this withering and unjustified scene twilight the night
like the muffins from the Hitchcock film ignites light
in the background of my mind
shadowing a nuisance
of a moment that no one understands but me
between the Jekyll and the Hyde – him
the undertaking to the road to the end.
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The Jekyll and the End.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Drunk, Poetry on September 16, 2011 by JenJuiceImmortal transitioning….
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Hurt, Poetry, Silent, Temporary Lapses on September 16, 2011 by JenJuicebeing distant comes at a disadvantage of enormous suffering I never realized till now
shallow(ed) in a pavilion of lug weights of self-entitled lesser than(s) and immaculate traits
found the pangs of trying to hold on to
what was never meant to be in the first (or last) place
juggled a myriad of trials
and found the only true way
was truth in a way I never could admit
nor found a way to portray
till now…to tell…
Wrenching vanity……
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Death, Drunk, Poetry on September 14, 2011 by JenJuice
reveling in the future
back-dated and herring mucus
penetrates the view of you
when I think – of you
and sink
which, you are…blink by blink
so heart-wrenching to watch someone
die before your eyes;
there is no logic behind
the vanity and the pangs
the views and the lies
when you see the proud
and the oblong of
you and the (un)strong and the eye
withering limb by limb.
you – a so, very sad and dying song….
Torched sentiment.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Breaking, Poetry, Sickness on September 12, 2011 by JenJuicemelting in my pot turned gray
living it up how I like
without the banishment and the crazy ass sickness
I get from you
If I were you – I would walk off a plank to be a better man.
So afraid of your moments of despair and torched sympathy.
I gotta say “get the fuck away from me”..I can only be so empathetic
to your punching me in the face
again and again
and your belligerent please (and thank yous).
It’s a little too late for you
but I still got plenty of time…to be me.
Without you.
Strong – Withheld.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Junxtaposing, Poetry, Rawness on August 30, 2011 by JenJuicekissing me for the levels and the denials – solid
featuring the distinguished metaphysical boring – solid
left withholding and before and afters – left
to the right of the second doorway featuring my new arm – right(s)
The nows and the in-betweens…..
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Filters, Men, Mountains, Poetry on August 28, 2011 by JenJuiceeveryone of them had something I needed at that time and that place-men(t)
I was left and right in…
lots of moments to pass and evolve during the distress of it all
long way from home if home is where I call those feelings of less thans
and heretics of imagery
they all had a strength and a special place to hold me to them
on the wall of the men I’ve left behind…
and the men that created the me in between
the distances and the fault lines escaped
some place between
me and the now and the somewhere in between…..
Un-Meaningful Curtain Drops…..
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Numb, Poetry on August 28, 2011 by JenJuiceMorning contents the way I’ve lost all feeling for you….
I won’t know yesterday from my wrongs
intervals of heritage and symbolic gestures
sentiments much less than the way I wore it yesterday – with you
lost in the mind of the way things were when I was there…
not there any more
in my yesterdays…
I don’t even act like I hear…you.
any more
looking into this drought of emotion
wondering where my thirst for fingers
like the wretched and the twisted
mourning scarred me like the way I lost
me when I saw you…manifest that way
of un-meaningful curtain drops
and last calls
we missed it…and I found me in the moment swearing
to the sky – full of know how and imagine-less –
fretting from the you that makes me cringe
but….don’t worry….baby.
.it’s not you…it’s me.
Showing Your Ass….again.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Poetry, self hate on July 29, 2011 by JenJuiceEssence of notability laughs in my face
When I expect you to have any sense of self
You’re the convict of and to himself
So mesmerized by your own junk trail of
Coldness and all alone-
The one the pigs follow and grin sullenly
Selfish and less than
You always were
Rationalizing criteria – the one that equate to dying
In your heartless fate
Wrenched in credibility and your entourage of yes men
Make you so sick
Looking around to give you the benefit
You look so ugly to me
Like the Drano of existence
Bottomed out and cried
You and your demands
Are worthless…
In this lifetime.
Till Now…..
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags letting go, Love, Poetry on July 18, 2011 by JenJuiceWays to never concede in a room full of deceit…
And never thought I’d say the things I do at times I do..
And then the fair-weathered thought flows off my shoulder
To yours
Just the boys come and go and I walk away
Just like I always do – they say….
Bet you never thought who you were dealin’
With till now…
You see me when I left you in your fevered
Embrace
I bet you thought you could tailgate my rendered
Love for you
But the truth hurts when I’m not the one that gets attached
The salvation of letting go is free(er) than the impending
Sleeping alone…that feels so free
When I turn….I let go…cuz
Space and love equal letting go…
That’s the way I am – don’t think I ever look back
Cuz I am who I am…smiles, zen and all…
Don’t ever think you knew that…
Till now….
Anomaly of the Cliche’….
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Life, Poetry, You on July 7, 2011 by JenJuiceCrucifying my time to do what’s right
For what’s real –
The time – It somewhat accuses my variance
And the ability to fight
Flashing my tits as though I have something
To show
Racing in an ambulance of ambiguity
Rushing back and forth
And oh, how it moves so slow
The time –
For the second lifetime of
Geniality genius
Corrupts the motive behind
This venture
As the doctor reached through his words
Saw through the junkyard musician
And blunders
Of the anomaly and the precision
Seeping through the mirror – seeing
Somehow sought owned
And somehow caught undone
Just like the past and the reveal
And the motion(end)
That lies in between – the days and me
And (us)….
Clarity of words and shyness of the truth behind
The all and every cliché’ – breathing
Behind me
Refocusing on the focus swimming through my veins
Like I saw you..reaching in a blank state of wondering
Why I am here and you are there…and you are you.
Sleeping as I wake through this parade of courage –
The grapes bust open in my mouth and drip
Full-ness
As the juice slips down my lips
Like the way he called me the beloved
Anomaly of his day….. reaching for his senses
To say he misses…me and the way….
Enlisted in the future
Reverences of my holy,
my hells and this paranormal of a day.
Jen Juice 