Melody
Posted on May 23, 2018 Leave a Comment
I wrote you a song,
shyly singing,
story of our strange love,
our starry eyed,
stupid but brave love,
all the ways you drove me insane,
love.
La, la, la,
love.
Our song is terrible,
because we never learned to harmonise.
You can’t project,
slipping in and out of key,
and every now and again,
I forget the longing, loving lyrics.
Our song is terrible,
my strange,
starry eyed,
stupid but brave love,
but I can’t get it out of my head.
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Twenty Two Forever
Posted on May 21, 2018 Leave a Comment
Twenty two forever,
on the 21st,
crowned by carnations,
late in life prom queen,
balancing along the beams,
of the blue sky.
I hear you call to me,
on your birthday,
on our first day,
on her anniversary,
your mouth still and shut.
Everybody is texting and talking.
We’re alone,
at last.
I fall down,
hoping to hang myself
on your aged arms,
so you can see twenty two again.
Clear and clean,
still dreaming,
daring to dance in dirt,
covered in blood,
but free of bruises and scars,
like you used to be.
Maybe this time,
it will be forever.
I’m still alive,
blue butterfly,
caught in a net,
of lace dresses,
human hair,
hurried heartbeats.
Tell yourself it’s just tonight,
tangled with me,
and my teasing.
We’ll throw the calendar
from the highest floor,
and time will be tempted by our young, dumb smiles,
to leave us in our lace, lust mess.
Maybe this time,
we will be together.
Forever.
Together.
Whatever.
Whatever.
It’s hard to talk,
when you kiss me.
My crown is dying,
faster than either of us expected.
I’m thrown from my throne,
to my knees,
caressing your calves,
snaking around your sense of gravity,
still alive,
learning to be a melted ice queen,
who can belong to you,
without feeling I am no longer my own.
Forever.
Together.
Whatever.
Whatever.
It’s hard to think,
when you’re near me.
I’m still alive.
I’m still yours.
I’m still mine.
Twenty two forever.
Alone, at last.
Yours, at last.
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New Video: Pepsi Cola
Posted on May 21, 2018 Leave a Comment
Hola amigos,
You can now check out the video for my latest poem “Pepsi Cola”.
I hope you enjoy it!
Besos,
J x
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Pepsi Cola
Posted on May 21, 2018 Leave a Comment
Just when I thought it was over,
melancholy under the moon,
I decided I was tired of missing you,
so I tore off my clothes,
my past,
and sank into silk sheets,
ready for one last drink,
before bidding goodbye,
to my dreams of you.
Just when I thought it was over,
I choked on my Pepsi cola,
my throat slinking around oxygen,
cobra crush,
crimson cheeks.
Panic.
Panic.
Panic.
I thought I was going to die.
Orchid across your shoulders.
I never meant to see your shoulders.
I fall beneath them,
my eyes sewn shut,
to avoid your own,
but still I cannot resist you.
I thought I was going to die,
and I realised,
the breathlessness,
the helplessness,
the panic.
Panic.
Panic.
It reminded me of when I look at you,
and it was not over.
It would never be over.
I wish I had choked to death.
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Loving A Librarian
Posted on May 17, 2018 1 Comment
I don’t love you,
anymore,
you’ll be pleased to know,
but I love to pour over the books,
you stole for me,
page by page,
I am suddenly in Spoons,
chocolate cake and cider,
before class,
texting affection,
our friends got sick of hearing out loud.
Am I allowed,
to love you a little?
I’ll never see you again,
those pages are drowned,
dripping in who we were,
and how we loved,
as I love you,
just a little.
I can barely read.
I don’t think I want to,
but I hold the ink close,
begging it not to run,
where I can’t follow.
I dry my eyes,
and then,
it’s gone,
again.
I don’t love you,
anymore,
until next time.
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