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Monitor my heart to ensure that it beats, beats. A cold green line spiked on a screen of black. It does not measure pain or pleasure, but rather existence. The existence of the organ, but not the blood that powers it, nor the soul that makes the blood flow. You have stopped the flow, yet it still beats, beats.
» Posted By Jeni Joy On 05.23.2012 @ 8:52 am
I am upright, if only in appearance. Even if, in reality, I have been torn in too many pieces to be called upright, but rather everywhere, like confetti in the wind, uncertain of where I shall be blown next, only knowing that it will be away from you, and that is better than towards you.
» Posted By Jeni Joy On 05.05.2012 @ 10:04 am
I have an alibi for my behavior. It involves emotions. Lots and lots of emotions. The kind that twist through your blood and make you do terrible things, horrible things. Things that make you think, when you are alone, that the wolves you are hearing howling in the wind are not outside. Not even outside your house. They are inside. Inside of you.
» Posted By Jeni Joy On 04.30.2012 @ 6:18 am
Poster child for destruction, with a cigarette in his mouth and something rolling inside of him that dictates more. More than following law or lead. Some would call it less,but he is certain that it is more, that he is more, and that is exactly why he lets that cigarette burn down to his blackened lips.
» Posted By Jeni Joy On 04.27.2012 @ 6:42 am
Temper, temper, tied to a chair and never let to see the light of day. Temper in a woman’s heart that builds as she is told that ladies do not have tempers. No, instead we wait with our doilies and our baited breath, knowing that we are not allowed to be angry at anything, because there is so much to be angry about.
» Posted By Jeni Joy On 03.26.2012 @ 7:03 am
Life is like a brick. It crashes through windows. It hits you in the face–and when it does, it hurts. It builds things–which is contrary to the thought that you build a life. Really, life builds YOU and lays around waiting for you to do something with it. Like a ton of bricks.
» Posted By Jeni Joy On 08.09.2011 @ 8:11 am
I could drain myself of poison the way one drains water through a sieve. I would like to think my body doesn’t hold malice well, but I know that sometimes the time comes to let go of all the silt that settles somewhere under the stomach. Cleanse yourself of bitterness, drain yourself of hate.
» Posted By Jeni Joy On 01.17.2011 @ 7:44 am
I am on route to something. It exist somewhere in a melancholy unborn phase, but it will soon be born, breaking out like the sun over my horizon. Then, and maybe that time is now, I will see the beauty in every face, and hear music in the inked shapes of every letter in my pages.
» Posted By Jeni Joy On 01.01.2011 @ 9:17 pm
I could transport you any place you wanted to go, but you won’t buy tickets. I could show you things that you thought you’d never see, but you won’t look. I could sing songs full of words you’ve needed to hear for years, but you won’t listen. I could love you like no one has ever loved anyone before, but you won’t notice.
» Posted By Jeni Joy On 12.01.2010 @ 3:13 pm
I thought the door was closed, but little did I know that all the while, it was jammed in the middle. We both thought the other had locked it, but in reality, there was something lodged between us, something we hadn’t even seen, and now that it’s gone, we can pass freely, like breezes, or ghosts, or friends.
» Posted By Jeni Joy On 11.27.2010 @ 8:20 pm
I have a habit. A dark habit. A velvet habit. A sweet habit. Habits tie deep into addictions and addictions ride hard and fast until it slams into a brick wall. Turning corners too fast. Making choices too quickly. Running after the latest prize.
» Posted By Jeni Joy On 11.21.2010 @ 7:38 pm
I was killed the moment I realized, my passion slain in place, my body frozen in an instant. I loved someone else, and now, now our love has been killed too. Shot suddenly through by Cupid’s arrow as it struck my heart for another. Wicked bow, I asked for no such disservice.
» Posted By Jeni Joy On 11.19.2010 @ 12:35 am
Sail with me far away from a world too full of talk for action, too full of self-consciousness for love, to full of fear for art. You and I shall cross scarlet oceans before anyone can tell us that they’re blue, and kiss with our eyes finer kisses than lips have ever known.
» Posted By Jeni Joy On 10.30.2010 @ 9:39 am
I may be on the edge of my seat, but I’m not waiting. I know you’re out there somewhere, but there is a romance here, for me, and I cannot spend my life wishing on the oranges of horizons and the crimson on one rose. Single. Alone.
» Posted By Jeni Joy On 10.17.2010 @ 9:25 pm
Overjoyed is a lifting up above all the bleak that came before, washing out the old sheets until they shine bleach white. Overjoyed is newness and new autumn after blistering summer’s end.
» Posted By Jeni Joy On 08.27.2010 @ 9:46 am
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I stood at the feet of the goddess Athena and wondered how far we have come- from worshipping wisdom to worshipping fear. From seeking understanding through our imaginations to delegating our decisions to those who don’t think.
» Posted By Jeni Joy On 08.20.2010 @ 7:55 am