• Her mind was oblique to the world, slightly off-balance and askew. She asked the questions; she treaded deep waters of worldliness, searched through man-made forests for the remainder of the original world. She was the kind of girl that made you believe you didn’t have to experience the world in the way everyone told you you did.

  • Jocelyn Meadows commented on the post, lord 6 years, 9 months ago

    Here my darling,
    Hallowed be thy name, Thy kingdom
    Come my lady, to your castle,
    to your house of light-
    Shadows Beware.
    Here she rests her heel.

  • You carried me up
    With our stomachs of soups.
    We found eachother’s hands again
    Our lips speaking to eachother
    Our brains wiring a map out
    For the fingers to follow to.
    Every muscle was a troupe
    Marching […]

  • Come around again,
    In those red white-stripped briefs,
    So we can find something wrong with your touch,
    Us Scientists of feeling,
    Like to remind you of things you can’t have.

  • Memories like petroleum jelly
    Oiling the crannies of the cerebrum
    with buttery adjectives.
    The sustenance, a whipped coating.

  • Jocelyn Meadows commented on the post, cap 7 years, 4 months ago

    Cap off your drinks
    Even if they are sweet and distorted vodkas,
    Sugared down candies,
    The iniquity of a social drinker.
    He fawns upon the rim with his lips,
    Fondling the bottle with brusque sips.
    Fixedly […]

  • You hear a wise, smokey voice speaking.
    All my life I have waited for you.
    And I remember the momentary dilemma
    Our last moments
    The tears streaming down my face
    As you prayed you would never let me go.
    Our […]

  • It lodges itself into the heart
    You know the feeling
    A seeking feeling
    That cracks all the ribs.
    It Moves outward from the chest
    to all the extremities,
    Sailing through the blood stream
    and blooming in each artery.

  • Her floral heart pumped until the petals wrung dry.
    The stamen gasped for air,
    Preaching to bees mouths and
    Kissing their feet as they stall,
    Ever so slightly at the anthers,
    Ever so slight at the precipice […]

  • And there was a fumbling
    Spilling frothing
    To her speech.

    He licked the foam from her lips
    And smirked at her blushing cheeks.

    You are more incredible now than you’ve ever been,
    Were you ever fourteen?

  • Jocelyn Meadows commented on the post, maze 7 years, 8 months ago

    Herein, lies a secret floral maze,
    Beneath bone and fragments, and the life ring,
    Beneath even the bindings of our souls to one,
    Each petal blooms and envelops
    The fingers,
    The clavicle,
    The sternum,
    The […]

  • Jocelyn Meadows commented on the post, pony 7 years, 8 months ago

    Her pony braids will unravel,
    grazing the star lined freckles
    at the small of her back.
    Her fingers tug on yours,
    Pleading for you to do it again.
    Our papoose.

  • We tied rings around our fingers,
    to remember our ideals,
    Adopting those of structure,
    Those angular squares
    of neat corners,
    of life to die at another’s command,
    Until our rings were alike
    to […]

  • I’ll pick up my lens tomorrow,
    And tomorrow,
    And think I’ll see his face behind it,
    But through this camera I’m surfacing on memories,
    On just the fifth.
    For released will be delicacy,
    Shadows, Speckles of […]

  • The chief number of love misunderstood,
    A gift
    And in this gift is the understanding,
    In this gift is the relationship.

    Oh My streaks of sun bleaching my skin white,
    White as snow, He paints me.
    There is […]

  • I don’t want to run slower,
    My Tendons ache.
    I don’t want to grow tired.
    Growing taller to reach higher shelves,
    Not the Cigarettes.

  • We’re all coming up from below, all trading our lives for smoke.
    The work is from the ones we know.

    Coming up from below.

    Who is this we are trying to become?
    We cannot please. We must trust.
    There is only trust and the light that divides us.