…Are difficult to face, but that’s where freedom is found.
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Reflections…
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags black and white, Death, finite, introspection, Life, Love, mortality, Poetry on October 29, 2020 by JenJuiceIn lieu of sacrificing the soul…..
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags atomic, black and white, dark matter, darkness, feeling, Poetry, sacrifice on October 9, 2020 by JenJuiceI think about Dad and how I got martyrdom in the DNA
My Mon… a sociopath.
My Dad.. a martyr.
But don’t they feed each other?
I guess without feeding it …it starves to death and we define..
Our new way…in lieu of flowers,
Kindly fuck off I say…(to the programming of centuries).
To be the rock/evolvement of the lineages is the highest form of love. ️
Trust that.
I say.
Be-Title-(wo)men(t).
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags black and white, breathe, dance, emotion, floetry, Her, introspection, mantra, mind travel, movement, poems, Poetry, segregated, self love, shadow on December 12, 2016 by JenJuice
Shadow
In a segregated moment of where I am and where I want to be…I find floating movements.
Reveal the floetry of where we be…it is and it’s not me..but it is..only me.
In the mind’s eye of how I see.
Dream foundations and lost time found somewhere between you and me.
Come here…..
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags black and white, Graciousness, Love, Lovers, Lust, Pillows, Poetry, Suckley on September 3, 2015 by JenJuiceThe mirror of a flail.
I feel my nipples ripple
Through my blouse
And wishing your hands
Were in place of the whistle
From the ceiling fan
Grazing the baby kisses on my
Neck…
The beauty next to nothing
An auto-biography under her
Ring…a
Something that
What the fuck does she do with this?
Stand still – be there when I look
At you…sweat
Suckle like a baby needing
A piece of the pie
Needles lost in a stack
And…I ain’t going back.
Jen Juice 