Trembling the inherent negotiation whispering the few
Words that center your silhouette
Crumbling from a dial tone that no longer exist
To define the equanimity of the balance.
Which is to what is.
If I come here..will you find the way?
It’s as if you are just the perception of
My mind’s eye
…but then again, I woke up.
If I come…here.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags cognitive finds, darkness, inspiration fro inside, Love, muse, Poetry, raw on August 4, 2015 by JenJuiceStemming Birth….to Death.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags darkness, Death, loss, Love, Mourning, Poetry on July 19, 2015 by JenJuiceGiving birth to death
One felony at a time.
Breeching the dotted line
I thought I had to walk along
Like the movie I told myself
When you knew me….
Clenching to each note she whispers
To the birth of song in movement.
I find an ounce of reason to keep
Moving…through this life….
The long and daunting road.
I shallow backwards to see
Even the darker side
Of me….and how
This time is awkwardly the light.
The days…I found you.
I found me.
Openness like….stillness.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Meaning, Poetry on August 29, 2014 by JenJuiceThe betterment of the recall…sincerely losing the reflection and honoring
The now.
What is that finds me in the middle of newness and the battle of acceptance
The hardest part is to find out that I really am worthy of love and happiness…
Openness is like the stillness of water…the movement of rock…
The channeling your foreverness in the moment you forgot.
The daringness in letting go is powerful.
Love in the moment(s)….
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Death, Love, Mourning, Poetry on July 26, 2014 by JenJuiceMy love, my memories, my me, my you…my everything…
where are you?
I have lost my use for words
and finding my room to stay….
Be-titled….
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Death, Hurt, pain, Poetry on October 10, 2013 by JenJuiceThere she meets progress infamously parading itself
like it did when I was near by…you
surrendered…
to the beliefs I rendered
knowing the path has proven itself
and myself like a tantrum of calm
never had one arm hung
and one throat choked
Another swinging from a pole
I drive into the ground
like Jesus found a myriad of truth
A trickle of a whisper crawls down my thigh
Swimming in thoughts
some place between you and me…
The Fucked Up possibilities of the brain.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Poetry on March 30, 2013 by JenJuicefiltering the ambition of trials that dictate my future through futile judgment and fears…
fearless and submissive to the transition of multiplying to stagnation
sin begins with feeling yourself distrust the facts….dancing in the stories of fears
purging the pain as if I was in the depths of your harness dangling from my chin
not being able to talk through my mind and my surrounds tortures me like the night from the dawn
escaping sensibilities to find which way I fucking go….
Don’t cry over spilt jeans……
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Poetry on January 27, 2013 by JenJuiceJeans split whispering through the crevice of release
Slipping down the revelry of
Emptiness of my spry self
Bottomed-out and releasing
The heroine serenading
The salty wind
By time it came….this way
I was gone.
Low lit wreckage….
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Death, Poetry, wreckage on January 27, 2013 by JenJuiceLow lit areas are best when thought less of caressed as a mess
Lost in her wallows of virtue
Turned in meaningless lost and hopeful
Shrouded in a bush left to burn reckless and abandoned
Like the maiden of your perished wreckage
Hated throughout the mind left doctorate
Held two-forced more fruity than the fake
Metal around her neck
When lost in emotional bondage
Found reckless and checked.
Sentenced to torture and rescue
Was a slave in my formative years
Whipped and beaten like the way white
Splatters the walls you lay
Something tells me you ain’t goin’ no where
Impending trees of life lost
Ripped from the masses of my embraces
Coursed and sickened trying to see straight
Only I don’t believe in lines within the straight in arrow…because
Untruths are not where you will find me…this time.
Sometimes I overlap, but not with you (or me)…..
Food for thought….
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Bored, Lost, Numb, Poetry on January 3, 2013 by JenJuiceNothing like stuck in a rhetoric of the be known to beget
The tragic fate of the undying mess
Of, how I am so bored ….
The sip of the mirror renders taste reminisces of the bitteresque –
Placing my hands on the typewriter as if I were playing a piano
Swimming shadows of
Totality featuring a smite of Beethoven hovering over my harmony
Simple life lessons and lives lost – all chalked up
To food for thought…. the path in which one gets large (and lost).
My place….
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Coffee, Poetry, Sentence on December 10, 2012 by JenJuiceWaking up with coffee festering in a glass I once called today
as it ignites its stimulating embrace.
Sitting here immaculate to the renaissance(d) face(s)
Closing the dotted lines on how to remain still
(and sane)
In a moment of un-stillness
Found the skateboard jumping off the wall
Right as I heard you say it should fall –
We live in a moment crossing our legs like the tides change
Filtering through the waterfalls and the pangs
We all find in change
The one thing that will always remain true within itself
So beautiful and so cradled
In this moment I call..my place.
Jen Juice 