“I have always experienced actual sensations less intensely than the sensation of having those sensations. I have always found my awareness of suffering more painful than the suffering itself.” Fernando Pessoa
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‘to speak is to show too much consideration for others’
“To speak is to show too much consideration for others. The fish and Oscar Wilde both died by the mouth.” Fernando Pessoa
{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…
{scapegoat} poem x e.l. jayne
{scapegoat} slouched under the cobalt spruce trees, contemplating what could’ve been. you are doing what you thought you always wanted, yet you’ve lost perspective like a picture by Escher. you can blame it on a straw vote, or our propensity to boast, but those are just scapegoats. life hurts less when you see it for…
{Rome in gold} poem x e.l. jayne
{Rome in gold} the peach sorbet sunset, paints Rome in gold. life is a dream; and like all dreamers i passed through my memory. this is where you go when you’re exiled. back to that reverie of a summer in Italy, i think i might live forever. —e.l. jayne
‘devoid of anyone of both an intellect and a heart’
“The generation to which I belong to was born into a world devoid of certainty for anyone possessed of both an intellect and a heart. The destructive work of previous generations meant that the world into which we were born had no security to offer us as regards religion, no anchor as regards morality, no…
{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…
{no regrets, just weapons learned} poem x e.l. jayne
{no regrets, just weapons learned} maybe if i never stop thinking about my mistake, i’ll never make it again. or i could forgive myself and move on… but that’s a risk i’m not willing to take. –e.l. jayne
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