{untitled poem xvi} the walls had darker patches where old paintings had hung for years, her favorite quote used to be, “you’re as happy as you want to be” she doesn’t say it anymore. –e.l. jayne
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{convalescence} poem x e.l. jayne
{convalescence} the era of romanticism expresses the appreciation for the ancient roman culture, which honors art, intuition, independence, and the individual experience, it contested the industrialization, and systemization of our lives, brought about by the enlightenment era, that argued for logic and reason to lead your life, because that’s not living. emerging from my enlightenment…
{fact or fiction} poem x e.l. jayne
{book lovers} floating like two inverted amber moons, a staring contest with the devil commences, isn’t it phenomenal, that we freely read sad stories? even if we knew the ending, we couldn’t restrain from reading our story, writing each chapter, sipping tea through a lump of brown sugar, captivated by the cracks and crevices of…
{on rainy days} poem x e.l. jayne
{on rainy days} greenish mildewy panes, framed the view from my corner of the world, they could always speak like this to each other, continuing a conversation they had not begun, let us live in the now forever, that’s what her ethereal eyes tried to express. she pressed her hand against the window, to feel…
{bookend} poem x. e.l. jayne
{bookend} it was a creamy and inevitable sunset in the same erratic, capricious climate, ragged, jagged rocks poised an ironically sleek silhouette atop the desert skyline, i’ve always been fond of a poetic bookend. –e.l. jayne
{nonnative novelty} poem x e.l. jayne
because if I were in a different city, everything would feel so much different… even if all other variables remained the same, the same isolated days, leaving quaint cafes with clothes reeking of coffee, after a day’s worth of writing in my dilapidated diary, walking home under the same despondent streetlights, consuming far too few…
{novelists} poem x e.l. jayne
{novelists} love is a novel, you and I, the authors. our hands hold the pen, writing each word, each chapter, creating our own reality, of the love story we’ve always dreamed of. –e.l. jayne
{cognizance} poem x e.l. jayne
{cognizance} can someone explain how to find peace, while retaining cognizance? perhaps I care too much about life, to put aside all of its externalities, that exist even if they’re not at the forefront right now. again with the tangential… I digress. maybe it was never really that fragile in the first place, like a…
{vagabond beings} poem x e.l. jayne
{vagabond beings} as the sunset melts into the great salt lake, i lean my back against the mountain, watching planes take off, one by one. i felt time dividing, then i realized, one might just be the one you’re on. no one understands nomadic romanticism better, we are forever wayfaring souls, mortals meant to meet…
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