I’m not going to pretend to be okay with being
The second best – like a mistress of nothingness
And haven’t the pardon to allure my senses
To such a flaw in you
The trouble is the plans are in progression
With the a, b and c notes.
And I’m not the damsel in distress
Even if you want me and must be
that
I have nothing to offer
But a truthful loss and
The ware my body takes
When I
Bat my eyes
When I can’t look at you
The way I want to
Cause’ I’ve earned
my right to be
here nor there
and I haven’t the time
to feel right now
just have the time
to know what I deserve
and what I know
I can’t deal with
And then again
Maybe it is all just a rhetorical
Thought like the way
All of it is just a
Part of the process…
Dealing….
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Alone with Thoughts, Poetry, Rawness, Temporary Lapses on March 15, 2010 by JenJuiceA recession of embracement…
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Deeper, Poetry, Rawness, Thoughts and Some on March 10, 2010 by JenJuiceRunning from your lesson
Sheltering your recession
To the shared moments
And your embracement
I shared too much with how
I’m suppose to feel
And you have my number
and the glass plated deal-
When I get too clean with results
And the bottom always falls out
When the unspokeness filters through
The one by ones
and the little caresses
of the anarchy of words
and my lack of embraces
sees my one tune and my
one silky laced reaction
the word that mirrors my aloneness
and the weekend bliss
of alteredness and the
letters I never even meant to send (or see)….
Obliterated Interest…
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Deeper, Poetry, Thoughts and Some on March 10, 2010 by JenJuiceIf I had a space in time for the way
The thinkers and rhyme
To obliterate the moments
I can’t tolerate the every single
Dotted line And my memories challenge
The way I see and how I don’t
And the ways I have to tolerate
Even though I haven’t
A single-celled interest In it all…
Whisper….
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Poetry, Thoughts and Some on March 2, 2010 by JenJuiceWhispering through the cracks in the faces
Of a dream – it seems
The lollipop drips on the motives
That slide down my leg
When I daydream
Through a whisper of stars
Circling as I sweet talk
A masterminded(ful ) thought
Into the stage and the regards
Of his name
And mine – only retire
When the bottom drops out…
Or when the band stops singing
To determine the ways how to and not to be
And sometimes it’s not just you and not them
It just is
Is – to be
And you – to see
Is you and always will be
And I am and the will be
Cause’ you know
You always got me…
Seeing you…
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Deeper, Lovers, Poetry on January 28, 2010 by JenJuiceYou came to me like the night
Reflects you – your eyes
Like lullabies that sing
The way
I see you
The inside blowing through
Me like
You do
Moving like
Honey on my
Shoulder-
you shower sweet
songs to me
Sweetened my caress to your
Face
near me
Silhouettes of your breath
speak
To the
whispers
In me
as you come through
Your beauty
moves me
Like the way
You
See
Me
See
You….
Home….
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Creative Him, Poetry, Soft Spots on January 20, 2010 by JenJuiceI can hear his voice on days like this
like the whisper and the anti-christ
at home
coming through a fine silk resemblance
of myself
inherits my tone and the bottomingless
culture we find when we belong
home grown
and there is nothing
ever known
to that tale
and its home
again
and the meaningless
alone
finding the wrinkle in the tune
to be my knew one…
Bluesy days…
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Lifetime, Mind riot, Poetry on December 11, 2009 by JenJuiceThe blues inflects
Every little step that
Holds me like the break in between
My breasts
And it shouts..”don’t you see!?!”
Like a mangled oblivion
In a room full
Of triangled mazes
There I am..standing
Lost in the moment
To the next
And next –
And not a moment to spare
When we meet again
And it just is…
This way.
Round’ the way…
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags E, Entering, Poetry, Soft Spots on November 28, 2009 by JenJuicejunkyard confessions and insight beyond her days
rounded thoughts and fingers that run deep
and no single thought to remark in the brilliance
of this time to find her line
on a day (windy and cold)
she remarks and closes the call
and enters the next phase
of it all…
thoughts travel….
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Poetry, Temporary Lapses on November 15, 2009 by JenJuicemore than not a rupture of closed moments
only found more addressed than thought
but thinking that goes through ways I don’t
have to remember so much…
Single doorways…
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Deeper, Poetry, Single Moments on November 12, 2009 by JenJuicethe speaking doorway is the only one remembered
intertwined with the heretic and the broken ledges I fall from time to time
how guitar sounds like the unfaithful moments of all the damages done
reiterating the way time changes in the distance and I just listen
to it all
as if it stood still….
Jen Juice 