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Fury Storm
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"Fury Storm" was written during a dark time in Jen's life, when her mind was dwelling on troubling and morbid thoughts. Some parts of the the book, however, also contain works of lighter themes.

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PublisherJen Selinsky
Release dateSep 29, 2017
ISBN9781370637003
Fury Storm
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Jen Selinsky

Jen Selinsky was born in Pittsburgh, PA. In 2003, she earned her bachelor's degree in English from Clarion University of Pennsylvania. In 2004, she earned her master's degree in library science from the same school. Jen has worked as a professional librarian for over twelve years. She has published more than 170 books, most of which contain poetry. Her work can be found on the following sites: Lulu, Amazon, iTunes, Kobo, Barnes & Noble/Nook, Smashwords, and Pen It! Publications. She has also been featured in publications such as: The Courier Journal, Explorer Magazine, Liphar Magazine, and Indiana Libraries. Jen lives in Sellersburg, IN with her husband.

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    Fury Storm - Jen Selinsky

    Fury Storm

    Jen Selinsky

    Copyright © 2007 by Jen Selinsky

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    Cover Art Copyright © 2011 by Travis Potts

    ISBN: 9781370637003

    *Not every poem included in this book is dated in chronological order.  This is not an oversight on my part. Rather, I have made changes and substitutions over the years.

    -J.L.S

    Catch a roof full of dreams!

    2001

    Welcome, friend, come share with us

    Your tales.

    Take off your coat and warm your feet

    By the fire.

    There’s some food on the table

    If you’re hungry…

    …Now let us hear of your travels

    Over some glasses of wine.

    And don’t forget to include every detail—

    All the hills you climbed and all the

    Streams you’ve crossed.

    Now I know you’ve been wounded

    And mocked by the evil crowds.

    People forced their labors upon you

    And spat right in your eye.

    You’ve been ridiculed enough to

    Make the strongest man break

    (Down and cry).

    But I am here for you,

    Brother, and I will

    Gladly take you in.

    Be it shelter, or warmth, or comfort,

    Anything that you request you shall

    Have on my behalf.

    And do not worry about how to

    Pay me back, for having a companion

    Like yourself is reward enough for me.

    11/14/00

    The strongest of all nights,

    Coming to me in crimson and flame,

    Burning with desire to end it all.

    Part of the galaxy I shall become

    No bodily movements,

    Just a little, white speck

    In the blanket of the sky

    It holds me.

    But I want to fall to the earth

    And be away from the others.

    Oh! I can’t take it anymore!!

    Why can’t I be left alone

    At the bottom of some pond,

    Where the fish

    Can swim all over me

    And they are my only friends?

    Some night, it shall come to me.

    The destination for

    Which I am created

    Is going to knock on my door.

    Just one small moment of insanity

    Can deliver me

    From the eye of the truth

    Out of the celestial sphere I am

    Going to fall!

    The water feels so cool already;

    I can taste it in my lungs!

    2/7/01

    Lament Over the Loss of Myself

    Oh, just kill me!

    Get the process over with quickly

    Jam a pen into my throat,

    Or a knife into my heart,

    And let the blood spill out of my body

    To corrupt the soil on the ground,

    Where no man shall ever walk again—

    Infection of a clean soul.

    Alas! I have lost myself

    (Or, perhaps, I’ve never had it before.)

    Everything good I thought that I would be—

    The idea has been knocked out of my mind,

    Fallen to the ground

    All because of the raging bull; it has headbutt me

    In the stomach.

    Down onto the earth screaming and crying

    Pathetic demon that I am—

    The largest waste of human flesh.

    Can no part of me be useful?

    Rage, envy, sadness, and fear

    All built up inside my thick head.

    Hit me again so that everything

    Can be released.

    Cruel solstice has come and gone.

    Mix the red in with the white—

    The greatest elements of despair.

    Pink is the product of them both,

    The illegitimate child of the worst

    Two things combined.

    Be sure to stay far, far away

    From this menace—this product

    Of despair.

    Lament over the life that was given

    Thus I bite off my skin and toss

    The entrails away.

    Evil may have a feast on them,

    Until his stomach is full with my insides.

    Could no one hear my cries in the forest,

    Or did the sounds come much too late?

    Muted and struggled with me wincing,

    Bound up by branches of trees.

    They hang up the coat of my body,

    External organ blowing in the wind.

    The crow has my eyeball in its beak.

    Iris blue has turned my iris black.

    All the other animals seem to be laughing

    At me, but who could blame them

    For their truest observation?

    Who could blame them for the

    Creation of such a mess?

    The most pathetic beings

    Ridiculed because she is not truly alive,

    Just the most useless of them all.

    Am I the only one still weeping over the

    Loss of something (that was) never there?

    Thus, I lie broken; nothing matters anymore.

    2/7/01

    It’s not a pretty picture,

    What you are about to see,

    Supporting death and the things

    That go all around.

    You have the responsibility to

    Carry on the tradition;

    I have the responsibility to

    Leave as quietly as I can.

    No more shattered sounds and

    No more broken lies.

    Get me out of the picture so smoothly.

    Rapid movements in the other direction,

    But no footsteps are following.

    Part of me wishes that this was

    Never true; the other part says

    To move on.

    I don’t know what advice I should take

    Because my mind is dripping down

    From the ceiling.

    No, it’s not really a pretty picture here,

    So I suggest you go away…

    2/21/01

    Now that I’ve hit my nadir,

    There’s no telling what I’ll do.

    What craziness will enter my mind

    When I turn my head and stop looking?

    To life and all of its cruelties,

    Who’ve got me to such a low point

    I can’t even cry without watering the

    Surrounding fields.

    My sighs are heard all around the world

    Sailing on a lake of guilt and misery,

    Don’t know when I’ll have time to break.

    Maybe I’ll just drown in my own sorrow

    Before the world has time to consume me whole.

    2/21/01

    I don’t care what kind of sticks

    You can fling at me?

    What I need is a vacation from

    The likes of your lecherous type of lying

    Who needs you anyway?

    Friends like yourself only need

    To make me some enemies.

    As far as I’m concerned, all of you

    Can take a flying leap off a cliff!

    Any option would please me now.

    Get me out of this self-induced hell,

    Before my head explodes with hatred

    And confusion.

    Life was never meant to be an

    Oblivious pit; I don’t know what happened

    I cannot see ahead.

    But, thank God for Adam, who seemed

    To be his finest creation.

    Eve was no less superior, but her

    Curious ways made this woman

    Turn against her own kind.

    Adam never got upset over such

    Petty issues, and that is why I am glad

    That God is a He.

    Why can’t all

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