Connections.

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , on May 21, 2017 by JenJuice

When everything about suicide makes sense…..

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I kind of love you.

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , on May 12, 2017 by JenJuice

The smell of weed penetrates the streets like a breath of fresh desire
How I became so alive – the moment I saw your eyes.
A slow weight of water drips down my jaw…my teardrops…only
Come for you.
And you…my love…is all I see.
And I can’t even see me.

And how does the other always know when I need him
When I want to just walk away…
He cradles me in his voice of lullabies of memories
Oh, how are you still in my life when you are just
A story line away from reality….
Is connectedness a myth…or do we just talk
Ourselves out of what we feel.

Build you. With him. With you. With all of….

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , on May 9, 2017 by JenJuice

Jen PoetryMy body looked sad..so I had to please her.
Not looking in the mirror has consequences.

My tits…my tits are pouring your name. Fondling my memories of you…
Between me and my—self.
You, my – in between all of this…..stuff….and you aren’t here physically, but…
You are so in my body, my mind, my soul….you are in me. Always.
Penetrate through me…from the realms so profound away…you, my love…are somehow always with me…in this finite equation…of us is never in between you and me. Love.

The land of Karmic Adventures…

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , on January 31, 2017 by JenJuice

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The imperial vows taken by the sea…the oceans – I dive into your ocean…your blue eyes that
were my haven…I found peace.
Staring into the wooden swing dangling from a tree swooping over me…I sway….the air
feels like baby kisses all over my skin…and somehow it feels lathered in meaning.
After all, this isn’t America. This is the land of karmic adventures.

I miss you so much.

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , on January 4, 2017 by JenJuice

No one can hear that heart-wrenching cry that only comes out when I think of you.
And how you aren’t here…and how are you not on this earth any more.
I know energy doesn’t die…but my heart did. When you did.

Withered Warrior….

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , , on December 29, 2016 by JenJuice

In a hypothesis of how I found myself staring into a mirror
Of a dirty withered solider mustered and worn
After war…and seeing through the fog..finally.
Who is this WoMan?

Risks.

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , on December 27, 2016 by JenJuice

Putting my hand under the warm faucet
In place of you…
I’m lost and helpless…..
But I’m not.
And where I am.
Is so fucking scary.
The stakes just keep getting higher.