Jey Paradox
When I can no longer write, When I have not the strength To put fingers to keys, or Ink to thinly sliced wood When I go silent
Everything burst open. Ripping, Tearing, Junetime and Maytime When the moths exploded
Suspension is funny. Spiderweb– Pendulum– Noose. Mindly, ungodly things.
Hold her, Soft against you, She’s afraid to look down. Hold her, Your fingertips on hers,
Summer tastes like Rain, and running And crying into wood, Like smiling but Never meaning it–
Something coughs inside me, Sharp and scratchy, Crude and weak I feel a cold black finger Pressed up hard against
You, With your hair up in a ponytail. Stop, I love you. You are too pretty to cry.
Broken yellow beads Spill all over the floor She looks over her shoulder And my stomach sinks. Hello, I say.
Take me, All of me, Into your strong freckled arms Small from the trees Brown from the sun
Some nails are meant to be painted… Bright colors of turquoise and bla… Some wrists are meant to be decora… With bracelets of gold and silver. Some eyes are meant to be embellis…
When she walks with her, I often disappear Though fate will dictate me To let alone the ones Who are actively vanishing.
Red steams under pressure Engines eternally shifting underne… I wish I knew where I was going I wish I knew where I have been For I have lost my memory.
Perfect S. not spherical You draw the curve Just right or else it isn’t what i… Was supposed to be the Dao. The Tao. The path the black and w…
Why must the universe burn So big and Bright, stealing all the Attention when a Perfectly good
You Are Drop-dead gorgeous All of your “imperfections” Are simply little pieces of your b…
