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its not yours its not mine, its us both. We decided to do this we both needed it, wanted it craved it. Yes it was destined to happen, when you walked in the room I instantly felt you, when I danced with anyone else you r body begged to claim me as your own. It was only a matter of time, but baby it was always us both.

» Posted By Jen On 12.04.2012 @ 2:42 am

we are both alone when we’re apart. we are both nothing without each other. we both grew up in the same town. I wish I could be there now. I miss you.

» Posted By jen On 12.03.2012 @ 9:29 pm


what he didn’t know about himself was that he was loved, loved for the man he is inside, not the lad everyone sees outside. Real. He needs to learn to love in return, freely and wholey and then he will be happy.

» Posted By Jen On 12.01.2012 @ 2:41 am


raaaaa, raaaaaaaa said the dying man. seeing the light.
a desperate attempt for the soul to leave the body
knocking against ribcage
fluttering heart, I call out to you, or something endlessly more awkward–
shaking and twitching and shitting bird–
if it e
ven exists
why listen to the old man? does the soul color his marbling skin?

» Posted By Jen On 11.29.2012 @ 7:13 pm


something happened there. something no one’s seen. I wanted to see how far we could go. the wasteland offered itself prostrate. if you would make that promise. you did and you couldn’t keepit.

» Posted By Jen On 11.28.2012 @ 7:22 pm

The Great Beyond. can’t take it no mo, the wish wash pneumonics, the cliched ness, the cliche of the word, so fake, so meaningless, I swear to God time is always the same, it never goes faster, never goes slower, it never moves, it is space we move through, it’s the spaces that we can never occupy again

» Posted By Jen On 11.28.2012 @ 7:16 pm


it was clear he was nervous, perhaps waiting for someone, perhaps waiting for someone he had not seen in a long time, or never seen before. I summised as I sat containing my own joy at seeing my beloved as stepped off the plane, any minute now. No, it was his daughter, she flew into his arms, coated in an NYU shirt and grown up so much since he saw her last. I jeallously envied their bursting love as they embraced, nervously waiting for my own embrace and hoping after all this time it would be just as filled with love

» Posted By Jen On 11.27.2012 @ 2:04 am

local is the crux
local is the cross
local binds local breeds distrust you can’t have one without the other
the closer you get the closer you’re pushed away
always pushed away
the alternative: indifference.
such is the world.
take it or leave it.
local is the back-breaking cross. and the moment of the crash, the divinest and exquisitest expression of love.

» Posted By Jen On 11.26.2012 @ 10:16 pm


I waved as he got on the plane. Determined not to let the tears sliding down my cheeks show in my smile, the distance covering the fake grin splashed across my face. Two weeks without him I thought, soon, this plane will bring you back to me soon.

» Posted By Jen On 11.26.2012 @ 2:03 am


Somebody that I used to know. Somebody that holds my heart and somebody who I have not yet met, but hoping I one day will. Somebody that will love me.

» Posted By Jen On 11.13.2012 @ 12:08 am


get up to be shot down again
and give the money to someone else again
goes back and forth for kno particular reason
but that means it’s gone–gone?
nothing is ever gone.
everything is a big dooming fucking circle, even worse because you know you’ll be happy or sad or whatever again and again and again and again and it’ll never be over. spent is a lost gone word.

» Posted By Jen On 11.10.2012 @ 11:46 am

it’s all gone–gone where?
I hate when people say they’re “spent” because that money’s gotta go to someplace else
we’re just a capitalist society I guess
all spent just to feed the next person–and what?
is it true that our society just stands us up to shoot us down?
not that I know any alternative–same thing with life

» Posted By Jen On 11.10.2012 @ 11:42 am


Roar again?
just a useless word
that sounds like it should be
embarrassing in its roughness, its innocence
in the face of something better
the engine roared by. it was a thing. a living thing.
I watched it go.

» Posted By Jen On 11.09.2012 @ 2:22 pm

a loadseeming
it goes rough and then high at the end
articulate like
aristocrat roar
a stupid word
a silly word
preying upon endless youths–ROAR
just a human ummanotapeea
that’s all

» Posted By Jen On 11.09.2012 @ 2:19 pm


just a mess.
help people out of property poverty
so they can help…themselves?
what even is a self anyway?
of fuck just shoot me when I do that
my whole BEING shakes with embarrassment
oh I cry with irony
is this for me anyway?

