Jey Paradox
Perfect S. not spherical You draw the curve Just right or else it isn’t what i… Was supposed to be the Dao. The Tao. The path the black and w…
Sometimes, I am lonely. I stare out the window And wish for the world. Not to share it,
Summer tastes like Rain, and running And crying into wood, Like smiling but Never meaning it–
Some nails are meant to be painted… Bright colors of turquoise and bla… Some wrists are meant to be decora… With bracelets of gold and silver. Some eyes are meant to be embellis…
Something coughs inside me, Sharp and scratchy, Crude and weak I feel a cold black finger Pressed up hard against
Take me, All of me, Into your strong freckled arms Small from the trees Brown from the sun
When she walks with her, I often disappear Though fate will dictate me To let alone the ones Who are actively vanishing.
Suspension is funny. Spiderweb– Pendulum– Noose. Mindly, ungodly things.
Broken yellow beads Spill all over the floor She looks over her shoulder And my stomach sinks. Hello, I say.
Everything burst open. Ripping, Tearing, Junetime and Maytime When the moths exploded
What if We loved like We have never before Felt worthless?
When I can no longer write, When I have not the strength To put fingers to keys, or Ink to thinly sliced wood When I go silent
You, With your hair up in a ponytail. Stop, I love you. You are too pretty to cry.
Red steams under pressure Engines eternally shifting underne… I wish I knew where I was going I wish I knew where I have been For I have lost my memory.
Hold her, Soft against you, She’s afraid to look down. Hold her, Your fingertips on hers,
