Tuesday, August 23, 2016

Revelation, possession;
your one, dark indiscretion.
I can see it.
Addiction and yearning;
blood, pulse, skin, burning.
I can bring it.
Predilection for aching;
a soul ripe to be taken.
I can give it.
Fixation, obsession;
your death bed confession.
I can be it.
~j~

Monday, August 22, 2016


Fuck You, Peter
we aren’t coming out to play
take your child like games 
and just go away
we're all grown up now
with truth in our hearts
no longer does your magic
affect my 
‘parts’
and let’s face it,
trips to that star on the right,
have been pretty sparse
so, 
tell all your lost boys
to clean up their toys
this girl wants her window cill back
to dance with the moon
and she is tired of your pixie dust
all over her room
it smells like her
and it makes me ill
and any minute now, 
i hear Jack will be coming up that hill
i just hope he’s finally left that bitch, Jill

or im calling Big Jack, 
even though I’m no fan of beans
I hear he treats his girls, 
like a queen.

.j.







don't ask for my heart
with no intentions to protect it
how dare you, again
after you’ve wrecked it
your poison and venom
has got it infected
with your half truth and avoidance,
you’ve done nothing but disrespect it
don’t you see, my blood, sweat, and tears,
 trying hard to
 resurrect it

so, get out the way
i’ve no time for you
i’m looking for true love

or, 
fuck it,
for now,
.. just someone to 
caress this.

.j.


Wondering how it might be
to have your heart in my house,
I took crayons and paper
and cut some out.

I then set them in places
I’d like you to be,
like ‘your head on my pillow’
or just ‘watching TV’.

I don’t care that they’re quiet
with nothing to say,
I only care that they’re here
at the end of my day.

I add more paper hearts
during my free time at night,
as my neighbors all gossip;
‘that girl just ain’t right’.

And I write this now,
sitting ankle deep,
amidst love made of paper,
the only kind I can keep.

~j~