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Jen

Jen

Personal

Personal matters

Despite the rips in between the seams,
I can’t escape my bones,
I can’t fight the dreams,
So I wait but,
I can’t manage to speak,
I feel too small,
The air is too weak,
I slip into the clear,
Of my mind,
This is the last year,
This is the last time.

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Altre opere di Jen...
Twice

I feel like I could vomit tears, But that wouldn’t suffice, For amount of years together, Exactly twice, I have no idea...
Last Night

Last Night. Was the first night I had a thous… Perforating with tender thoughts i… Last Night. Was the the first night, in my lif…
Anticipation

I never thought I could crave a s… Like the one that sits across your… Distinctly scraped from the corner… Made in depths of dreams and forei… Its own presence, reflecting galax…
 1
Expire

I’m not a side dish, I’m not a left—over, you can’t put me away, you can’t save me for later, as with all things,
Meditation

Carefully and slowly, I unfold myself from inside, Dark and lowly, I swallow my pride, I let her out,
Fresh

I can’t say I know, The bed where you lay, The shape, color, and patterns, That makes up your day, I can only say now,
Implications

No implications, Did I notice at the time, Only the key strokes.
Smoke

under florescents, the cigarette butts are like confe… glittering the sidewalk, with anxiety.
 1
Carelessly

Stumbling over words, Like a child stumbles over shoe la… Left undone. Every word I want to say, Left undone.
 2
Home Base

Whenever I’m alone, I stay smiling, Counting the stitches sewn, On 100 thread count sheets, Wishing for rain,
Ideals

Can I just have slow sex, Long talks, Lengthy poems, And everyday walks.... Can I have running through the wo…
 2
I

‘I’ am the lifeless infinite. ‘I’ am the sun, perforating throug… ‘I’ am a strawberry moon. But what is I?
Molding

She melds into the rhythm, listening for a heartbeat, escaping into the fumes, her thoughts incomplete. She escaped through the cracks,
 1
'Live and Die'

‘We’re the same’, Teetering on edges of lines, I ca… And you say again ‘we are the same… Conflating words, Of an honest one,
Flying Haiku

Flying out of the nest, At sixty mph, Four hours—without rest.



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