blogger – Page 6 – Poems & Prose

{illustrate}

{illustrate} if another soul were to wish to understand me, I’d have them read my poetry, there— my soul illustrates itself, finer than i could, poetry does not, and cannot, lie. –e.l. jayne

{dragonflies and blackened eyes}

{dragonflies and blackened eyes} where the first corner of the world, is blanketed in nightfall, and the dragonflies float on, your lower ribs rise only to fall in the same place. i put up an inert resistance, i blended myself into one color of reality and beauty, reminiscing, our love was the poetry of love;…

{another scar on my heart}

{another scar on my heart} love and let love, for time will tell, I’m glad you didn’t up being, another scar on my heart. –e.l. jayne

{lovelorn}

{lovelorn} my fingertips rest upon the maple syrup jar, I have never learned to exist, but rather to remain inside myself, and that’s not something to dismiss, most people are used to walking, with blindfolds on their feet. –e.l. jayne

{purpose}

I sought peace and I found it

{the invisible hand}

sometimes I reread pieces I’ve written,
and I don’t recognize myself as the author.
like a dream,
creating, creating, creating,
and once it concludes, it vanishes.
an energy permeates me when i have an idea,
at the mercy of an invisible hand,
i’ve written and i’ve forgotten