Monthly Archives: September 2015

Weary

A labor of love should intensify as it grows old,
Instead the world makes weary minds of the soul.

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New Blog

I started a blog dedicated to more personal stuff. Poetry on this blog you’re reading, journaling on the other. Being bipolar as I am, it’s only obvious that some posts will be despondent, others filled with light. I’m like a box of chocolates. Truly can’t want for that box of light.
I would truly appreciate a follow: Perpetual Hallways.

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The Trees

It may be sunny but
There’s something dark out there.
I’ve smelled it in the bushes.
I’ve heard it in the trees.
Your trusty compass
Won’t work out there.
It will turn you all around.
It will only mislead.
Stay away from the forest
If you value your days.
Your darkest monsters will encroach
And turn your world to blackest maze.

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A Prayer

There will be no rest here. Horror overwhelms like nerve gas. Agent blue. Chills crawl up my spine. I’m torn between some sick elation and the monster of every day discomfort. I’m lost. Lost in my head. Lost in my books. Lost in my own house. Fear lurks in every corner. And no, the natron didn’t help. Not one bit.
I’ve become blind to responsibility. I haven’t showered in days. My stomach is as empty as my bank account, which just so happens to be in the red. I have no desire for food. I need clarity and light. These things I simply cannot locate and if I did, would I know what I had? Searing questions. Is it worth it to go on? To seek out elusive dreams? Or am I chasing nightmares? Perhaps I’m in hell. That would explain so much of what’s gone wrong. What’s still going wrong. And thus an atheist cries out to god to save him.

–J

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Narcissus

You’re beautiful
As a poem that writes itself.
As a monument that rights itself.
As a sacred candle that lights itself.
As a mirror image like myself.

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