Posted in Blog, Creative Writing, Writing

Gemini

You went mad,

because you thought I didn’t find you funny,

and you had spent every day,

before you found me,

thinking that was all you were.

It’s not that I am resigned to remaining miserable,

no,

that’s not it at all,

and I do,

on occasion,

find you amazing,

amusing,

downright confusing,

delightful,

insightful,

interesting,

and bemusing.

You are a snowstorm of sentimentality,

that swirls all around me.

I reach up,

gripping on to each new aspect of you,

that I discover,

until I am snowed under,

melting and freezing all together,

a sun tanned slushy,

trying to sum up,

all the ways I want you.

So,

don’t think,

that I don’t laugh,

sometimes,

it just has to be internal,

because I am just overwhelmed,

by the eternal ways,

you find to surprise me,

by bringing a new kind of joy to my day,

every time I see you.


Read My Books

Hear My Music

Hear My Podcast

RECENT FREE CREATIVE WRITING COLLECTIONS
In The Garden Of The Free Children
Virgin Vogue
Sad Girl’s Love Song

COME FIND ME
Twitter
Soundcloud
Instagram
Ask Jen

Facebook
Patreon

Tumblr
Amazon

Podcast
Spotify

YouTube
Rumbl
Email Me

Posted in Blog, Creative Writing, Writing

Whoops, I Married A Capricorn

Five thirty,
at the mercy of approaching sunlight,
and the angry, unwelcome alarm,
I am happy,
held in heaven,
an anxious angel,
counting seconds,
sequences,
silences and small noises,
moving at the command of your rising and falling chest.
I dance to your breath,
subdued but lively,
resting and restless,
holding on,
with fevered fingertips,
to every second of waking up with you.

img_4669

Our mornings are righteous.
We are on the right side of the bed,
I join your tattoos,
touching each part of your arms that I can reach,
with closed, cautious eyes,
pretending a little longer,
that I am softly sleeping,
in high, holy, happy heaven.
You are sound asleep,
sometimes,
in every respect,
not seeing the magic you make,
or the way you have haunted me,
my whole life,
an out of reach illusion,
that my mornings were missing.

img_4668

Sometimes,
you are not a mortal,
but a sparkling soul,
sleeping all around me,
seeping inside my mind,
my nerves,
my veins,
and a million medical terms,
that I cannot name,
and I am changed.
I wake up,
renewed,
clean and pure,
tested but true,
waking up,
at last,
with you,
in high, holy, happy heaven.


Read My Books

Hear My Music

Hear My Podcast

RECENT FREE CREATIVE WRITING COLLECTIONS
In The Garden Of The Free Children
Virgin Vogue
Sad Girl’s Love Song

COME FIND ME
Twitter
Soundcloud
Instagram
Ask Jen

Facebook
Patreon

Tumblr
Amazon

Podcast
Spotify

YouTube
Rumbl
Email Me

Posted in Blog, Creative Writing, Writing

Newlyweds

Night falls,

and the hands of time,

are tornadoes,

ticking and trawling on.

Round and round,

reliving our frequent fights,

silently saying ‘Sorry’,

counting the things we have in common,

creeping around each other,

silent, sombre snakes,

nightmares in the daylight,

only dreaming when it gets dark.

Read My Books

Hear My Music

Hear My Podcast

RECENT FREE CREATIVE WRITING COLLECTIONS
In The Garden Of The Free Children
Virgin Vogue
Sad Girl’s Love Song

COME FIND ME
Twitter
Soundcloud
Instagram
Ask Jen

Facebook
Patreon

Tumblr
Amazon

Podcast
Spotify

YouTube
Rumbl
Email Me

Posted in Blog, Creative Writing, Personal

Train Crash

We flew into Tottenham Hale,

and I wanted to crash.

I wanted to crash.

I wanted to see my mind,

a beautiful mind,

(or so I’m told),

displayed against the door of the underground train,

because I need you,

and I want you,

and I have poured my entire soul into you,

but your cruel eyes,

only see me,

when I am undressed,

when I am adorably corruptible,

when I am beneath you.

img_4656

We didn’t crash.

The carriages rattled,

with the sheer volume of our tension,

but you held my hand,

and you smiled,

and I wondered,

if love was always like this.

The train did not crash,

but it did break down,

stuttering to a stop,

my hand cut free,

from the absurdly perfect scene,

we had been putting on for the public.

Yours went to work,

on finding out what the fuck was going on,

but mine stayed in place,

obedient,

afraid,

unable to think for herself anymore,

and yet again,

I wished we would crash,

just for a moment,

so I would be dead,

so I would escape,

so I would be remembered as someone who could think,

if she was free.


Read My Books

Hear My Music

Hear My Podcast

RECENT FREE CREATIVE WRITING COLLECTIONS
In The Garden Of The Free Children
Virgin Vogue
Sad Girl’s Love Song

COME FIND ME
Twitter
Soundcloud
Instagram
Ask Jen

Facebook
Patreon

Tumblr
Amazon

Podcast
Spotify

YouTube
Rumbl
Email Me

Posted in Blog, Creative Writing, Personal, Writing

13th November

Black and white,

basked in moonlight,

monochrome mistress,

of my ungranted wishes,

I am in the garden,

guarding my heart from your head full of hopes and dreams.

I have been seen,

by the stars,

staring at a telephone,

that projects classic scenes,

black and white,

like me,

trains and roaring lions,

and a kiss,

that could belong to us,

if I only had the nerve,

to give my heart,

to the intentions and attentions of your brain.

img_4661

I am at home with the horror of heartbreak,

breaking my own heart,

with my own hands,

keeping her locked away,

black and white,

black and blue.

She’s too sweet,

for the dusky,

beaten up streets,

she’s been buried,

under her own unrealistic expectations,

living underneath the underground,

where she was first split,

spilling all across the tracks,

until I picked her up,

patching her up,

promising that I would keep her safe,

but…

You are looming in the doorway,

drumming your fingers on the frame,

tempting me,

with a trail of torrential trailers,

of our forever love together,

and I followed it…

Goodness, gracious, Gretal,

here we go again.


Read My Books

Hear My Music

Hear My Podcast

RECENT FREE CREATIVE WRITING COLLECTIONS
In The Garden Of The Free Children
Virgin Vogue
Sad Girl’s Love Song

COME FIND ME
Twitter
Soundcloud
Instagram
Ask Jen

Facebook
Patreon

Tumblr
Amazon

Podcast
Spotify

YouTube
Rumbl
Email Me