Wrecking Rainbows: Bundles of Wayward Poetry

By Jupiter Reed

A bouquet of chaotic words salvaged from the unceasing winter storm that churns regularly in the seemingly quiet little mind of a seventeen-year-old idealist who loves to spit fire at the world when shes feeling fussy. My poems are a bit all over the place because theyre a reflection of my thoughts - but Id like to think theyre like rainbows - colorful, misty and fleeting.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Partridge Publishing India
• Release date: Oct 14, 2015
• ISBN: 9781482856941

Jupiter Reed

Jupiter Reed (a.k.a Radhika Sheth) is an aspiring poet and writer. She was born in Odessa, Texas on September 22nd, 1997. She began writing when she was a little girl and has been deeply fascinated by the power of language, fiction and poetry ever since. While still pursuing her Cambridge A levels, she has been writing poetry in her own unique style. Hooked on English Literature, she’s inspired by the timeless works of renowned poets John Keats, Shakespeare, Edward Spencer and Ted Hughs. She is currently working on a fictional novel which she hopes to publish someday soon. Her other passions include reading, fangirling and music. Someday, she hopes to make a difference in the world.

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Contents

Lately

The Best is Gone

Mindless Dreaming

You Were Never A Friend To Me

Clipped Wings

The Winter Ends

Heavy Heart, Heavy Mind, Tired, Beaten Soul

I’m Sauntering

Sand Castle

Some things are sharp, Some things are kind

My Fate

We Were All In Our Own Personal Hells

We’re The Mad, Genius Generation

love was everywhere that day

She Was The Kind Of Girl They Named Storms After

There’s Beauty In Our Suburban Dream

You Wanted To Be In Love So Bad It Crushed Your Soul And Made You Mad

This One’s Something Else

Black Swallows Blue

People Are But People

Oh Darling

This May Be Home But It Ain’t Sweet

She Was Often

You’ll Never Be Mine And I’ll Never Be Her

About The Girl Who Moved Mountains With Her Mind

There Is So Much We Could Have Been

A Little Something -

The Fallen Angel

I Want To Meet Somebody I Can Compare To The Weather

You Don’t Hear It Enough, Do You? I Love You

The Phoenix

Don’t You Sense The Otherness In Her?

The Lion And The Deer

sometimes, there’s nothing to be afraid of

your kisses ruin lives

Ghosts Exist In The Form Of Lonely People

we might’ve caused the apocalypse

this is not the last chapter of our lives

Dark Magic

Too Many ’Uns’

after a breakdown

You Are NOT Invisible To Me

Please Don’t Give Up The Fight, Your Life’s Only Beginning

Midnight Daydreams Of Lovers That Don’t Exist

News Flash: The Bad Guys Don’t Wear Black Hats

Autumn Came Early

Yeah, ’cause life isn’t a Nicholas Sparks novel

Rome Wasn’t Built In A Day, All You Need Is A Little Faith

And Into Your Arms, I Fall

persevere, persevere, persevere

there’s a silver lining in there somewhere, I promise

On The Last Day

Sometimes The Cliché’s are Beautiful

Insane Ideologies

Satanic Sanctuaries

A.K.A Anyone Creative Ever

Oh, Beautiful Tragedies

Don’t You See You’re All That’s Keeping Me From Falling Apart?

Well, Maybe Your Damn’s Not Worth A Damn

You Are My The Night Sky

Broken Lover

Let’s Play A Game Called Is She Dead Or Just Asleep

Echoes

Amber And Gold

These Violent Delights Have Violent Ends Indeed

Her Grave Is A Beautiful Place

She Sang Lullabies With Vacant Eyes

Let’s Get Away

Languor

Revelations

oceans & forests, you & me

The Banshee

Fears Are Misconceptions

midnight adventures with Peter Pan

23/04/15

Stories of Wolves

dust and fire

She-Wolf

Artemis & Her Huntresses

Nightly Woes (The Insomniac’s Journal)

