pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere, or wine, whichever is more readily available. when people say they understand me, it makes me grieve… despite trying to conceal my soul, they think they can identify with me. great drama, rich color, and deep shadows, however much I belong, in my soul, to the Romantics, I…
Tag: love
{seafaring ode} poem x e.l. jayne
{seafaring ode} i once read, a poem that grew to be my favorite: ‘it’s not the ship but our own selves that we miss’ and that explained my heartbreak perfectly. starving for something unavailable, something i couldn’t find in myself, so my voyage carries on, caught between the devil and the deep blue sea, as…
{defying physics} poem x e.l. jayne
{defying physics} as the first snow of the season falls, i tuck my feet into my blanket, contemplating what i shall do with all these poems, it seems to defy the common laws of physics that they shall exist, if those feelings don’t exist anymore. alas, i’d prefer if they didn’t. –e.l. jayne
{gradual} poem x e.l. jayne
{gradual} and what new perspective could i have today, after another day of doing the same things? it’s not a riveting life that I’m after, but a modest variety would be nice. nevertheless, even if ever so subtle— and as in the mountains, some things change with time, and over time, everything changes. –e.l. jayne
{untitled poem x} e.l. jayne
you didn’t know and that’s all i needed to know. that is enough, or rather, it isn’t, but it nonetheless helps in some way, and that’s how it is with life. –e.l. jayne
{repercussion} poem x e.l. jayne
I loved you as if, I really did live, In a grey house with a yellow door. –e.l. jayne
{conviction over confirmation} poem x e.l. jayne
{conviction over confirmation} as i sit here on this planet that i believe to be rotating, my main concern is to discover whether or not I’m in a state of peace. well, that’s deceptive. my main concern is that I don’t believe I’m in a state of peace. so I revert to my antidote… red…
Love Languages: A Question for my fellow writers — Pointless Overthinking
It’s a rainy Monday evening here in Salt Lake City—a perfect occasion to sit on my living room floor and write. Here’s what my mind has been mulling over: A person’s love language is how they feel and receive love. When someone tells me they read my latest poem or article that I posted, I […]…
Happy birthday to me!
25 laps around the sun. A quarter of a century. Time for more fun! This year I’m choosing to focus on the good. There is so much love + light to be grateful for in this life. I couldn’t ask for a better support system to surround me, I live in a beautiful city with…
Lopsided Love: The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly. — Pointless Overthinking
Some of the most popular romance stories feature one-sided love. In The Great Gatsby, Gatsby hopelessly awaits Daisy to return to him. The Roman mythological epoch of Echo and Narcissus told one of the first stories of unrequited love. In The Notebook, Noah chases Allie for years, even through an engagement, until she comes back […]…
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