» Posted By Jen On 11.08.2012 @ 10:27 pm

I don’t know what to do.
they go in and then out
among themselves
honey in the hair
honey in the air
whiskey running loving
that I’ll never know
preening themselves
I’ll never know anything but them
that’s it
that’s just it
that’s all I’ll ever know
them and their selves

» Posted By Jen On 11.08.2012 @ 10:21 pm


of the thousands of kids, the hundreds of beseaching eyes, the tens of pleas yours was the face I remember. A billion drops of rain, a million blades of grass, a hundred breakfasts, lunches and dinners each day goes passed and everything in it teaches me something new, and something special

» Posted By Jen On 11.07.2012 @ 1:32 am


they use me and abuse me and throw me around, smile and nod when no answer can be found. I work and toil to be of use, when all I feel in the end is obtuse.

» Posted By Jen On 11.05.2012 @ 12:17 am


how could he not know I was interested in him, I caught myself stealing glimpses of him all the time, could not help but burst into smile everytime he looked at me, I was a giddy teenager all over again!

» Posted By Jen On 11.04.2012 @ 2:32 am


baby steps, teeny tiny baby steps. Ilet out a long slow breath, calm smooth yes I can do this, deep breath, shoulders back, chin up, eyes stealed. I am not your punching bag, I am not your slave and I will not be your word whipping post. I am leaving you. Today.

» Posted By Jen On 11.01.2012 @ 11:02 pm


Way back when we were a different civilization of beings who fought over everything and died for nothing wait… we’re still doing the same things except now we have advanced weapons.

» Posted By Jen On 02.09.2013 @ 6:34 pm


right when i see this word i think of a balloon. not sure why, maybe because it raises into the air. i also think of something growing. like a flower or a child. it starts as something small, or low to the ground and then raises into the sky and keeps going up. now im thinking of the beanstock from jack and the beanstock

» Posted By jen On 10.18.2012 @ 10:41 pm


Rainy, floods. When the water trickles down the window in little rivers, separating and joining at different intervals from the top of the pane to the bottom. I’m warm and dry inside with a cup of tea waiting for the rain to pass. Then a quick dash, hopping over the puddles, dodging the rain drops to the next available dry spot. Laughing. Splashing. Towel for you when you get home.

» Posted By Jen On 10.12.2012 @ 6:19 am


Sunshine, apples and cloudy sunsets. Seeing something unexpected in nature. Compassion on the bus and eating too much cherry pie. Smiles of the ones I love. Feeling content with the different realms of my life.

» Posted By Jen On 10.08.2012 @ 5:21 am


fresh start. leaving him behind was the best thing I could do, the hardest thing I did and at the same time freeing myself from all the bindings I had created. I did this for me for my life for my begining again, not for him, for them or ffor anyone else, this is for me for the first time in my life I get to call ME. and I am happy.

» Posted By Jen On 09.21.2012 @ 12:53 am


hand in hand we walked together, first as kindergarteners, as school kids on the way home, as neighbours and finally as lovers. All my life we have been together, apart from today today is the first day I walk alone, without your hand without your smile, without your love. Today I watch from above as you too walk alone.

» Posted By Jen On 09.18.2012 @ 12:44 am

Together. I cherish the times my family can be together…laughter, love, tears, goals, forgiveness, fun, hugs, learning, reading, playing.

» Posted By Jen On 09.17.2012 @ 12:08 pm


I can’t believe I am alive. Finally actually alive. Not in a test tube, or out in some ditch – buried under honeycombs and bat wings and the like – but out in the real world. I want to scream and shout and sing and laugh, but I can’t. The stares would push me away, I can’t be pushed away. Not when I’m still so alone.

» Posted By Jen On 09.16.2012 @ 1:28 pm


I’m always curious if blindness alters a person’s ability to dream. If someone goes blind later in life, do they still dream with images? And if they’re born blind do they dream in sound? I guess I’ll never know.

» Posted By Jen On 09.16.2012 @ 7:35 am


The towers were standing tall and then they weren’t there was no place for them to go but down what was i supposed to do? I sat and stared and cried and held my head in my heads as the rest of the world watched waited and wondered what was happening to the world as we knew it

» Posted By Jen On 09.11.2012 @ 6:01 pm

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