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If I come…here.

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , on August 4, 2015 by JenJuice

Trembling the inherent negotiation whispering the few
Words that center your silhouette
Crumbling from a dial tone that no longer exist
To define the equanimity of the balance.
Which is to what is.
If I come here..will you find the way?
It’s as if you are just the perception of
My mind’s eye
…but then again, I woke up.


Life as a Suitcase.

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , on March 22, 2011 by JenJuice

Rendering phone calls of
The only said difference
Between the bed sheets
And my new found(ed) existence
Of how the suitcase
Lives with a marker and me in it

Saw between the both
And far and the few between – me
And the you I can’t seem
To get in and through to

Like the imperfect little
Glass vase I use
As my front door
The sot and
The best reasons why
I can’t do this any more

Life as a Suitcase of emotion
And you as my front door….