{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.”


{fruitless} to have it all, or to have nothing; a land of barrenness and broken hearts lies between. the devil smiles as you discard your art, where would you be,  if you never surmised the courage to start? –e.l. jayne

{forged in flames}

{forged in flames} this is where the story begins, where the mountains kiss the sky, and creatures of folklore dance beneath the moonlight, forged in flames, they behave as if they are enough,  just walking around and enjoying themselves. they were made of peace, and only sought to find more peace. lived, loved, and left…

{you and trust}

{you and trust} after the violent sunset, i lie here restless, upon crumpled leaves, hidden caves reveal reality, all of these stars and us, all i need  is you and trust. –e.l. jayne

Question of the Day – No. 514 — Pointless Overthinking

In the spirit of Easter, let’s talk about forgiveness—forgiveness with the most important relationship you can have. How difficult do you find it to forgive yourself? . . E. L. Jayne’s blog can be found here. Question of the Day – No. 514 — Pointless Overthinking

‘how can worlds like these simply cease to exist altogether?’

“I wonder everyday whether she still exists. a person whom one has loved seems altogether too significant a thing to simply vanish altogether from the world. A person whom one loves is a world, just as one knows oneself to be a world. How can worlds like these simply cease altogether?” –Steven Pinker

{bereft an answer} poem x e.l. jayne

{bereft an answer} pink light reflects off the granite mountains, if I had all the answers, I would surely act accordingly, today, I have only reality, and I cannot play with that. life hurts less when you see it for what it is. when will i look back, and not have the urge to rewrite…

{the paralysis of i don’t know} poem x e.l. jayne

{the paralysis of i don’t know}poem x e.l. jayne succumbed to the sheer solidity, of failing to forecast the future, we permit the moment to paralyze us.  life grants us our freedom of choices, yet the inherit fear of failing forces us to a standstill,  which, to be explicit,  is an automatic forfeit.  sometimes, skin…