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You Run Away So Often, How do You Get Back Home? (Poem and Images Included)

Running Away to Get Back Home

a poem

by Jessica B. Hensley aka Jess(Sketchwriterjess), the author of the Sketchwriterjess Blog and Owner of the Shop, JBHensleySWJ.

This poem may not be copied and sold or used on another website without the Author's permission. Nor can the Images be used the same way.

And now for the poem:

. A night at the bar

drawing with Crayola Colored Pencils

on cheap sketch paper

you catch reds, brasses, and browns

like gems

of memory you want to keep

When a weird guy hits on

you run away to get back home.

Coffee-Stout, Water, and An Old Fashioned with one sexy ice cube in one of my favorite places to go to let loose.

II. Hangover with you

as you drive in Palm Beach County Florida traffic

to the bookstore cafe to draw

with your water-soluble graphite pencils

by Fiber Castell and

Prismacolor Pencils Y2K,

on Canson Mix Media Paper,

You make an impression on

a child there, keep drawing

as she scampers off

to walk with her


You want to keep going

so you go to another coffee shop

where people focus on their work

on Laptops and Smart phones

while you draw with colored pencils

on paper

You run away to get back home,

back to the bar, you stay alone.

"The Carpenter" Water-Soluble Colored Pencils and Prismacolor Colored Pencils.
 9" x 6". Copyright 2017 Jessica B. Hensley signed with Sketchwriterjess Logo.

III. Another day,

same bookstore cafe,

with Crayola Colored Pencils

and paper in your bag,

you wave your wallet

Cheers to the baristas,

they know your name

they know your usual

they’ve kept you in the game

one Grande Latte drunk,

inspiration for a bracelet hits

You manifest at home,

then where it upon your wrist

to remember yourself

once again.

Colored Pencil Drawing of a Grande Latte with a bracelet inspired by its casing and the experience of the Bookstore Cafe Environment. Bracelet, Wood Beads, Smoky Colored Button, Malachite, Stainless Steel, Mocha Colored Crystals, and Pearlish Seed Beads on elastic cord.

If you like that poem, I've got some more on here. They were written when I was a bit more idealistic after moving from the Mid-Atlantic to Palm Beach County Florida.

Here are the links to the other poems on this site:
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Thanks you for reading
 and have a safe, yet Jolly Holiday.

Jess aka Sketchwriterjess

P.S. Remember to drink lots of water when you drink coffee or any of your favorite beverages so you don't become dehydrated and drowsy.

Holiday Thoughts 2016: The miracle of correct handedness, crafting, and writing.

Christmas and Hanukkah in Florida: It's kind of like Left-Handedness

Christmas Art

The weather is changing a little here where I live...

I'm thinking that this year the Holidays will be different. More happy, more joyful, especially
since through the miracle of knitting and crocheting I found out I was truly left handed, instead of
right handed.

I spent my whole life feeling frustrated...

People called me a spaz. I was clumsy and I could never
follow along with conversations or class. I was frustrated because my earliest teacher suggested life would be so much easier if I used my right hand instead of my left, despite my left hand handwriting was far stronger. I listened to her and took her advice, I used my right hand for everything and I paid the price.;)

I kept feeling like there was something I was missing in life. It wasn't until I realized that I am far
stronger and more comfortable as a left-handed person now then I ever was as a right-handed person that the only bright side is that my writing ability developed, I believe, as a result of using my right hand for so long.

So now that I am using my correct hand, I realize how strange and creative I am and my life makes sense now. Florida to me is odd in that not much changes from day to day and yet weather can change in an instant and take as long or as little as it wants to destroy or give back. Creativity flows here.

Sometimes, I think I've lost whole years to being frustrated, sad, and sometimes, well most of the time obsessed with people and life. I felt like the princess in the Ivory Tower that needed to be saved from the evil queen or what ever evil person you can think of. I did that from my teens into my early 30s. And never did I think that it could be something as simple, yet complex as using the incorrect hand just to do daily tasks and doing extraordinary tasks in my art making to a painful point.

Now I think crafting and creating art is a joy. I love to play with fiber and thread, and I'm also into
sketching with pastels at the moment, in private. I look forward to sharing all of the creative things I've learned that have helped me get through my mental illness of bipolar disorder. My hope is that my pain will transcend the boundaries of my past and will become something I can work with and use in the healthiest way I can, and that you can do the same if you fear the past will hold you back forever. I can guarantee you that crafting and writing have been the two things that have saved me, in so many mysterious ways.

Wishing you a Happy Hanukkah and a Merry Christmas,

Have a good one!


Would you like to read any of my other Holiday articles? Here they are.

Thanksgiving Thoughts: All Lives Matter. Trump?

Thanksgiving is as American as it gets.
Grandma said: Those days were sure better then these days. Democrats say it too.

During Thanksgiving I had a sore throat and stuffy nose, plus my Aunt Flo decided to visit Redbank as people say in New Jersey, which means, I got my period. I felt like spending the day in bed away from my family. However, life matters, all lives matter. I thought it best to celebrate with my family instead.

