Forgive-me-(k)nots bolted to the swaying wall of thought
Choked on how I saw it and how I was tied
Up with how I don’t ever fit it
Clinching the rope…. climbing
To the top of this liquid wall
Explosive calls lost in the swollen
Red lips puckered up
Choking on my slippery words
Of how I met and how I
Am so scared to take down
These hard (to translate) walls….
Archive for Poetry
Walls……
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Fear, Poetry, Walls on August 4, 2012 by JenJuiceTo have and not to hold.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Alcoholics, loss, Poetry on May 10, 2012 by JenJuiceThey all ask me why I’m not crying
How am I so solid?
How am I so strong?
There is so much abuse
I can take
Until, that’s it.
I’m done.
Some things look like flowers
And I remember how they melted
In the seam of the abuse
And the lies
Rather than be in the shadow
Of all your emotional punches
And my cries (for help)
I stand up and walk
Right through that door
Letting you go
To have and not to hold.
Derelict and Demise……
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Alcoholics, loss, Poetry, Seperated on May 9, 2012 by JenJuiceA single cell of rigor mortis has set in my sentiment
For the way you induce suffering
Blocking the wreckage and the dismay (of you)
Bleeding heart to hurt others
Sick and sick as can be
And I don’t know what’s worse
Alcoholism or your attachment –
To your noose
of the narcissist that you won’t set free
that has a hold of your shaking
hands that
won’t stop till you dose yourself
with your whiskey and the thought
to not belong
hurt others
so you can feel the company
of the hell that you enable
the miles of hatred and anger
of your song
The laceration of your untruths cut so deep
Not letting it go
And cradle
Like the whiskey in your eyes
Drowning soul
Of a lost boy reaching
For his death
in depths
Of the good riddance bottled
up with his derelict..
A hope that we can only wish
The prison he has built will
Save him from himself
And surrender his golden heart
From this heart-wrenching disease
And sickness.
Un-named Me.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Drowning, Lost, Mirrors, Poetry on April 11, 2012 by JenJuiceA meaning of whomever you are
Of the light
The mirror
And the wronged
A mention of intention
And a rendezvous of hope.
Sliced my throat
As I tried to talk
Forced to shut it down
And the mirror
I cannot look at
As I see the raindrops
Choke
On the reverence
Of the mention
Smoking flames
The going and the pangs
Lost in my moments
Circling the filters
Swimming through
The lost and the unnamed….
The Is.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Love, Now, Poetry on March 22, 2012 by JenJuiceThe sunlight penetrating through my mind
As the symphony of fingers rendered seamless
dance thru my skin.
Sounds forgiven as the moment swims
Criticized by a moment of desire(s)
And sins…
Elegant and heart-field cries
She smiles and grins
Centered in the miles
Of his translucent eyes
Like the dotted whisper
Caressing his smile…
She cries while the now of fantasies surrenders
and fingers
The mile of thought(s)
And long-winded memories (censored)
That takes her down
One day at a time
And knowing the freedom
Is all in the moment listening
Through the sound(s)
Here again and again –
And The Is –
Is Now.
Doing….what I am.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Mind riot, Poetry on October 6, 2011 by JenJuiceYou 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….
the (Grateful) dead.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Dead, Hippie, Poetry on September 21, 2011 by JenJuicescrewing my way through the laughter and the pangs
the moments and the sane
rembrandting pathways endlessly and effortlessly
impactful
and no way to think outside of myself
and in and unto she wept.
floor(ed) in the middle of the concrete
looking back with the moment as the defeat
child erasing thoughts as if the crayon
wasn’t thick enough
I wake in the middle of the wake
he symbolizes
my outlet and my fate
choking on the fucking moment
how dare it come so soon
as if I had something else to say
look at her when she skirts the wit
and the jokes
showing the underlying blind
breaking into the wreckage
of the half-hearted and half-assed
beginning to end what I’ve come
to and have said
days and the moments
where all I could do is feel
the fire
and fret and
heed to a moment
where all she did is bled..
through bed sheets of her mind
her thoughts
and moments and past
and all that she has had
that was and was not blind(ed)
fevered reckless
of the thoughtless
and the books
of the grounded and the (Grateful)dead…
The Jekyll and the End.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Drunk, Poetry on September 16, 2011 by JenJuicethis withering and unjustified scene twilight the night
like the muffins from the Hitchcock film ignites light
in the background of my mind
shadowing a nuisance
of a moment that no one understands but me
between the Jekyll and the Hyde – him
the undertaking to the road to the end.
Immortal transitioning….
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Hurt, Poetry, Silent, Temporary Lapses on September 16, 2011 by JenJuicebeing distant comes at a disadvantage of enormous suffering I never realized till now
shallow(ed) in a pavilion of lug weights of self-entitled lesser than(s) and immaculate traits
found the pangs of trying to hold on to
what was never meant to be in the first (or last) place
juggled a myriad of trials
and found the only true way
was truth in a way I never could admit
nor found a way to portray
till now…to tell…
Wrenching vanity……
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Death, Drunk, Poetry on September 14, 2011 by JenJuice
reveling in the future
back-dated and herring mucus
penetrates the view of you
when I think – of you
and sink
which, you are…blink by blink
so heart-wrenching to watch someone
die before your eyes;
there is no logic behind
the vanity and the pangs
the views and the lies
when you see the proud
and the oblong of
you and the (un)strong and the eye
withering limb by limb.
you – a so, very sad and dying song….
Jen Juice 