Archive for Alone with Thoughts


Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , on April 26, 2010 by JenJuice

Never felt that such things would make me

Question my worth

In the paramount lectures

Of thought

Comes to fruition that

Only light feels the way I hear

And I want to reach out, but I find

Once’s only me

And the strength within

It is such the reality of the lesser thans

That get and hold me hard

I can’t sleep

I can’t eat

And I am remembering

All the lack I can’t begin to be

Not now

Not ever

Just holding on to the

Extremes that life takes us

Even if it means

Remembering who we are

And where we are at…


Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , on March 15, 2010 by JenJuice

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
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…


Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , on October 12, 2009 by JenJuice

When the trouble comes down

It’s the bottom, me and my whiskey can

I can’t seem to abbreviate my emotions

This early on a Monday

Only one thing can condone such mind clutter

And the overcompensation for approvals

Unwarranted and unneeded –  but me, my bottom

And the unnecessary …


Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , on October 12, 2009 by JenJuice

The parade of pangs and rot-judgment

Let loose of me….

Cradled in darkness and only

The thoughts to reach out

And challenge me…

One day gone

And a dozen more to go…


Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , on June 9, 2009 by JenJuice

Angelina-Jolie---Girl-Interrupted--C10101761Something in the grasps that show

Every little thought structure create a shiny new vacancy

As I cradle my head to appease

The barrage of mind riots

That I can’t seem to shake

Not so loosely that I can mistake

for another something less costly

 My eyes closed to the fingers typing

Musical notes of chills that

Explode through my body

Like a tidal wave of fear

I have never felt so near

To a feeling I can almost