{the accord of inertia} birthday candles were extinguished, children frolicked in their ghostly garments, the looming maples released the last of their leaves, october came and concluded, families gathered to feast, evergreens were dressed in their icicle draped branches, all the transitory animals migrated to mexico, neighbors lined their dwellings with lights, and took them…
Tag: poems
{paradise lost} poem x e.l. jayne
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…
{untitled poem ix} x e.l. jayne
i want to be madly in love or nothing at all. life is too short for a common love, decent music, or mediocre wine.
{vanity}
{vanity} i’ve never been in love (with you), although i have examined the behavior of love, “let us never be sad,” “let us always have fun.” am I so wrong for wanting everything to be beautiful, and beautiful only? my heart is barely what it used to be. –e.l. jayne
{plateau}
{plateau} did i let my thoughts run undisciplined for 20 minutes, or was i finally able to breathe? did I let my guard down, or was I finally healing? why can’t I figure how to forego this plateau? –e.l. jayne
{the ragged, the jagged}
if he’s startled of me in the fresh beams of the sunrise,
he’ll never recognize me under the cover of the indigo moon,
constantly seeking proof,
yet the greatest things in life cannot be proven:
love, feelings, dreams…
the shape of one’s soul,
{frozen} by SEJ
she said no,
but they sit,
like a waterfall,
constantly moving,
but going nowhere.
–SEJ
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