Hades & Persephone {The Light & The Dark}

love’s colors

Like Two People Together

The Boy Was In Love With A Warrior Queen

The Prince & The Beast Are One And The Same

broken bones and flowering woes

Penumbra

for the genius, quiet ones

I Bear It So They Don’t Have To

Shimmer Nights

it was red

Eternal Flame

The Pirate And The Swan

The Losing Fight

Carnival Love

R.I.P Love

4 AM Thoughts About Love

Yellow

Nostalgia

Our Meeting Place

The Red String Of Fate

prettier life

Starshine Lovers

my ideal place is not paradise

The girl with hope burning like fire in her heart

Dearly Beloved,

Being in love with the Blue Moon Boy

we would wither, but first we would blossom

He Made Me Want To Believe In Love, and I almost did.

imbue steel in your veins, you pretty, damaged thing

What do you see in me?

The Seasons: Association

The Shortest Forever

note to self.

The Flower Girl & The Foolish Boy

Summer Euphoria

Trains

disastrology

fixation < salvation

You Made Me Feel Real

My Mellifluous Valentine

Mermaid Dreams

Lanterns

transitions

We Are Not Immortal, But I Swear Our Love Is

Youth On Fire

Firebird

Denouement

The Lone Wolf

I Dreamt Of Golden Futures

to slay a dragon someday;

January

February

March

April

May

June

The Mordern Princess

for the forsaken

July

Perfect Storms

August

September

October

November

December

Unbroken

The One That Got Away

When Nothingness Is All You Know

my falling star

never ever after.

Yin & Yang

daydreams

The Sea Green Boy

Wisdom’s Blessing

tainted queens

alluring villains

tragedies fall upon us like snowflakes

constellation citizens

seeing in brighter lights

She Who Became The Rain

The Huntress

- The Three Stages Of ‘Us’

Exhausted Flames

Airport Love

some memories stick like tattoos

ugliness

to…

my black board boy

Forest Princess

Clean

hold me

black days

The Wanderlust Boy

Sacrifice

the flower girl

this is the secret to never giving up.

Before the Dawn

Imagining Angels

meandering

Emptiness Ignites

Winter Wilting

Dark Magnet

broken wind chimes

Dreaming In Stars

How Do You Become Your Own Hero?

The Girl Who Would Run With The Wolves

Promises of Stars

I’m Still Learning

Misanthropy

Answers.

Ephemeral

The Girl Who Was Her Own Worst Enemy & The Boy Who Was His Own Best Friend

Summery Territory

Season’s Greetings

Stories

Imbroglio

Under Stars

Missing Me

A Chance You Just Don’t Take

Unimaginable Ebullience

For my part I know nothing with any certainty but the sight of the stars makes me dream. - Vincent Van Gogh

Dedications:

To my father, because he’s the best man I know

and without him, this book wouldn’t exist; and nor would I.

To my mother, for her kindness and beauty; for her sugarplum soul.

To my grandparents, who have supported me all my life.

To my teacher, Mrs Renu Dhotre, a well wisher, who constantly inspired me,

encouraged me and believed in my abilities even when I didn’t.

And to the friends who stayed. You know who you are.

Oh, and to anyone who has ever felt lonely, scared, insecure or broken beyond repair. This one’s for you. Keep fighting your demons, they’re not as powerful as you let yourself believe. And remember to taste the sugar on your tongue and drench your skin in sunlight before you shrink back into the darkness you think has made a home out of you. The world sparkles when you’re not paying attention.

(x)

"Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all

Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know." - John Keats

Lately

Lately I’ve been feeling like nothing means anything anymore

Lately I feel like a piece of paper left adrift in the wind

Lately I look at these laughing people with their chins up and it makes me so angry

Lately I’ve been losing the will to live because the sun’s not bright enough

Lately, waking up is a detrimental joke

and what is hope, even? Delusion.

I want to live again, I want to live but my soul is dead.

The Best is Gone

They say the best is yet to come,

but what if this is all there ever is?

