Moving away from me and the wondering things I’ve seen
Systems wrapping up an overload of wretched sentencing
Floored to the crooked mirror of thoughtless findings
So bludgeoned by the interrogation –
Bastards of extra marital dues….
Bastards of doom……
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Fuck, Mentor, Poetry, Salvage on December 5, 2012 by JenJuiceLathered…..
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Poetry on August 23, 2012 by JenJuiceWhat is it to be the rendered and the free?
Next to self, it’s a disease
Rembrandts and withered feelings
Of abandonment
Featuring the one I adore
In a sense of notoriety
I found myself feeling
Confused and parted
In and out of me
And fighting the words
And what I never thought
I was worth
To be solid, to be loved,
To be more…
To be me.
You found me lathering
My life against my bosoms
and can
You understand
That I don’t get it or want to
Find what I’m set – for
Just trying to be here
And let someone come find me…
Cuz, I’m too tired to do the work for me anymore.
Bondaged……
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Ache, Bondage, Poetry on August 21, 2012 by JenJuiceReverent installations of the salivating moments
I don’t really feel
Not until the floor drops on my cushion
Bottled up hope
And sanctions
Created for a little cynical pleasures
Now and again
Cradling the sharpest part –
Dancing in the dirt
Like a bondaged messiah
So often heard as the longest
And last good-bye….
Cursed…and Re-hearsed.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Death, Lost, Poetry on August 19, 2012 by JenJuiceNo one knows how it is to walk in another person’s shoes
They say “oh, I understand”
No…you really don’t
You don’t know what it’s like to hold the hand of death day after day
And you tell me you get it
Well, I’ll tell you are wrong…
Cuz you can’t get it.
As much as I want someone to take this
burden off my shoulders…it doesn’t seem to be
….oh, I don’t know what I’m doing
Finding nothing in every door….
Feel so lost and so penetrated in a blazed cloud
all to be alone
In the sea of how long
And how forgotten..I’ve become.
Walls……
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Fear, Poetry, Walls on August 4, 2012 by JenJuiceForgive-me-(k)nots bolted to the swaying wall of thought
Choked on how I saw it and how I was tied
Up with how I don’t ever fit it
Clinching the rope…. climbing
To the top of this liquid wall
Explosive calls lost in the swollen
Red lips puckered up
Choking on my slippery words
Of how I met and how I
Am so scared to take down
These hard (to translate) walls….
To have and not to hold.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Alcoholics, loss, Poetry on May 10, 2012 by JenJuiceThey all ask me why I’m not crying
How am I so solid?
How am I so strong?
There is so much abuse
I can take
Until, that’s it.
I’m done.
Some things look like flowers
And I remember how they melted
In the seam of the abuse
And the lies
Rather than be in the shadow
Of all your emotional punches
And my cries (for help)
I stand up and walk
Right through that door
Letting you go
To have and not to hold.
Derelict and Demise……
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Alcoholics, loss, Poetry, Seperated on May 9, 2012 by JenJuiceA single cell of rigor mortis has set in my sentiment
For the way you induce suffering
Blocking the wreckage and the dismay (of you)
Bleeding heart to hurt others
Sick and sick as can be
And I don’t know what’s worse
Alcoholism or your attachment –
To your noose
of the narcissist that you won’t set free
that has a hold of your shaking
hands that
won’t stop till you dose yourself
with your whiskey and the thought
to not belong
hurt others
so you can feel the company
of the hell that you enable
the miles of hatred and anger
of your song
The laceration of your untruths cut so deep
Not letting it go
And cradle
Like the whiskey in your eyes
Drowning soul
Of a lost boy reaching
For his death
in depths
Of the good riddance bottled
up with his derelict..
A hope that we can only wish
The prison he has built will
Save him from himself
And surrender his golden heart
From this heart-wrenching disease
And sickness.
Un-named Me.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Drowning, Lost, Mirrors, Poetry on April 11, 2012 by JenJuiceA meaning of whomever you are
Of the light
The mirror
And the wronged
A mention of intention
And a rendezvous of hope.
Sliced my throat
As I tried to talk
Forced to shut it down
And the mirror
I cannot look at
As I see the raindrops
Choke
On the reverence
Of the mention
Smoking flames
The going and the pangs
Lost in my moments
Circling the filters
Swimming through
The lost and the unnamed….
The Is.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Love, Now, Poetry on March 22, 2012 by JenJuiceThe sunlight penetrating through my mind
As the symphony of fingers rendered seamless
dance thru my skin.
Sounds forgiven as the moment swims
Criticized by a moment of desire(s)
And sins…
Elegant and heart-field cries
She smiles and grins
Centered in the miles
Of his translucent eyes
Like the dotted whisper
Caressing his smile…
She cries while the now of fantasies surrenders
and fingers
The mile of thought(s)
And long-winded memories (censored)
That takes her down
One day at a time
And knowing the freedom
Is all in the moment listening
Through the sound(s)
Here again and again –
And The Is –
Is Now.
Doing….what I am.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Mind riot, Poetry on October 6, 2011 by JenJuiceYou had time to moment each and every rhyme
dauntless courage and infinite desperate thoughts
you had…flourished into nothingness
like the moment I had nothing to say
but how I haven’t a clue
but I only do what I do
while I’m here….
living this life….
Jen Juice 