Archive for Reaching

You can’t fix….Stoopid.

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , on May 12, 2011 by JenJuice

You can’t fix stoopid…My anti-autobiography related
To the non-relation to the family
And where did I come from? Cuz, the last time
I saw the torrid affair between the monitor
And the past I’ve been resurrected from…
Shown nothing like the doll complacent
Like I show….except, only if I really really like you.-
Then there is the abrasive abandonment of characteristics
and a pretty smile to jack up the disinterment of the lollipop
in my mouth..that somehow turns them on like you wouldn’t believe..
and I don’t..believe.
in much..just the way of the road I see..and don’t.
Cuz mothers and fathers don’t really hail an existence of hope
– just a feux dial and a mocked adventure
When I crouch down and hold the phone
I lock up around my neck and choke…
And deep breath for the miles and miles
Of heretics…that soak
The moments and the non-logic and the sacred senses
And somehow, I always find a way out….

The Ex Hangover….

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , on April 4, 2011 by JenJuice

One of those days laying in a spell of me and you
Changing sheets after I tore them up
Rot with desire
And a bolted memory of
The distress of it all
And a mirrored-reflection
Of the ways you wore me out
With the fog you’re in and me
And my discretion(s)

With all the sanctions
Of you and the way you cry
When I send every little
Reason why you must
Not die for such a
Unpatriotic cause….


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