The sun wants revenge.
She has watched us burn the Earth,
now it is our turn.
Tag: climate change
WTF World
April showers in August.
My soul sparkles,
compliant and clean,
regrets washed away,
all the names I used to carve into my heart have been scraped off,
circling the drain,
crying out for one last chance,
but never making it past the fortress of my noise cancelling headphones.
The world has always been a strange place,
but today, it troubles me more than usual.
Skies aflame,
shop shelves apologetic and empty.
The roads are a rollercoaster of potholes and warped tarmac,
and it’s been too late for far too long for anything to change,
so,
I suppose that my soul resurrecting like the redeemer isn’t so special,
but it means something to me anyway.
I wanted a clean soul for the last day of the show.
Nobody wants to die as a dirty girl.
New Visual Poem – Extinction Extinction
RECENT FREE CREATIVE WRITING COLLECTIONS
Virgin Vogue
Sad Girl’s Love Song
Drowning In Us
COME FIND ME
Twitter
Soundcloud
Instagram
Ask Jen
Facebook
Patreon
Tumblr
Amazon
Podcast
Spotify
YouTube
Rumbl
Email Me
New Podcast Episode Available
Hola amigos,
There is a new podcast episode available, featuring some new poems, as well as discussions about being a stuck up kitten, being an accidental almost vegan, being the daughter of a childish man, and being tired of Extinction Rebellion.
You can find the new episode on your favourite podcast provider here, and you can find the episode guide for Sincerely, Jennifer x here.
Besos,
J x
RECENT FREE CREATIVE WRITING COLLECTIONS
Virgin Vogue
Sad Girl’s Love Song
Drowning In Us
COME FIND ME
Twitter
Soundcloud
Instagram
Ask Jen
Facebook
Patreon
Tumblr
Amazon
Podcast
Spotify
YouTube
Rumbl
Email Me
Extinction Extinction
If a planet falls in a forest
and everyone is too busy
dancing on Westminster Bridge to hear it,
does it make a sound?
Do you think,
that there is truly magic,
in the way you sway?
I’m not trying to be rude,
but when you say things like,
“This is how we make a difference!”
“This is how we make a change!”
you sound a bit ridiculous,
if the only thing you’ve changed is your T-shirt,
after you’ve sweat one through,
from all your dance moves,
sending your message,
encoded in “entertaining” viral videos,
that became less and less lucid,
as life goes by.
The planet keeps burning,
because your open mic,
picnics at night,
interpretive dance,
Glastonbury at Green Park,
don’t mean a thing.
They don’t change a thing,
and we’re all still dead,
but you feel better,
I suppose,
and that’s what’s important.
RECENT FREE CREATIVE WRITING COLLECTIONS
Virgin Vogue
Sad Girl’s Love Song
Drowning In Us
COME FIND ME
Twitter
Soundcloud
Instagram
Ask Jen
Facebook
Patreon
Tumblr
Amazon
Podcast
Spotify
YouTube
Email Me
Sincerely, Jennifer x 