Jey Paradox
Everything burst open. Ripping, Tearing, Junetime and Maytime When the moths exploded
Something coughs inside me, Sharp and scratchy, Crude and weak I feel a cold black finger Pressed up hard against
Broken yellow beads Spill all over the floor She looks over her shoulder And my stomach sinks. Hello, I say.
You Are Drop-dead gorgeous All of your “imperfections” Are simply little pieces of your b…
Summer tastes like Rain, and running And crying into wood, Like smiling but Never meaning it–
Red steams under pressure Engines eternally shifting underne… I wish I knew where I was going I wish I knew where I have been For I have lost my memory.
What if We loved like We have never before Felt worthless?
Take me, All of me, Into your strong freckled arms Small from the trees Brown from the sun
Suspension is funny. Spiderweb– Pendulum– Noose. Mindly, ungodly things.
Perfect S. not spherical You draw the curve Just right or else it isn’t what i… Was supposed to be the Dao. The Tao. The path the black and w…
Sometimes, I am lonely. I stare out the window And wish for the world. Not to share it,
When I can no longer write, When I have not the strength To put fingers to keys, or Ink to thinly sliced wood When I go silent
Hold her, Soft against you, She’s afraid to look down. Hold her, Your fingertips on hers,
Some nails are meant to be painted… Bright colors of turquoise and bla… Some wrists are meant to be decora… With bracelets of gold and silver. Some eyes are meant to be embellis…
You, With your hair up in a ponytail. Stop, I love you. You are too pretty to cry.