This version of you,

These people you knew,

That song you like,

The little taste of cherry pie

They say the best is yet to come,

but what if I never live?

stuck in this world of routine,

secluded from all of its beauty,

walking the frosted streets,

alone to wither, as loneliness seeps

They say the best is yet to come,

but time has stolen away those days,

and the word has lost all meaning;

and I? I’m left without feeling.

(x)

Mindless Dreaming

Sometimes I crave to be the lingering kiss in sweet summer’s rain

Sometimes I wish to be the sparkling laugh between batted eyelash in the midst of May

Sometimes I want to send a million hearts a flutter till they mourn and fray

I wish to be blood sunshine,

and the silent dream on a winter’s night

I wish to be ash and roses;

on his lips as I whisper goodbye

I want to be the poet’s song,

the artist’s muse,

the broken man’s bitter, blue hue

the cinnamon cider of quite a few

alas I am nothing but rotting plumeria

of untold stories and radical rhymes

beloved to none except the sun

and the earth below that desires my guts

You Were Never A Friend To Me

I am drowning, I am cracked skull,

you saw me frowning, you heard my leaves rustle

you whisper nothings, fist full of my blood

you think you know me, but that was never who I was

you watch with twinkling eyes,

as I quiver and I cry,

the nerve of you, oh, the nerve of you!

pretending like a little fool

well, there’s a secret I must confess

from bitter days and sweet regret,

the truth won’t heal these wounds I mend

but you were never my friend

Clipped Wings

She lives her charmed life, kisses stain her cheek,

I cut my wrist with a knife, the blood scars so bleak,

her smile could kill a man, she makes soup of their guts,

from my own reflection I ran, scarlet tattooed cuts,

she is diamond cake, the one they all crave,

I’m a ragged fake, the one they all call naive,

she’s carefree — queen of the universe,

I’m emerald envy — my clipped wings got worse

I’ll never discern how this world works,

where the devil’s kin deserves the perks.

The Winter Ends

The winter rams forth; gelid and bitter frosted tongue

summer’s old sun shines no more, hellish critter once young

upon this dewy December’s dawn, cold as a cunning faun

here descends the blue mood, as a lover’s plight shrewd

The winter settles in; ashen tendrils or tentacles?

despair seeps within, such as the mount’s highest pinnacle,

this sharp, stormy night persists, the stars shy away in resist,

here descends the blue mood, as a broken heart’s brood

The winter ends; colossal, glacial nightmare

every soul will mend, docile miracle be brighter

the sky will smile again, piercing weather relents

here dissipates the blue mood, as a hopeful heart’s feud

Heavy Heart, Heavy Mind, Tired, Beaten Soul

Bleary eyed, weak kneed, body made of dust and reed,

your eyes were refugee, they shine like they have their own suns

I’m fickle and prone, broke my own heart now needs mending,

you said a woeful soul’s reaping love was not worth spending,

spoonful of honey, I cast a glance

Heavy heart, heavy mind, tired, beaten soul,

read me your fortunes, whisper them to me, so I can feel the warmth

of your ecstasy, your love is sunlight, your love is me,

I’m nothing without, a person to be with.

