{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: romanticism
{time and punishment} poem x e.l. jayne
{time and punishment} branches of the ancient pines bow gloomily, as the scarlet sunset fades into the forest. i suppose i write the story in past tense, because it’s the last thing i want to happen, but if i prepare for it, i won’t be surprised, and perhaps even suffer a little less. but also…
{fact or fiction} poem x e.l. jayne
{book lovers} floating like two inverted amber moons, a staring contest with the devil commences, isn’t it phenomenal, that we freely read sad stories? even if we knew the ending, we couldn’t restrain from reading our story, writing each chapter, sipping tea through a lump of brown sugar, captivated by the cracks and crevices of…
{on rainy days} poem x e.l. jayne
{on rainy days} greenish mildewy panes, framed the view from my corner of the world, they could always speak like this to each other, continuing a conversation they had not begun, let us live in the now forever, that’s what her ethereal eyes tried to express. she pressed her hand against the window, to feel…
{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…
{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
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