{this was a letter} please, please, stay, please don’t go. don’t you know i’m only temporary? you say i’m obsessed with you, like i don’t know what’s best for you, i hate the way you are when you’re sober, you think i don’t know i’m not perfect. but we both know you need me. this…
What’s passed on from one generation to the next? Privilege and pilgrimage. — Pointless Overthinking
“the same blood that runs through my veins, ran for centuries before me, and will continue to live on after me, each generation passing down their stories, like a medicine to inspire growth. (that did, indeed, inspire growth.)“ –e.l. jayne This is an excerpt from my poem “Generations” on finding gratitude in our heritage. Did […]…
albeit the waxes and wanes…
albeit the waxes and wanes, people don’t change.
{velvet sunset}
the velvet sunset melts into the horizon, Dali paints as we carry on with our delusion, ceaselessly involved in our own duration, creamy white churches, ivory castles, day after day, we add another brick to our palace of false reality. –e.l. jayne
‘…there is nothing of value without death.’
“Poets understand that there is nothing of value without death.” Clarissa Pinkola Estes
Should you force yourself to write? A discussion. — Pointless Overthinking
Happy Sunday, folks, or Monday already depending on where and when you’re reading this. I know a lot of us in this community are also writers, so I thought I’d share a quote that resonated with me this week: “We may think that the book we will write will be bad. Even worse will be […]…
{detest}
{detest} you must choose what you detest, either your conscious or subconscious, your awareness or your dreams, the ultimate battle, zeus and typhon, you cannot have two supreme rulers. –e.l. jayne
{interconnection}
{interconnection}poem x e.l. jayne these days, you pick your side, your group, your argument, not this one, but that one. our interconnection is taken for granted. people only want to surround themselves, with other like-minded people. unlike any other species, we’ve evolved because of our immense ability to work together; I, for one, wouldn’t want…
{phantasmal}
{phantasmal} the soul gazes out the window into the mysterious world, and surmises that love will be the answer. to lay idle and dream of the perfect love is easy, believing you’re in a fairytale love story is quite befitting. you contemplate what you feel and what you fancy, and cleverly, manifest it within your…
{projection}
{projection} you sit across from me and merrily paint your own picture of me, instead of seeking my soul. you interpret me as you please. does anybody actively embody the person they see themselves as? give me more selflessness because life is nothing… –e.l. jayne
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