One topic came up this last Thanksgiving among family and friends; Trump is president elect: What will the future of America be?


As a liberal woman of faith, deep down in my soul, I need to believe that somehow he understands America better than I do and that he has better judgement then shown in his campaign.

Here is what I know about America...

Many natural citizens of the United States of America are born from families that emigrated to this country long ago, some of these citizens forget that. It is also true that today, some African-American Citizens are descended from people who were enslaved against their will, they are trying to find their place in America.  And I cannot forget the Native Americans whose hearts have been compromised in the pioneering effort to create a “new” world from everyone outside of their culture.

America is not just divided, it is compartmentalized.  When does America become about the individual, rather than specific groups?

 In my opinion, it is when individual votes count as the deciding factor to elect a president, i.e., when the popular vote of the individual American Citizens elects the president.

I try to put myself in some of the conservative voters’ shoes to come to terms with the fact that president elect Trump is in charge.

I remember hearing about voters whose jobs went overseas. Voters who felt snubbed by the establishment politics. Voters who are trying to figure out how to recover from being so brutally fired.

As someone who once had so much success in working for someone else and making my own money in the field of my choice, to  someone who lost my job due my inability to adapt and fit into an elite office environment, I know what it’s like to lose and want to win at life again.

During this election, thoughts continued in my head; ‘killers, nationalists, bullies, religious fanatics... just plain fanatics.’ Over and over again about the neo-conservatives. I know not all conservatives fit those categories, yet there is a slice of Republican culture that can be summed up with such terms that ring loud and clear in the minds and hearts of those who feel they don’t belong in this country and who want the isolation of being “the other” to stop.

Having been on both sides of belonging to a group and becoming “the other” I ask myself how does one begin to belong if they have become “the other”.  

When I voted,  I thought of myself and those I love. I voted for those who could give me and my family everything we need to survive and thrive. And I believe that Republicans voted for the candidate they saw fit to run America. The candidate who they felt would give their families what they needed too.

In that sense, is either presidential candidate the wrong choice?

Who knows? As of today individual votes don’t count right now, only electoral votes count.

If all lives matter, then every individual vote counts. 

I hope everyone had a Thanksgiving full of compassion and lots of yummy food. I love my family so much.

Take Care, and Have a Good One.

“I’ve got your back, friend”


Would you like to read some of my other Holiday Articles? Here they are.


Comfort Bound Cay

Comfort Bound Cay

a poem by


If people spent time
Doing something constructive, joyful, and satisfying
  Instead of destructive...
 How would the world be?

All destructive behavior
Leads to people, items, and places
Being destroyed…
Nothing better,
Nothing brilliant…
Not even change.

Why do people destroy
In order to gain something they don’t have?

Why not take
The time to build up joy…a thing
Something, that gets better the more it’s done?

These questions
Are solutions to children
And even new adults;

During my toughest school days where
I endured bullying and misunderstood my classmates so many times when they were just joking around I’d come home from school angry, exhausted, and alone.
I’d think of the mistakes I made.
I escaped to my comfort bound sketchbook or notebook.
I’d draw or write my dreams and real life happenings.
Even as a new adult,
I continued to sketch and write despite living with pain in my head and heart.

I think…believe
People are afraid to
Hold on to the best times in
Life for fear of losing
The ability
To get the best times

I hope that
One day people
From any background,
Will be able
To go to their own
Comfort bound cay…

Any blank or lined journal will do.

Every night.
To where I
Must go.
Leaving should behind.

This slide and poem "Comfort Bound Cay" is part of a larger work that will be made for sale.
Please do not use this image or this quote in your work.
However you may print this image and the poem for your personal use for free.

Copyright 2016 by Jessica B. Hensley "Comfort Bound Cay"

Would you like to see some other similar links?

How to like yourself now (to survive with or without a mental illness, for me bipolar disorder.)

How To Like Yourself Now (To Survive): A Guided Journal Workshop is here! Check out the Sketchwriterjesspress Shop or JBHensleySWJ Shop to purchase.

How to like yourself, laugh without question.

How to like yourself now

A poem 

by SketchWriterJess 

Cook for yourself and others. That includes baking.

Helping parents when they need help.

Laugh and not question being happy. In other words, laugh without question.

Watch feel good movies no matter how hoke and silly.

Treat music as a philosophy, not a religion

Let thoughts go in one part of your brain...
and leave quickly out the other.

Hang onto the thoughts you want to hang on to.

Let the people you love so much in real life know how much you care for them.

Let the people you loved so much in fantasy go…in peace.

Be kind to anyone, just because it’s the right thing to do.

Be nice.

Be angry at someone when you need to. But calm and gentle the rest of the time.

Reassure people you’ve got their back.

Say “Hello”.

Say “Good Bye”.

Say “Good Night”.

Say “Good Morning”.

Say “Have a good one.”

Become the person you enjoy talking too.

Become a person who loves to care about other people.

Become a person who loves animals, though, you may eat meat, you would feel better if the animal you are eating has been killed humanely and cooked with respect.

