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Happy Holidays! [Dec. 24th, 2006|08:58 am]
Bones Poetry!

[Current Location |my bedroom/ living room]
[mood |creative]
[music |K.T. Tunstall]

I wrote this poem for my members at Forensic Files, and is in honor of our beloved characters from our two favorite tv shows, "Bones" and "CSI". I hope it's ok that I posted it here, even though it has CSI people in it. Enjoy!

'Twas the night before Christmas in Forensic Files land,
Where peeps from CSI and Bones walk happily hand in hand.

The stockings were hung in the crime labs with care,
While Hodges and Cam extracted DNA from hair.

The Squints were working all night on a case,
as a serial killer Booth and Brennan did chase.

Angela and Jack analyzed video and dirt.
They looked for clues but still managed to flirt.

When out at the crime scene there arose such a clatter,
Sofia, Nick and Greg arrived to find blood spatter.

Away in the SUV Booth and Brennan did speed,
While Booth's advice on her personal life Brennan did heed.

Grissom and Sara found bootprints in the new-fallen snow,
Warrick and Catherine left the scene with evidence bags in tow.

When what to Zach's inspecting eyes should appear,
but a new set of bones covered in adipocere.

When he saw the knife marks he and Brennan had predicted,
He knew in a moment the perp could be convicted.

Zach called Brennan to tell her the case-breaking news,
But she'd been kidnapped by the killer while searching for clues.

Brass called in back up to bring up the rear,
As Seeley Booth realized losing Temperance was his one greatest fear.

Booth got there first and then held his breath,
Armed with sniper training and a gun, he caused the perp's death.

They all stood and watched as to Booth's arms Brennan did cling,
And saw the joy and salvation that true love can bring.


From my heart to yours, the members of the Forensic Files website,
Merry Christmas to all, and against injustice we forever will fight!



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(no subject) [Dec. 22nd, 2006|11:20 pm]
Bones Poetry!

[Current Location |Quadrant 4 Section 6]
[mood |cheerfulcheerful]
[music |Domestic Jingle by All Sounds Band]

I have known you
for so very long
You know it's true
that we have a song.

I hear your voice inside
I hear you wisdom calling
My love is hard to hide
for you I keep falling

The paces that we set
are too fast for us both
We both hold a secret
It is our oath.

You a scientist
me being an agent
I just can't resist
being for you a gent.

It's hard to hold
on to this feeling
again to be told
I should be dealing.

A glance or four, I saw
you turn your back away
I've said this before
that I will wait another day.

Stop this stupid charade
It is so plain to see
It's just not that hard
for we are meant to be.
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In the light of day [Aug. 30th, 2006|12:09 pm]
Bones Poetry!

[Current Location |a casa!!!]
[mood |crankycranky]
[music |Sandi Thom on Core DAB]

Hey, I feel poetry is one of the best mediums.

From the door I watch
From way behind
I always wonder
what's on your mind

I pray inside
that you will sometime notice
the care I hide
and not just where your coat is.

I glance your way.
You don't catch my eyes
I never know what to say
and it's no surprise.

I feel your hands
they feel cold
I see those bands
that indicate how old.

I want to fill the void
that is in my life
But you tend to avoid
the idea of being a wife.

Bones you know,
it's hard to say
I'll take it slow
so maybe one day...
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"Two Hearts, Two Minds, One Desire" [Jul. 28th, 2006|01:32 am]
Bones Poetry!

[Current Location |home]
[mood |thoughtfulthoughtful]
[music |silence]

Temperance Brennan and Seeley Booth both receive messages from beyond the grave. But will they dare to love, or will their separate grief pull them apart?

"Two Hearts, Two Minds, One Desire"

Temperance Brennan

Here at my feet,
you are properly buried.
I found your bones,
I helped return to you
What was stolen.

You have a name.
A face.
A grave.
A headstone.
A cause of death.

Cold hard facts.
Emptiness and loss.
Yet it's never been
This personal before.

I know every break,
Every fracture.
Every cavity.
Your skull was struck
by a bolt stunner.

It must've been painful.
Leaving us.
Leaving life.
Were you alone?
Were you scared?

A single tear falls.
I spread red roses.
I feel numb.
And I miss you.
My heart is in the ground.

And I'll never be the same again.

Agent Seeley Booth

Here at my feet,
You are properly buried.
I pay my respects,
To my fallen comrade.

I remember things.
Your name.
Your face.
How you died.
How you lived.

That night in the tent.
Sharing stories of youth.
Drinking, laughing, forgetting,
But the dawn made us remember.
Remember the horrors of war.

I was there when you fell.
Bled in my arms.
Gave your dying wish.
But I don't know how to grant it.

You told me to love.
To truly live.
To take risks.
And never look back.

I've never forgotten.
But when I think of her,
I get scared.
She's so strong, yet fragile.

And I've made so many mistakes.
Could she see past it?
Know me for real?
Actually love me?

Temperance Brennan

His hand on my shoulder.
Spreads warmth,
Even in this cold place.
Draws me out of my grief.

His eyes pierce.
See deep within me.
Know my sadness.

His presence reminds me,
That life must go on.
As I look back at your grave,
I whisper, "I will."
Because you'd be saying,
"Live, Temperance. Love."

He lifts my chin and stares.
Somehow sensing.
I find myself wanting.
And I close my eyes.
And I let go of my fear.

