Tag: poetry

{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

{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

{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

{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

{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

{barriers}

{barriers} he sat in his house for the final time, the house where his children were born, where they would play until the fireflies came out, with their youthful smiles,  and unbridled appetite for the world and all it had to offer. he thought to himself, what breaks down barriers? tragedy, tragedy breaks down barriers….

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{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,