Jey Paradox
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
Sometimes, I am lonely. I stare out the window And wish for the world. Not to share it,
Take me, All of me, Into your strong freckled arms Small from the trees Brown from the sun
Why must the universe burn So big and Bright, stealing all the Attention when a Perfectly good
Suspension is funny. Spiderweb– Pendulum– Noose. Mindly, ungodly things.
Summer tastes like Rain, and running And crying into wood, Like smiling but Never meaning it–
Broken yellow beads Spill all over the floor She looks over her shoulder And my stomach sinks. Hello, I say.
Something coughs inside me, Sharp and scratchy, Crude and weak I feel a cold black finger Pressed up hard against
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…
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…
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.
You Are Drop-dead gorgeous All of your “imperfections” Are simply little pieces of your b…
Everything burst open. Ripping, Tearing, Junetime and Maytime When the moths exploded
You, With your hair up in a ponytail. Stop, I love you. You are too pretty to cry.
When she walks with her, I often disappear Though fate will dictate me To let alone the ones Who are actively vanishing.
