Jascie Epinn

haters gonna hate

Please take the time to read some of my work. I am a kind and gentle person

I have been seventeen for three years now. I just love my poetry and my music. Perhaps I should have attended college. All of my friends are real kind people. However, I am quite the pessimist. If you are Australian, you are a friend of mine. If you live in California, I invite you to have a drink and throw some lines at me. I’ve made my home at the beach, you can find me there, friend.

And I’m glad you feel that way
Because we’re dawning on the 7th day
It’s time for me to rest
His Decayed Image of Her

But I know better than anyone
I don’t need no damn medication
What I need is a damn time machine
You’re So Damn cute

I’ve got to stop predicting my own death
Because year after year, it hasn’t come
Yet I can’t stop thinking about you
and me
I Predict That I Will Die In 4 Weeks

When it comes down to it, I don’t care if I’m a grown woman, unemployed and living in her brother’s home. His girlfriend has a child on the way and they need a secure, stable environment in which to keep it. Meanwhile my boyfriend drills into my feeble body every night in the guest room which used to be my bed room across the hall. Sometimes I wonder if they know, or if they care. Meanwhile, his lustful and dirty comments still make my stomach cringe in discomfort as he presses his thumb into my moist sex, tantalized by its excitement, by its life that persists even while I’m dead inside.
Sick of Sex, Need a Potent Cure

You’re not in my wet dreams
You’re just a star of the silver screen
and you’re already washed out
Colors faded now
You’re Not In My Wetdreams

I’d like to see you hanging from a cliff
Your two hands barely holding yourself up
from falling down
One day you’ll be gone
Far away
From when we had first met
From when I wanted you dead
And I can’t wait
My Hero

Who did I think I was?
Coming back here,
When I took my heart there
Some may say that I’d left it
I spent last night backing up
I spent tonight cracking up
Cracking Up

Things had gotten cramped, strange and distorted
a much worse case than what she had reported
To her brother over her celullar device
but now she’d hung up and didn’t think twice
given she’d thought it over 3 times, 4 times, 5 times still
she figured it was now time to motor up the hill
to unfill the cracks and untie the laces
to follow her tracks and pick up her traces
To return to her home from which she came
Nothing smells as sweet by any other name
Dreams of Green Canvas

It’s gonna be a tight year this time around
don’t be surprised if there is no Thanksgiving,
don’t be surprised if there is no Christmas.
I was never surprised when there was no birthday,
when there was no anniversary,
when there was no Halloween
Half Sense

dropping atomic bombs, it’s more like dropping f-bombs
No one ever remembers what happens so I’m not too clear
on how everyone’s head is on another body but I’ll leave that for another time
The Case Isn’t So That It Hides Behind The Couch

Let’s end this game of tug of war
because the more I pull, the more you will pull
the harder I try, the harder you will try
the more I boast, the more you will boast
Tug Of War

In one day I met you
the next we were older
In one day we held hands
the next we were bolder
In One Day