Well my birthday is coming up and I feel like a Old Hermit.

I'm a new proud Auntie. I look at my nephew and there are times where I think "I want one" for maybe 3 seconds. But I know in my heart children are alot of work. I dont want to be one of those women who has a child and thinks "OH God, I'm stuck with it!!" I feel horrible to think that, but Its how I feel.

I'll be 23 this year. I think I've hit that point in my life where I think about what I've accomplished so far. I wont really say, but I know what it is that I havent accomplished. I frankly dont like to have things shoved in my face, about school, work, or even children. I dont like to be told what to do. I'd like to be a little more carefree, but I know I cant. I have obligations, and I'm not in elementry school, or a Jr. High School. I do know that this is just one of many phases that everyone will eventually go thru in their life. I'm starting to wonder if I have any TRUE friends.

I still really miss tinkerbell. She was like a baby to me. She wasnt very old when she was hit. I miss my Nana too. I have her picture up.

My poem "My Truth" is going to be published in a book. I havent told my dad, but I've told my mom. Part of me thinks this is a scam, and part of me wants to believe its true. Does anyone know about poetry.com. Stupid huh!?!

My Truth


Here I sit,
reading long into the night,
often long into the morning light.
Lost in the words,
that filters into my brain,
and plays like a movie.
These words, these powerful words,
are addicting.
They are more addicting than any drug,
more addicting than an obsession.
Books hold me prisoner,
their contents make me their slave.
I read to find comfort,
and satisfaction.
As the picture reel stops in my mind,
I know those words have stopped too.
That satisfaction of a good story is over,
and that satisfaction is empty,
And I find I must fill that void,
night after night.

Jessica Marie Craig copyright 2007

My other poems are:
- My Greatest Treasure
- My Reach
- My Truth
- The Craig Ladies
- The Thought of you


The Thought of you

When you give in
I dispare
When you fight
I rejoice
When you love
I'm jealous
When you hate
I'm placated
When the world's against us
Its just you and me, babe


Jessica Marie Craig copyright 2005/updated to 2007

The Thought of You was my first posted poem on Poetry.com. This one was also nominated to be published, but I didn't give my concent to be published. I figured this time around I'd like it to be published.