wrong. Maybe it's like getting a piercing… Read Full Story »
- Good idea -
One mistep one slip of my foot one little mistake and I fall down the steep rocky edge to my sure and sudden death leaving behind my mangled twisted broken and bruised body on the road below. What does it mean when even that repetitive thought doesn't stop me? Maybe it even encourages me a little bit because it feels good because it feels like something interesting could actually happen. I dangle my feet from the precipice urging it to crumble from beneath me and I play out different scenarios in my head over and over. The wind dances with… Read Full Story »
- Beauty on chests -
We all judge the people we see and meet based on their image and their characteristics. The way they look matters, the way they talk, and walk. The way they deal with people and stresses and problems. We judge them based solely on what see and hear with our eyes and ears. But what we often forget is that what we are judging is what those people choose to show us. What we see and hear is almost never the full or even part of the truth as too who these people really are. So, what if for just one… Read Full Story »
- Earth in a pot -
We’re all frogs. Here we sit in a pot of water that has been gradually boiling this whole time but we won’t jump out or do anything about it because we simply don’t notice what is happening. Outsiders looking in on us watch us slowly boil to death and they wonder what is wrong with us. They probably laugh at us too. ‘Stupid little humans, can’t recognize danger if they were to sit right in the middle of it.’ And so we sit. And sit. And sit. Until only we are at fault for our slow but certain demise. Read Full Story »
- Right now, -
Right now I’m peaceful yet my mind never rests and it is always at risk. Right now I’m thinking I’m always thinking I like to let my mind wonder I like to see where it takes me. Sometimes it takes me to that damn boy sometimes to my mother my father my sister my dog. Right now it has taken me to the pilot in the plane above me noisily moving from one end of the sky to the next. I’m thinking about what would happen if that plane stopped working and started plummeting to the earth and made contact… Read Full Story »
- Pictures capture moments, -
that would usually be forgotten and pushed aside if they were never taken. Death is so unrealistic when it directly affects you your life and the people in your life. It’s weird that pictures that anything having to do with the deceased can exist after they die. What if when a person died they took along everything they would have left behind with them? What if all they left behind was you and your memories? No pictures or postcards no pieces of writing or presents NOTHING that could ever remind you that they were once alive and breathing and here… Read Full Story »
- I followed her, -
to the washroom she was in the last stall again Unlock it. “Crawl under.” I couldn’t stand it anymore I couldn’t pity her anymore Unlock the door, Gatty. I heard the lock slide pushed the door open. There she was. Sitting on the floor bare scarred arm exposed and ready. She fumbled with a small pencil a sharpener trying to pick off the blade with her bloody fingers. I just stood there getting more and more angry. She got it. Oh, for fuck sakes I stomped toward her snatched the razor out of her hand That’s enough! You don’t need… Read Full Story »
- I know the look, -
I've felt the feelings that cause the look the one you make when you want to tell someone important maybe even a little intimidating something something bigger than your mouth can hold something bigger than your mind can grasp something that is toxic if you keep it in you any longer if you keep it waiting behind clenched teeth tight as prison bars any more but beautiful and exciting if you let it out if you let it free into our world to be heard by the person meant to hear it let it free to take you where it… Read Full Story »
- Passive, -
he sat there in the dark on my couch ready to let me walk away ready to watch me go but I already had my actions planned out this time I had the perfect words ready to follow a perfect action. I leaned down cupped my hands around his face our noses touched he chuckled like a nervous child. I pressed my lips to his soft gentle. He would have never guessed how badly I wanted to climb on top of him how badly I wanted him right there. It’s always been him. I pulled my lips from his and… Read Full Story »
- Take me, -
to a place where ideas come to me from everything I see from everything I hear from everything I touch everything I say I taste I smell where those ideas transform into something plausible something visible something incredible. Take me to a place where creativity wraps it’s long strong stringy fingers around my mind through my mind and promises to never let go to never leave me lonely and deprived of curiosity. Take me to a place where reality warps and twists and molds together with dreams and goals and designs where it gets a little too hard to decipher… Read Full Story »
- Something like that -
I guess no one ever told you how cruel the world can be. No one ever told you how even if you're nice and generous to those around you and even if you ask for nothing in return people will still pick you apart and press your buttons because making you feel like shit makes them feel good or something like that and you'll never understand how making someone else feel small and worthless could make anyone walk away with a sense of accomplishment. No one ever told you that you can put all your time and effort into something… Read Full Story »
- Darling Love -
