Tag: poem

{sapience}

{sapience} why do i think writing is a worthy pastime? putting my thoughts on paper, will help someone overcome theirs? words are air; nothing of sustenance can be derived from them. but my spirit confides in me otherwise. –e.l. jayne

{poker face}

{poker face} i have to stop myself, from writing an excerpt to explain my poetry, because that’s the beauty of it. like the silence of a cliffhanger, it’s open for your interpretation, for what you choose to hear, not what i want you to hear. –e.l. jayne

{honest context}

{honest context} i blended myself into one color, of the imminent intersecting reality of beauty and pain, howbeit, as time would tell, i was left to dry up on the palette, to ruminate on why they won’t push pause for you, burn it to flames i can’t take anymore; my poems aren’t a cry for…

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{unversed}

{unversed} why did i think the wolves, who roamed this territory before me, didn’t know how to survive? oh how naive of me to believe, I already knew a better way to thrive. –e.l. jayne

{nostalgia}

{nostalgia} i look at myself in the photo, not because i wish to look at myself, but because i remember the doubt behind my smile, the anxiety behind my eyes, the questions that ran through my mind, although I can’t detach myself from those feelings, i discern the distance i’ve traveled. –e.l. jayne

{cutthroat antidote}

{cutthroat antidote} her body leaned back up against the sleek sky, from this vantage point she knew, any definitive answer troubles him; killer queens beneath the new moon, drafting a dream bereft my dream, paradise would be our antidote, but it takes time, which we happen to be out of. –e.l. jayne

{cognizance}

{cognizance}
the contrast of the mountains starts to soften,
as the lavender dusk settles,
the silky, vanilla sunset soothes my soul…

{glimmering lights}

{glimmering lights} when the city lights start glimmering, as the sun curtsies upon her descent, it’s another reminder, that the most beautiful lights are borne in darkness, lights of hope, that remain unnoticeable in daylight. –e.l. jayne