Tag: poetry

{bereft an answer} poem x e.l. jayne

{bereft an answer} pink light reflects off the granite mountains, if I had all the answers, I would surely act accordingly, today, I have only reality, and I cannot play with that. life hurts less when you see it for what it is. when will i look back, and not have the urge to rewrite…

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{the paralysis of i don’t know} poem x e.l. jayne

{the paralysis of i don’t know}poem x e.l. jayne succumbed to the sheer solidity, of failing to forecast the future, we permit the moment to paralyze us.  life grants us our freedom of choices, yet the inherit fear of failing forces us to a standstill,  which, to be explicit,  is an automatic forfeit.  sometimes, skin…

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{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

‘…an intense and holy poetry.’

“The old Intuit say the breath of a god and the breath of a human, when commingled, cause a person to create an intense and holy poetry.” –Clarissa Pinkola Estes from Women Who Run With Wolves

{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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