Happy birthday to me!

25 laps around the sun. A quarter of a century. Time for more fun! This year I’m choosing to focus on the good. There is so much love + light to be grateful for in this life. I couldn’t ask for a better support system to surround me, I live in a beautiful city with…

{poems and prose}

“…we don’t have to see eye to eye, to appreciate each other’s point of view, as with all humans, and all evolution.”

Lovers in Paris… — johncoyote

Lovers in Paris… She whispered to me, “O my love, O my love. Make me feel alive. I plucked a rose for us today and I told the red rose. Where had my lover gone? The murmur of the sea told me. Find the place where love was alive. The gales of Winter make us […]…

Writing on the Walls

Originally posted on Brigid Faye, Reader:
I was talking to a wise Mr. Wizard yesterday and he told me that in life you are all alone in a white padded room writing on the walls. That writing is your reality. It was a metaphor that got to me. It inspired me to write in my…

{untitled poem xvi} x e.l. jayne

{untitled poem xvi} the walls had darker patches  where old paintings had hung for years, her favorite quote used to be, “you’re as happy as you want to be”  she doesn’t say it anymore. –e.l. jayne

{convalescence} poem x e.l. jayne

{convalescence} the era of romanticism expresses the appreciation for the ancient roman culture, which honors art, intuition, independence, and the individual experience, it contested the industrialization, and systemization of our lives, brought about by the enlightenment era, that argued for logic and reason to lead your life,  because that’s not living. emerging from my enlightenment…

{the accord of inertia} poem x e.l. jayne

{the accord of inertia} birthday candles were extinguished, children frolicked in their ghostly garments, the looming maples released the last of their leaves, october came and concluded, families gathered to feast, evergreens were dressed in their icicle draped branches, all the transitory animals migrated to mexico, neighbors lined their dwellings with lights, and took them…

On the philosophy of loving and losing — Pointless Overthinking

Happy Sunday to my fellow bloggers and blog-lovers. In my corner of the world, it feels like summer is jussst around the corner. I’m not sure about you, but I’ve been feeling a little drained lately. 541 more words On the philosophy of loving and losing — Pointless Overthinking Poems that you write for other people…

{time and punishment} poem x e.l. jayne

{time and punishment} branches of the ancient pines bow gloomily, as the scarlet sunset fades into the forest. i suppose i write the story in past tense, because it’s the last thing i want to happen, but if i prepare for it, i won’t be surprised, and perhaps even suffer a little less. but also…

{fact or fiction} poem x e.l. jayne

{book lovers} floating like two inverted amber moons, a staring contest with the devil commences, isn’t it phenomenal, that we freely read sad stories? even if we knew the ending, we couldn’t restrain from reading our story, writing each chapter,  sipping tea through a lump of brown sugar, captivated by the cracks and crevices of…