Going human was my best decision Letting me be something full of both Flaws and beauty Striving for better Still acknowledging my best efforts Growing growing From a tree to ash drifting far and wide Jayne.Press
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Circles -A Collaboration
The world in all its glory still vacant The abyss below echoes back words I’d like to decipher [will it ever be enough] Some days the echoes are all that matter and even though he’s my world these echoes are sticky like a magnetic night sky without a cloud for miles Where the comets andContinue reading “Circles -A Collaboration”
Somebody’s Name
Long square round faces Big eyes squinting ones dark ones with mysterious secrets Perky lips plump and pouty Big and juicy A world full of descriptions but what I really want to know is their names and where they’ve been and what they named their favorite freckle when they were ten but most of all howContinue reading “Somebody’s Name”
You are…
You are a poet because of the way in which you document your life.
Creator,
You are sensitive to your surroundings and that’s not going to change. Rather than trying to suppress it use it as a tool to keep moving forward.
You Are
You are a poet because of the way you need to document your life. Skin Show
Passionate Seekers
Empty sex, soulless endeavors and failed attempts at trying to find ourselves somewhere buried beneath all the shit we were drowning in. He called me a bitch in front of the kid and I didn’t like that so I reached out and socked him right in the chin. “I don’t need this. Why am I evenContinue reading “Passionate Seekers”
How Close
Two fingers a measure of how close or how far I’m am from checking this off as one more unfinished assignment -Saschia Johnson
Sad
Some whiskey in a glass I want to drink it but my belly hurts There’s world issues And positive thoughts Out there But it just hurts to smile Secrets or not Quitting is nipping at my heels Have a drink with me Let me forget for moment This up-hill battle Only i won’t because HowContinue reading “Sad”
not my business
is she black no she’s ⊕ white is she loved by any other than the one that’s love is pure ? it holds her down *it- a woman, not a companion Because companions required the stuff she didn’t have to give she buried them along with pure love in a grave *it heldContinue reading “not my business”
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