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Jen

Jen

Last Night

Last Night.
 
Was the first night I had a thousand dreams,
 
Perforating with tender thoughts in between.
 
Last Night.
 
Was the the first night, in my life,
 
I’ve slept completely through.
 
The spotlights and fine lines,
 
Leading to Something New.

#Between #Dreams #Happy #Jen #Jenay #LastNight #Uplifting

Otras obras de Jen...
Expire

I’m not a side dish, I’m not a left—over, you can’t put me away, you can’t save me for later, as with all things,
Smoke

under florescents, the cigarette butts are like confe… glittering the sidewalk, with anxiety.
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Collecting Calluses

You collect calluses, Like precious gems, Revering their form, Keeping them close, And if it wasn’t for me,
Flying Haiku

Flying out of the nest, At sixty mph, Four hours—without rest.
Wrappers

The language of love flowed freely… Through the rivers of our veins, During the summer we discovered ma… And razors edges. We used the torn corners,
Carelessly

Stumbling over words, Like a child stumbles over shoe la… Left undone. Every word I want to say, Left undone.
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Never

You never loved me, Only the taste of my name, As it lingered on your slithering… Falling out, dripping, With poisons of promises,
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Molding

She melds into the rhythm, listening for a heartbeat, escaping into the fumes, her thoughts incomplete. She escaped through the cracks,
 1
Anticipation

I never thought I could crave a s… Like the one that sits across your… Distinctly scraped from the corner… Made in depths of dreams and forei… Its own presence, reflecting galax…
 1
Home Base

Whenever I’m alone, I stay smiling, Counting the stitches sewn, On 100 thread count sheets, Wishing for rain,
Implications

No implications, Did I notice at the time, Only the key strokes.
Ideals

Can I just have slow sex, Long talks, Lengthy poems, And everyday walks.... Can I have running through the wo…
 2
Personal

Despite the rips in between the se… I can’t escape my bones, I can’t fight the dreams, So I wait but, I can’t manage to speak,
Tea

The warmth of my tea, How lovely at six a.m. Oh! The little things.
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I

‘I’ am the lifeless infinite. ‘I’ am the sun, perforating throug… ‘I’ am a strawberry moon. But what is I?



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