You 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….
Archive for Mind riot
Doing….what I am.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Mind riot, Poetry on October 6, 2011 by JenJuiceYou’re the big winner….contest(ed)
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Death, Deeper, Mind riot, Poetry on May 16, 2011 by JenJuiceLosing the thought among the lost and wretched…the masses
Sipping the spit off the rims dripping from the institutions of “you’re the big winner!”
Competition of the mystery rivals
Sensations with the misery of compliances
I only talk if I have something to say…
Not so much of a covert(ed) mistress of your life
“There she goes again”..they say.
Walking all over the faces of immortal treasury
And the fucked and saluted ignorant of the nation that preys…
Off the resistance of how much I care is how much I feel
Not holding onto it..kinda like the way…I let go of every little
Thing in my life…
Even you….lost interest in your weaknesses
Just like the infomercials rising a speak from
My alter-dreamer last night around 8:03pm (censored).
Imminen(t)…
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Deeper, Mind riot, Poetry on April 4, 2011 by JenJuice
The undisputed claim
Pole dancing and the last
Thing when I say my name
Founded in a life line
Of crochet(ed)
And nickel(ed) dimes
All the same
Fuck this time
And my mind
All the time(s)
Run together
Like you and I
Bottomed out
And worn the fuck…..
Beautiful boy….
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Mind riot, Poetry, self hate on August 13, 2010 by JenJuice
Sometimes I write with my right hand
And other times not
Like when I see you hit
The ground nine times running
Pounding with all you got –
You against the world
Cradle the victim sword and ridicule
Rocking back and forth
Please don’t go there no more
Cause you make every situation
An excuse to grope the bottle
Of intention
And the whiskey calls
Like the little boy that you are
Crumbles
In the middle of the broken rubble
When life swells the center
And you fall so deep under
That not even you surrender
can’t climb
The way out this time
I duck when you throw your woes
Buried in my rhymes
Calming my senses and
Running away from your ploy
Hit the bottle one more time
And don’t fall down the stairs
When you wind up so down
And buried in self hate and worry
You –
The tragedy of this beautiful boy…
Worthless…
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Alone with Thoughts, Mind riot, Poetry on April 26, 2010 by JenJuiceNever 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 again..it’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…
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.
Confused…
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Confusion Seeps, Mind riot, Poetry on October 21, 2009 by JenJuiceI have a mile of fear that isn’t coercive
To anything but moving forward
And ideologies less adorned
And I find myself at a stopping point
Of what I should expect
And what I should just be OK with
And never does the truth filter down my leg
Like a dirty little thought that comes
From deep rooted side-notes
And not sure where I go from here
Not sure if I ask
Or just do
Or just lie down and say –
I’m through…
White nothingness…
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Mind riot, Poetry, Sadness, Thoughts and Some on October 12, 2009 by JenJuiceBeginning to counter-culture the white walls
That only find me when I’m not looking
Oh, how I miss….
The ground –
When did it all seem to find me
Amazing graces
All the way to the spit that trickles
Down my leg
When I forget to swallow
And the fangs
Seen only when I look at the others
But why do I want to cuz
There is no miss and how I can’t figure
Out this fire door that I’m jumping through…
Unnessessary…
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Alone with Thoughts, Mind riot, Poetry on October 12, 2009 by JenJuiceWhen 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 …
Cradled…
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Mind riot, Poetry, Think for yourself on August 16, 2009 by JenJuice
how many times can one be so cradled
by the luggage of your mind
in a world of victims and green lit sunsets –
that all have a past and something used
to fault our own securities
but I’m not the angry girl
that can cradle her life away
in a world that defines living by a prison of the minds.
I’m just not going to attach to that bandwagon
of penises and useless agendas
and the heart-shattered manholes that somehow
I’ve climbed out of
and watch through the awakening of my eye
and wonder where do I go from here…
Jen Juice 