Tell the world how much you love God.

Tell yourself how much you love God.

Tell your family and significant other how much you love God.

Know freedom isn’t free.

Know freedom is necessary for existence.

Know violence is a temporary solution to an underlying problem.

Know extreme anger through words is the same as violence.

Know that people everywhere and every place have problems as you do.

Take or leave criticism. Do not fight criticism, embrace it. Make yourself and your work better.

Take a break from thinking and working and doing.

Take a break from yourself by helping someone else.

Let the world revolve around you for awhile, it’s all right. It’s normal to be the center sometimes.

Allow life to happen when you are frustrated. In other words if you try something and it doesn’t work out, and there is a mistake, sometimes that mistake will lead you somewhere.

Become the person that is helpful and wants love and affection and wants to give it back even more.

Live in a climate you love. If you love Summer, Then go where it is summer year round. This goes for all other weather patterns too. Summer is this author’s favorite.

Help when asked for help.

Give an opinion when asked for an opinion.

Accept opinions with grace, though they may be taken off the beaten path.

Ask for help.

Ask for opinions.

Recover at your own pace, yet make an effort to recover from the pain you have caused yourself and others, and others have caused you a little each day.

Do an activity with passion, that is art, music, writing, cooking, even your job which may not be your favorite passion.

Compliment people just because you care about them.

Make peace and make little wakes by rocking the boat a little.

Don’t lose the playful, mischievous streak from the past, it could help you survive the world we live in today.

Don’t lose hope.

Always be true to yourself.

Be yourself.


Please do not use this image or this quote in your work.
However you may print this image and the poem for your personal use for free.

Copyright 2016 by Jessica B. Hensley "How to like yourself now"

There is a book for How to Like Yourself Now (to Survive), However, there are still more things that need to be updated after the first edition was published in pdf. 

Would you like to read any of my other poems? Here they are. 

Be Brave. Don't Cave.

Be Brave. Don't Cave

A prose poem by SketchWriterJess

Image of a poem about being brave and not giving in to anger.

Be Brave. Don't Cave...

when people tell me to give up my dream of being creative for love and profit...

when I feel like I can't take another minute of my own self talk...

when I want to go outside and never come back...

but to drive around for hours...

when I am screaming at the television, "Trump...Why....Stop using the tanning bed! Seriously, Trump...stop being disrespectful to other people and yourself."...

when I am listening to MSNBC and all I can think of "Oh no! What's going to happen now. How are the mentally ill going to get the help they need to survive. I myself am receiving the help I need, but what about other mentally ill people out there...

when I hear some doctor who has never had a mental illness in their lives let the names of mental illness meds roll of the tongue like different candies and she tells me, "Sorry, no drinking alcohol". Ok I wished I had listened on that one. I don't do it often now, I'm not even able to finish a beer anymore. I'm thankful for that after what I've been through with other medicines that caused me to drink way too much...

when the doctor tells me my blood sugar is too high and that it needs to be at normal range despite another doctor telling me my blood sugar can be a bit higher then normal because that's what meds do. They make you sane, but they make your blood sugar high if you have a history of diabetes in your family which I have. I try to eat better, I do eat better, I make my own cakes with less fat and less sugar and you know what, they taste great!...

when I hear someone say for the umpteenth time "The world doesn't revolve around you." Well, I got news for "you" too, It doesn't revolve around you either and the fact that you have made it clear transferring the pain of that realization on to me explains exactly what you want in your life, which is to be taken seriously if not even more silly because you, like me, want to be the life of the party.  Own it why don't cha? I have, I've got a blog...

when I remember how people behave around the famous and the not so famous and the inklings of famous and how really we are all just planets and stars brighter and dimmer then others and the Sun is what we make it. The sun is who we believe, what we believe, how we believe, who we listen too. For some God is their sun. For others it can be rock stars or movie stars or artists or authors, or poets, anyone touched by God...or muses perhaps. And then there are people who are artists in what they do, food artists, chefs, cleaners, sweepers, movers, anyone is touched by God everyday in every walk of life if they so choose or not. My point is, everyone, when they feel like they have nothing to offer, only need offer the best they have. Every time, all the time. And the world will be better. There is room for all artists in all states in all circles. There is no reason to denigrate others different from yourself, either low or so high they will burn up due to all the pain and the struggle of keeping up with someone else and the world just in their own space and globally. It's all too much to handle for some. Perhaps maybe even for me...however, I must remind myself...

Be brave. Don't cave...

when one disrespects you personally and when you feel like you need to disrespect someone right back or even first before they get to ya'.

Respect. Honor. Faith.

On it goes.

This slide and poem "Be Brave. Don't Cave." is part of a larger work that will be made for sale.
Please do not use this image or this quote in your work.
However you may print this image and the poem for your personal use for free.

Copyright 2016 by Jessica B. Hensley "Be Brave. Don't Cave."

Would you like to read any of my other poems? Here they are.

How to Like Yourself Now (To Survive)

Comfort Bound Cay

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