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{disillusionment}

{disillusionment} your constant daydreaming, is your inability to accept reality. life is less of a burden when we look her in the eyes. –e.l. jayne

{a poet’s proclamation} poem x e.l. jayne

{a poet’s proclamation} although I may seem stable and well-adjusted, I consider myself a poet, even if no one else were to agree, even if every word i’ve ever said, has probably been said by someone else,  and undoubtedly better said, too. i’m not always this quick to forfeit, but brevity is the soul of…

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{summon} poem x e.l. jayne

{summon} my deepest wounds, summon me to write.  my heartache, afflictions, adversity,  no matter how warranted or distorted, if I can just write them down,  see them for what they really are, tiny scribbles on repurposed foliage, maybe I can conquer these self-made conspiracies. –e.l. jayne

{deity} poem x e.l. jayne

{deity} she talks of him,  as if he drafted the stars in the sky, she will drown him, the way he did to her, proclaiming into the emptiness of the night, of her love and adoration. comparable to the fear swelling inside; she’s never loved anything that didn’t scare her. –e.l. jayne

{crippled} poem x e.l. jayne

{crippled} I’m a ghost when I walk in, and i hear, “well yes, she is crippled, but look at how well she’s doing,” yes, look at how well i am doing,  bent like a willow to the wind, caved into culture’s condemnations, social constructs when will you accept, that you are enough– just standing around…

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Crossroads Counsel

Cheers to my fellow bloggers. I come to you today to ask for your vote. Topic on hand: Should I follow my passion, or be responsible? Background: I want to follow my passion of being an author. Right now I have a great job; I love what I do, who I do it for, and…

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{fruitless} poem x e.l. jayne

{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} poem x e.l. jayne

{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…

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{you and trust} poem x e.l. jayne

{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