Archive for Poetry
Maybe, that’s it?
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags film, jenjuice, movement, Poetry, surreal erotica, sza on January 29, 2021 by JenJuiceDear Brother…..
Posted in Jencerpts.., movement with tags brain, choice, flow, movement, overthinking, Poetry on December 1, 2020 by JenJuiceOverthinking is an epidemic. Overthinking is a disease. Overthinking is not truth. Overthinking creates chaos. Overthinking is a word of thought – in which your mind creates to believe is alive. Though isn’t overthinking just a response in …your thoughts are not reality (or are they?). The stories we perceive in our mind are only ours from one lens. The only difference between illusion and delusion is with delusion you are the only one experiencing that vision. So, are we all living in illusion or delusion? Your mind – the greatest lie – or the greatest ally – You decide. The only truth – the only remedy is in presence. [the etymology of healing]
Reflections…
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags black and white, Death, finite, introspection, Life, Love, mortality, Poetry on October 29, 2020 by JenJuice…Are difficult to face, but that’s where freedom is found.
In 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.
Fuego.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags emotion, feeling, fire, human, Lifetime, Love, Poetry on October 2, 2020 by JenJuiceThe problem with fire is when feeling burn is the only feeling you feel is real.
A child (in the) hood….
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags childhood, jenjuice, Love, Poetry, resilience, the professional on September 29, 2020 by JenJuiceI’ve become a foster hoodrat who has the unexplained capacity for nuisance that almost destroyed her.
Blurry Prints….
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags focus, how life is, Life, Poetry, story, wisdom on September 13, 2020 by JenJuiceNothing they ever did ever mattered, but it did cuz it’s the mirror – the coke lines snorted from the blurry thumb prints ravished on the doorknob tho – not much to look at when we were kids.
