{untitled poem xvi} the walls had darker patches where old paintings had hung for years, her favorite quote used to be, “you’re as happy as you want to be” she doesn’t say it anymore. –e.l. jayne
Tag: poetryisnotdead
{convalescence} poem x e.l. jayne
{convalescence} the era of romanticism expresses the appreciation for the ancient roman culture, which honors art, intuition, independence, and the individual experience, it contested the industrialization, and systemization of our lives, brought about by the enlightenment era, that argued for logic and reason to lead your life, because that’s not living. emerging from my enlightenment…
{the accord of inertia} poem x e.l. jayne
{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…
{untitled poem xiv} x e.l. jayne
{untitled poem xiv} and don’t blame me for wanting to be hopelessly in love because love is the only thing we can truly curate in our lives.
{untitled poem xiii} x e.l. jayne
i hurry up and finish my civilian duties for the day so i can sit on this barren hardwood floor, drink red wine, and compose poetry, which is, in fact, my greatest contribution as a civilian. –e.l. jayne
{souvenir} poem x e.l. jayne
{souvenir} zooming out i can see clearly, which role i cast you to play, and indeed you played it well, the rarities you represented about me, to not return home empty handed, like a souvenir but better. a good drama always has a heart wrenching last act, to let you know it’s over, there’s no…
{charred remains} poem x e.l. jayne
{charred remains} because no matter how beautiful a forest grows, the aftermath of a forest fire only shows the charred remains of a past life. –e.l. jayne
{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.
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