Why?
I mean, YAY!
That's really cool, but it makes me feel old.
Hey, all 1000+ people that have seen my page: read my latest stuff! and comment! Yayyyyayayayayayay!
I pay for comments in love.
-Jenn


Sepia MemoriesSquish it, sink it, hide it deep. Smaller and smaller and smaller still. Let silence encase it, embrace stillness. Grand old bones, work before sleep. A league, a mile, an inch, a sliver Of a memory or a motion, smaller still. Pushed out into the solitude of space, Spies, and sparks: dark stars that shiver.Sepia Memories
Save a slice, stay a while. Sweet sepia thought Not to be forgot. In age is beauty, is a shard That cut deep, in times past. A child begot Grew bittersweet with sorrow, heart hard And smiles only for tomorrow. Ode to Godot, To joy, to fear, to artist and o


Love AffairLove AffairLove Affair
As they say: in my eye, I behold beauty. Strength and fragility, pieces of glass Shining. And radiant flaws, underestimated. Girl-next-door glory that you would bypass. Wouldn’t I like to be like her? Please Tilt your head so that sunlight plays on brown Hair and eyes, and youthful nose. Pretty gown Accents features I long for. She is here to appease.
This lovely frame of gilded gold entices the eye And hides the heroine’s bitter heart. Hand, behold, Turns not in welcome but dismissal. Not strong, shy. Flaws, so radiant, shine with tears.


Rain On My HeartA cigarette drifts lazy smoke from its position in my hand. Another sweet inhalation brings disease and relief. Somewhere, this habit had sprung into being. Somehow, I was convinced that it was mature. The grey smoke billows from my lips, reddened by wine, and clouds round my head. The house is silent. With a sigh, I place the cigarette in my make-shift ashtray. A clamshell I had found months ago on a beach, with thoughts of giving it to you.Rain On My Heart
You. It's never struck me that you are real. My mind still believes you are my toy, called at will and played with until I tire. It's wrong, I kno


UpDark deep dank damp sinking Into the brown ground, roots Find holds and living warmth. Find nourishment: find food. This seedling of life, nestled in Some universal cradle, some home. And it grows. Up and up and up. Out and out. Stretching, flexing Filaments and forms founded By the first tender trusting earth.Up
Out and out, and up, up and up. Limbs reach far and strong To touch the glimmering sky. But somehow its too wrong For you, little seedling, to want The sky, the clouds, the sun, The moon, the stars, the world.
The Predator

God Is DeadGod's robes flapped around him as he looked over the edge and onto the street below.God Is Dead
"Don't do it! Don't do it!" cried the security guard behind him. God said nothing, climbing onto the raised edge of the building. Five storeys below, people were beginning to take notice.
"Jesus Christ! Look! "Oh my god!" "Where's my camera?"
He turned and faced the security guard, who stopped walking and gazed upon the face of God. He'd been crying.
"But... why? You've got so much to live for..."
God gave a wan smile. "So have all of you."
He spread
seems you have very interesting writings of poems and theories...
You have very awesome poetry yourself! Keep up the great work n_n
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