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Parma Violet Prince
Opium, under my skin, soaked into my soul, slightly sweet, supernaturally seductive. My parma violet prince, on the air, my mind, my lips, nestled in my neediest nights, when I creep down the stair case, sniffing and sighing, like a mad woman. You are my affliction, addiction, obsession, conviction. I am handcuffed to heaven,…
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First Kiss
My first kiss, was a tragedy. Not Greek, or Shakespearean, just us. I shook, inside your guilty grasp, not your niece, but just as nice as Catherine. You tell me twice, you can’t believe the mess, as you gaze, from the bridge, where people like us end up, enjoying the view, before we throw ourselves…
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Bruised And Blue
“Hey man.” He says, knowing I am at home, where he left me, a forgotten phone, or set of keys. “Are you controlling a woman?” I wish I were a forgotten phone, or a set of keys. I sing lullabies to my legs, bruised and blue, we get in the way of his meditation, or…
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New Podcast!
Hola amigos, I have updated the podcast episode guide and you can check out the new episode here. On the latest episode, I talked about romantic frustration, letting go of the past and biphobia, as well as reading some new poems. Hope you enjoy the episode! Besos, J x Enter The Monthly Poetry Competition here…
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The Babysitter
You never weatherproofed your roof, and so I came, with the rain, falling unwelcome, but essential, dripping into your daydreams, washing away the nights of low self esteem, waiting in the gutter, for you to need me again. I dance in the damp, to the sound of your thunder, love for each striking stroke, of…
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