Fingers are slipping, their warmth no longer hearth

you fall into your own misery, gone like the breeze,

now I’m wasted, no body to hold

I must go back, must find a way home

I’m Sauntering

I’m sauntering; opaque faced, screaming inside my mind

I’m wandering, street lights’ embrace, all these eyes are blind

I’m pondering, stolen grace, the air in my lungs unkind

I’m sauntering; ignited veins, there’s only darkness to find

Sand Castle

She’s a hazy memory, eyes on fire yet soul tired

She’s a broken reverie, occupational liar alas uninspired

She’s building a sand castle, the skies above are grey,

Isolated from the world’s hustle, the sea is bright as day

She looks to the waves, they’re inviting and fraught

She could hide in the caves, but they’re unforgiving and distraught

She stomps on her sand castle, the wind disperse the dreams

Forgive me, please, she staggers, the sea’s cyan gleams

She’s a drowning flower, peacefully in rest,

The ocean swallowed her sorrows, nothing left to confess

The water hugs her body, she struggles for a breath,

She doesn’t think she’s sorry, a floating, fancy death

Some things are sharp, Some things are kind

In the dark, I was fading fast,

ensnarled by betrayers, present and past,

I had nothing, I had sunken,

I had only my gruesome dungeon

Time frayed at its edges, weather weary trenches,

cinnamon rose hedges, I paused along the fences,

I found a place alive and young; behind the bushes,

beyond the sun, beauty prone, shining someone

There’s something sharp, there’s something kind,

I unlocked a galaxy in his eyes

My Fate

I stood on the outskirts of town, orange sun setting in the distance,

I was waiting for something, before the sun turned into the moon

I wore a torn, tattered gown, hope in my eyes alight like Christmas

I was craving for something, before blue turned into gloom

I awaited, I awaited, the sun left it’s ruby footprint on a cloud,

I needed a sign, a shout or an embrace, something to get rid of this bitter taste

Fire abated, and abated, the horizon darkened, thunderclaps loud,

I tasted ashes in my mouth, scorn and disgrace, nothing will change this waste

therefore it is my fate

We Were All In Our Own Personal Hells

We were all in our own personal hells,

daylight scorched our skin, we were tortured by our own spite

sorrow, suffer and sin, we craved our own graves at night

judge, jury and executioner, none but my own mind

We were all in our own personal hells,

empty void within, solace but a word we heard of like myth

forsakenness begets no grin, our hearts cages to fit;

our own demise, in our eyes, is the salvation we find

We were all in our own personal hells,

screaming silently in chorus, we buried our own bones

love’s a whisper in the forest, not a person to call home

the mind’s a weapon, that brutal killer! and to it we fell

We’re The Mad, Genius Generation

We raise frosted fingertips to the skies,

glinting twilight fills the heavens and we howl at the moon

our minds are the creators of universes and

we still refuse to believe;

in the world,

all it has to offer.

We cradle our impuissant, vulnerable selves

with the arms of other selves;

our thoughts are like the electric tides at midnight;

a sea full of fist and fight.

we hum to ourselves, put us to sleep

there’s no hand reaching out for me

We’re the kids in the dark; the golden of the new age

we cough like vintage engines,

puke up cigarette dust;

vodka and wine infiltrates our chests

yet our lashes are smeared a shimmering aureate

— like powdered sunlight

and the plastic smiles that keep us up at night

are also what keep us going until another sunrise

love was everywhere that day

love’s in the salty air, in the autumnal breeze

love’s in the dimple under his cheek and

the dissertations his smile portrays:

he looks at her like she’s the lost

blood in his veins, his eyes meet

a lost companion and suddenly

everything changes &

it feels like the wind

has altered directions

it smells like sugar

and moondust

She Was The Kind Of Girl They Named Storms After

she broke into a bubbly grin, singing sonnets of sunshine and gin

she was painted like a fairy queen, hell raised her furtive sin

she cried until she was out of tears, the masses offered no praise

there’s something wrong inside her, they say, something set ablaze

she kept her hands to herself, tied behind her back,

she left fragments of incomplete thoughts on her shelf, body driven slack

alcohol warmed her veins, smoke invaded her ribcage

there’s something broken inside her, they say, a mind like a maze

she dreamed of the pretty dark, the end will be woven from her scars

she was the rising tide, the avalanche, the winter rain

she was annihilations and destruction divine;

she was not evil, they say, but she had met her fate

she was bright, brilliant and deadly as sunlight - touch her and you’ll burn!

she was a song better left unsung, a violent, vicious yearn

she would swallow the world and spit it out whole, sorrow turned rage in her soul

there’s nothing left inside her, they say, blink and she’ll fade

There’s Beauty In Our Suburban Dream

What I have isn’t posh or primrose. I’m not a beauty queen, my teeth don’t glitter in the dark. There ain’t no spark behind dead eyes. This isn’t a world of magic, euphemized chimera tales. I wake to coughing fits in the dead of night,