There is a type of love that, I'm sure, everyone must feel at least once. The type that turns you into someone you never knew existed inside of you someone you wouldn't even call you. The type that makes you think of things you never thought you were capable of thinking the type that lets obsession strangle your mind makes you focus crystal clear images in your head but only if your darling is included. The type that traps your darling inside you beneath thick skull that won't budge and the whole world outside yourself means nothing even when things… Read Full Story »
- Out -
Scope out every tiny fragment of your mind take every miniscule little part leave nothing behind take your past your future take the images you've seen take everything every smell familiar every sound heard take every word take everything hated and preferred grab every thought everything remembered everything forgot everything ever said every wrong turn and every path lead. Squeeze your mind like a wet rag and ring out everything you are gather every inch of your being every battle wound every scar. Compile your bits your pieces flatten, press, squish them all down stretch them all out and wrap… Read Full Story »
- Night light -
She didn't tell him how her eyes burned and how the tears dwelling behind them ached to soothe the soreness. He couldn't possibly understand that something so simple could tear her mind in two and threaten her heart next. So, she swallowed the sour vile teasing her throat, let it take her thoughts with it. They're safe down there cycling her insides. For now. She knows that 'cycle' means they'll always end up back in the same spot. Saying those profound words would be as easy as chewing on razors, letting him listen would be like swallowing pins. How could… Read Full Story »
- Beautiful faults -
You are a butterfly with a broken wing a tree that leaves would rather leave be a song bird unable to sing watery blue eyes that cannot see. You're a book bleached of words a bee lacking sting a voice that cannot be heard a flower too weak to bloom during spring. You are lips that can't sink slush compared to snow a writing pen emptied of ink; faulted but beautiful. Read Full Story »
- Reality -
You think that you have readied yourself for what lay ahead. You have it in your mind that you can stay strong. You have a picture in your brain of what it's going to be like but then you discover you could have never been more wrong. It's not even the initial sight no, it's the realization a few moments after that gets you that punches you in the chest with a led fist sinks its sharp nails deep into your temples and won't let up screams "SURPRISE! This is real." I remember thinking to myself asking myself: How is… Read Full Story »
- Single moment -
Tonight, he told me something I'll never forget he shed a light on a darkness I knew not of he let my heart break along with his and for a single moment I think I could feel his pain. A pain that I can't relate to. It forced any words that came to mind to the back of my throat my breath held them there knowing that nothing I could say could ease the suffering. So I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders held him tight hoping that maybe I could squeeze the pain right out of him. I… Read Full Story »
- World of white -
There was a little girl of ten years walking home from school one day. Fresh snow powdered the earth as if God himself had sprinkled sweet icing sugar ever so perfectly around her world. She loved the snow, even when her cheeks burned at the icy nip of the winter air, begging to be brought inside to thaw. At this time of year she walked slower than normal, she loved the crunch of sound her footsteps made as they stamped themselves into the world, leaving behind small and crooked prints. She loved the way everything was light even when the… Read Full Story »
- Dreaming blood -
Dreams give us things like ideas and hope and scares and sometimes they just completely terrify. They confuse us and screw with clarity like it's their molding clay like our minds are willing to be twisted in knots and stretched and bounced around or something but our minds really don't have a choice and that's the worst part about it. Have you ever been stuck in a dream? Convinced you know you are dreaming but still you can't wake up? Pleaded that someone will hear your discomfort and shake you until you're ripped far far away from that place? I… Read Full Story »
- Dissection -
His baby blues study me and I can feel them lacing my burning body with their presence. Hazy with smoke; i provoke his touch an imposed maybe implied sense of pride beams from his build as if a tide running its course with each glance and as our tongues dance we shed our snake-skin cloths. With wide eyes blue as winter skies we stare, hearts pounding our cares for one another. We dissect with no time to protect our flaws from eyes able to sever like piranha jaws but instead gentle, we caress and truth be told I find him… Read Full Story »
- Fighting -
I was crying one night and I was crying because I didn't understand how to cure my pain. You told me something that night, you told me, "You can't fight for everyone." and thats when I realized... I can't fight for everyone. I always believed that I had to fix problems, and that I had to make things right and that it was my job to cure the pain people confided in me. I believed I was a medicine and when I couldn't cure the pain I believed I failed. You told me something else that night, you told me,… Read Full Story »
- Gather your candles -
I collapsed to the pavement as if my body had turned into that of a rag doll the fall was was nothing not until my butt discovered ground and then my back and my head found it too. The streets were empty and bare and it was cold down there But against my better judgment I stayed laying on the ground my face so raw, so numb if someone found me they could steal it and I wouldn't even feel it and I'd only be left a skull. But who would want to steal my face anyway? There are better… Read Full Story »
