Synopsis: A collection of poems written since Jennifer’s graduation from university, covering various subjects such as writing classes, the horror of a dull lover, childhood fears, and the forgotten ones.
Pretentious
My hand is bro… bro… ken.
Shattered.
l i t t l e letters.
Wrong hands.
Deep throat.
Can’t get shallow.
Drow
Ning
Same old clinton’s cards shit.
I’m not written that way.
5ever bbz
A lullaby of gracious monotone
Leaks from chapped mouth
Behind every glance, textbooks
Textbooks and death.
Unlock lips, gates to hours of light sleeping
Every smoky cardigan encases personality babies
But baby is frozen, in time, red pen and bella magazine
Boy
Small fire.
Desperately screaming for attention.
It fizzled in the fireplace and tweeted goodbye to living.
Lonely teapot.
Missing the cups and shivering from cold.
Frowning at its lack of usefulness.
Brandy glass.
Snuggling with lager.
Violated, broken.
Because nothing will be the same again.
I am a flaming brandy glass.
I could have housed tea.
You. Brandy flavoured cup of matches.
Come home.
Eodem Aestuans Desiderio
We traced the burned out corners with shivering fingers,
desperate for the ember that used to reside in this place.
She was lost,
so we got a new she.
Happily, we stroked her heart face,
fed the constant hunger.
Shrill cries broke the night,
and joined mine.
Clamaverunt omnes
Isn’t it strange,
killing two hearts with one baby.
Combate Puro
Hide in the valleys,
I’ll burst into flames, again.
Your name is a lie.
Pencil Turtle Spider
You are my mirror.
Stare back, twin, tender eyes,
encasing webbed dreams,
things you could become,
if your shell set you free.
Heartache.
Your strength makes me sick.
Falling for dull, dark stories,
drag me to the lights in my head.
Head fuck.
My sarcastic smile is nothing,
to the choir of blood and muscle.
They sing, joy on their breath,
that you are real.
Love
Forgotten
I can smell something
and
it
it could be perfume.
Yes.
That’s right.
Perfume.
Nice.
My girl.
I think.
Well, you see,
the doctor told me,
I loved you once.
He whispers a name to me,
sometimes.
Your face rings a –
Oh.
Hey, what is that word I’m looking for?
Miedo A La Oscuridad
No words needed,
to force fear.
Shhhh, I can hear every shallow, panicked breath.
I’m always here,
shy of the light,
under the bed.
Turn off the light, kid.
Let’s have some fun.
Let me be free,
it won’t be so bad.
Not for me, anyway.
Turn off the light, kid.
There’s nowhere to run.
It’s going to be a good night.
Sidechick
Transplant your dad bands,
onto my playlists.
Just like your jumpers,
jumped into my arms.
And the diamonds of guilt,
left the toilet seat up,
So it felt like you stayed
Go back to her,
if you must.
© Jennifer Juan 2015