Because I realize,
I don't want to taste death,
Without having truly known love.


Hope you all enjoyed it. Let me know what you think. :)

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Forensic Files Updates [Jul. 3rd, 2006|05:31 pm]
Bones Poetry!

[Current Location |home]
[mood |gratefulgrateful]
[music |none right now]

Hey everyone! ( I hope this is ok, even though this post isn't only poetry )

I just wanted to let you all know I've been busy updating my website, Forensic Files, and there are some great new things to check out.

For "Bones" fans in particular, I think you'll be very interested in the KATHY REICHS section of the website, which is in the "Beyond the Crime Scene Tape" category. I have posted about 12 interviews, one of which is a radio interview from one year ago at a local North Carolina public radio station with Kathy, where she talks about her latest book ( which was "Cross Bones" at the time ), her Temperance Brennan novels, "Bones", and also takes phone calls/ questions. It's fascinating!

For everyone's viewing pleasure, I've added a short ( 1 minute or so ) slideshow with music on the main page of the site. It's a nice combination of "CSI" and "Bones", kind of blends the two together, and I think it's a good representation of the website.

Follow the evidence here...Collapse )
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"Distance is Safer" [Jun. 23rd, 2006|11:41 pm]
Bones Poetry!

[Current Location |in my quiet house]
[mood |contemplativecontemplative]
[music |none]

I wrote this tonight, ( 4-25-06) after watching an episode of "Forensic Files" on Court TV. Sitting here, alone, reflecting. The case they worked on made me think of how people hurt and get hurt in life.

This poem sprang out of my own angst over a recent loss. It turned into the heart of many of my muses. Temperance Brennan was the main source of many of the references, but many of the sentiments can also echo other characters and/or real people dealing with these crime / forensic careers. Of course, I thought of Sara Sidle, as well. I thought of Kathy Reichs, whose book , "Deja Dead", I'm reading right now, so some of the references in this poem were from the Temperance Brennan character in her novels. Sorry, long preface, just thought I should share some of where my inspiration came from. Enjoy.


"Distance is safer"
by Jennifer Rogers

If I sometimes seem cold and distant,
please don't blame me.
Harsh is the midnight dagger that pierces my heart.
Loss and lonliness have pressed against
my ribcage for years.
Your smile makes me yearn,
but my jaw clenches as I think of how warmth always leaves.

I swallow roughly, stare at the walls, it's so empty here.
Artifacts of my life, records of my existence,
yet none of it can lift my mood.
None of it feels like it's mine.

I sit at my desk and lose myself in memories.
Lovers, friends, intimate moments,
all swept under the rug, analyzed to death, then buried,
rotting away like the skeletons I unearth.
Have I even learned anything at all except that letting someone in ends in despair?

The saying, better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all.
My creedo, easier to only touch through distance, never make eye contact,
never kiss, never flirt, never have to blush, never have to hurt.

I see the way people look at me. They think me strange.
They might be right.
I might never fit in.
Never feel like I belong.
But they need me.
Ironic, I help them have closure,
to have peace,
Yet I can't rest at night.

I awaken from horrific dreams, clutching the sheets,
screaming inside my head.
But to whom? I heard your name this morning in the echo of my terror.
Longed for you to hold me.

Tears I can't cry fill me like poison.
Words of sentiment I can't speak dot the pages I write.
Someone else gets to feel them.
Someone else gets to love.
Someone else gets to dance, to bear children, to have belonging.
I get to sleep alone, live alone.
No baby crying.
I can't bring a life into this world.
I only get life's leftovers. Glimpses into lives I'll never have.
A glass of wine warms me.
Your touch tempts me.
A bubble bath with loud music chases away the horrors I've seen.
But only God knows the things that haunt me in these quiet moments.
The moments when I'm alone.

I close my eyes and force myself to see your face.
But on nights like this, the image is painful.
Because I see something I can never let myself have.
I'm too intense to be loved. Too distant to be held.
Too much of a mess to sort out.

I hurt the people who love me.
I make them cry. Cause them unspeakable pain.
I wonder if curses are real.
As a child I was happy. Even if some memories
come only from pictures, I know it.
I used to laugh. Used to be sheltered and safe.
I'd give anything to feel that way again.

Heaviness fills my limbs, it's hard to move.
Hard to breathe.
Dying happens every second we're alive.
Drift off to dream.
Maybe I can feel loved as I sleep.
Shed the warmth from the imagined reality once I awaken.
And enter the coldness that surrounds me.

Maybe you'll touch me today.
Maybe I'll risk touching your hand.
Fear prickling my chest, yet I have to be brave.

The dead tell their tales.
And I want karma to allow someone to be able to tell the tale
of my death someday.
So I'll work until I can't do it anymore.
Until I break.

So please, if I seem cold or distant today,
smile, wink, joke, buy me dinner,
fill me with the hope of your affection,
forgive my faults,
hold me with your eyes,
give me a kind word,
Don't hate me, don't spurn me.

I can't take anymore rejection, anymore loss.

And when I hastily make my exit, please remember,
I've learned that loving from a
distance is safer.

( originally posted at Forensic Files, the site dedicated to "Bones" and "CSI" http://s12.invisionfree.com/Forensic_Files/index.php?act=idx )
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