- The monster -
I watched because I couldn't help you I couldn't aid you it wouldn't let me. I watched your smile turn to a grin I watched your blue eyes fade to grey I watched your young soft skin begin to sag I watched your beautiful pink cheeks sink in. I watched your hands lose control I watched your body disappear into the mirror of dirty tin foil used to hold your crystal before your lungs held its sweet breath. I watched death take residence in your body I watched the self inflicted holes and scabs take their place on your arms… Read Full Story »
- Soulless -
Sara. The name suggests she has a soul but where she keeps it is a mystery. She has a scar on her chest in the same place a romantic might draw a heart. She noticed me studying it and smiled as she lit a cigarette. Sara is an impersonator. She did her best imitation of an angel but I knew better than that. She wasn’t an angel, nothing of the sort. Sara was a serpent, but a snake wasn’t the only form she could take. She could take the form of a grieving widow for the men searching for a… Read Full Story »
- Exist -
Somewhere in the hugeness of the universe, in between all those stars we see blossoming in the opaque canvas sky, as the sun dissipates somewhere between the blink of our eye and the quick falling of darkness that subtly drapes over our world, as the bleached sky is stained with the darkness of night, exist multiple worlds just like ours. There are people just like us doing exactly as we are exactly when we are. There are people searching the same sky for the same signs, people living our lives. To stand outside and take a photo of the starry… Read Full Story »
- Hungry Ghost -
Mum is crying the way she cried four years ago her eyes are puffy and red the way they were while we sat in the waiting room outside the ICU. She reminds me of a little girl who just lost her cat to the tire of some vehicle. Except she didn’t lose her cat four years ago she lost her brother to the strokes that tore apart his already swollen brain followed by his ejection, head first, through the thick windshield of his old beater car. And now she isn’t losing her brother she’s losing her father to ten years… Read Full Story »
- Mr.Pain -
A man of no shame clear-cut prim and proper suited in black and adjusting his red tie grin smeared across his face like chocolate on a childs mouth who insists, "mommy I wasn't in the cookie jar!" except this man smears the chocolate on purpose and insists, "You owe me a pound of flesh, and there's only one way to pay it; pain." He never fails to show behind the freindly 'ding-dong' of the door bell clear-cut prim and proper suited in black to slap you on the cheeks for good measure "Oh, but wait, there's more!" He tells you… Read Full Story »
- Angel on Earth -
Eyes of all colors incased in the sockets of all ethenicities will witness her beauty and will be powerless against the urge to stare. Eyes thirsty for a figure of grace will be quenched of that thirst once laid upon the fragile canvas that is her body. painted with colors never before seen. Eyes will stare. Eyes will envy. Mouths of all shapes of all loudness and silence of all smiles and non will open in awe. Jaws will drop to chests in a sudden onset of disbelief and they will say, to mind or neighbor, "Aren't angels only to… Read Full Story »
- Oblivion -
In the shadows he lies my eyes don't resist to trace the outline of his face I feel in place next to his body. I breathe him in. The evening swells with admiration, I watch him breathe, soothing to the heart I plead for the continuance of breath, lull me to sleep, lull me to sleep, In his arms I rest. Dissolving into the silence, sleep bonds me there, rhythmatic beating of hearts; possessions we share. Fear out of sight so I sleep, so I sleep, his soul gaurds me in the night His I keep. May his worries cease… Read Full Story »
- The Dime -
Flat land spreads before us, white dime in blue sky, no place for darkness; of which doubts and conflict hide. Fingers laced, as passion holds them tight I am awed to find not a shadow in sight. Our carless feet command us forward, infatuation blinding our naive eyes to the uncertainty and obstacles behind the wall of forest trees, awaiting our confused cries. Unprepared we enter, into a vast domain, our laced fingers fall to our sides, as our eyes begin to stray. The dime is lost above treetops; down here doubts and conflicts hide, the darkness is usnsettling and… Read Full Story »
- A glass road -
Charming the world with a smile so innocent, speaking words with a careful voice, walking a path only you can follow; glass road as if you're the only fragile Heart pumping without compassion, mouth breathing undeserved air, actions hurting lives, eyes watching with a torturer's stare. Mind rests peacefully in a world unfair. Taking what you want, leaving behind what you've destroyed, picking up untainted souls to become your new toys. You play them until they're worn, you hold on even when they're falling apart, only when they are broken do you move on to a new naive heart. And… Read Full Story »
- Prayer -
I don't even believe in you, but I feel safe here. Safe under your wing, so to speak. Leaning against the stained glass. Jesus Christ stands right in the center, arms open. Are they open to people that don't believe? Are they open to me? Door's locked. Does that answer my question? I clasp my hands in a knot anyway, set my eyes on the yellow street lamp illuminating the church in the 1:00 AM darkness. The light somehow makes this November night not so cold anymore. Sitting on the welcome mat I start to pray. A prayer can be… Read Full Story »