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Poetry Feature June ~ Jennae Cecelia


It's June and that means it's time for another poetry feature! I have decided to do this post every other month rather than every month, that way, you can get more varied content. This month I wanted to feature Jennae Cecelia. She has written several poetry chapbooks, and after reading Bright Minds Empty Souls and Uncaged Wallflower, I knew that I wanted to feature her. Her writing style is raw and relatable and I think that's what makes it especially beautiful.

** All poems from the book Bright Minds Empty Souls **

Bright Minds Empty Souls is for the hopeless romantics and those who need a friend to comfort their late night thoughts. It’s a book made with love about falling in and out of love with yourself, and others. Enjoy over 60 poems from Jennae's edition of, Bright Minds Empty Souls.

Cream in my Coffee

I stopped putting cream in my coffee

because the more I put in,

the less it resembled

your beautiful

brown

eyes.

Laughter

Every time you laughed

I felt as if our souls were going to get

a few more months of life in the end.

Because experiencing your laugh was like

taking a dose of perception happiness.

Instant Gratification

She didn't need instant gratification,

or want one short-term fling.

but the world was piled

with people looking to

"feel good"

for only a brief moment.

Fast food,

instant coffee,

microwave dinners.

Anything to cut time

and make it easier.

She wasn't about to settle for

cheap food

and mediocre coffee,

so why would she settle for your need

of instant gratification?

Tea

I wasn't your cup of tea because you wanted to

add

cream

and sugar

and couldn't just take me as I was.

Shades

Purple.

Lavender and amethyst.

Colors that made up total bliss.

When I see these colors

in the sky at night or

in the morning,

I think of how shades of purple

were all that you were made of.

Hate

No I don't hate you,

because hate is a feeling

and I feel nothing for you.

Blank Canvas

Here I am

with a blank canvas.

All the options spread out

in front of me.

But I can't pick up the brush

with a shaky hand.

I am afraid of only reaching for

the dark color and repeating

a project I have put to rest.

I want to start fresh.

Start new.

That's why I'm keep it

a blank canvas.

Don't Even

Don't look at me

with the eyes that gazed at her.

Don't talk to me

with the mouth was locked

to her lips.

Don't smell my perfume

with the nose that inhaled her.

Don't come to me

when you are sick of her.

I hope you enjoyed reading this post and seeing some of my favorite poems from this book. I definitely recommend purchasing it if you liked the poems above. Thanks for reading!

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