{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
Tag: poetry
{reality} poem x e.l. jayne
{reality} the only thing I believe in is art. however much I identify with Romanticism, I can only find repose in Expressionism, distorted, exaggerated, unvarnished truths stemming from my imagination, rather than reality. —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
{lopsided love} poem x e.l. jayne
{lopsided love} i drink coffee at midnight, so i can keep writing, because my soul demands it, because today you told me, that i love you more than you love me, as if i didn’t know already. –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…
{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.
{counterbalance} poem x e.l. jayne
{counterbalance} love is blind; a reflection of ourselves, it’s loving the image of someone ceaselessly and ignorantly, not the person— but how they make you feel. to love someone else is the ultimate act of self-love, counterbalanced with the risk of self destruction. –e.l. jayne
{wind} poem part II x e.l. jayne
{wind} part II like the wind, your words leave no trace, you only see the aftermath of its destruction. –e.l. jayne
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