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Jan 2016 · 617
Life In A Carton Box
Jo Baez Jan 2016
These greedy leviathans in ties, & business suits. Sitting behind fancy office tables & tinted windows, salivate over the noose they placed upon my neck.
& if I stay here any longer
I'll become an after image of the image they portray.

As I walk through these corridors
I can't help but feel asphyxiated
as the noose tightens around my neck.
Reminding me that I've normalize the idea of my humanity.
I belittled myself the day I signed up for slavery & a check that spells"battered soul" within minimum wage words. & through the mist of my frustrations
I've realized comfort was my only enemy.
Jan 2016 · 296
Waves
Jo Baez Jan 2016
I sat here with solace on my mind as we watched the tides rise
And these memories feel like algae dissipating in the sea
We used to dare dangle our feet five centimeters off the water
Always scared to get our feet wet but never feared that we would get washed away

Sitting on bitter, corroding rocks as
You lay your head on my shoulder
And Whisper broken fragments of "I love you's"
Serenading me in all its woes
And Your eyes in tears
Like waterfalls drowning me
in all my regrets
My arms around your waist and I paused to take pictures and videos
Wishing I could fossilized this very moment forever

But then the storm came
As we yelled each other's faults and worst mistakes
This was the last thing I said
"I genuinely love you and I used to not believe in love but now I believe love gives life meaning
And In some other dimension
There's a world where we end up together and that's the world I wish I lived in but they call that science fiction for a reason."
And the sun sets the same way my heart sinks and I used to feel so alive in this place.

Your love came in waves
Drifting in currents trying to survive
Your love became whirlpools
We pushed, we pulled, & intertwine.
Your love came in waves.
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Silhouettes
Jo Baez Jan 2016
I'm counting down the clock till the hour of dissipation
And my reflection doesn't even look back at me anymore
Depleting in the eyes of all my friends and family
As I fade into the darkest black and grayish grey

I'm surviving on memories, metaphors, and similes
So I'm writing a song or poem
In hopes that there's someone out there feeling the same way

Dancing silhouettes in my brain
When I'm gone
Dancing silhouettes
Sing my name...

"People say that when someone dies, they can go to heaven
But I don't think that's the case
When someone dies
I'm sure that person journeys into people's hearts
They live on as a memory
But that, too, will eventually wane.

That's why people desire to leave something behind in this world
So others won't forget them
So we'll remember them"
Jan 2016 · 412
Adrift
Jo Baez Jan 2016
There's a pond in the middle of my mind
Where I come to cast my thoughts
And lately I've felt like casting myself off
But I know mental suicide is just a cheap excuse for giving up

Dissolving in dissonance
As fragments of reminisce
stab me like needle pins
Afloat this pond of memories
Slowly drowning in its isolated depression of the
past, as the floodplains of the present drag me into the future

But it's all in my head,
So I'm casting off these corroding neurons, that make up these withered patterns of brain waves

To find myself floating again in this body of standing water
I artificially constructed out of pain.
Jan 2016 · 416
Pain Cycles
Jo Baez Jan 2016
As I lay here unfolding, bending, and breaking from the inside out
Recycling every memory,
every emotion in my life

I picked myself up and thanked pain for giving me the strength to feel alive again

Every cycle is the same
Every cycle is different
Inside of me, outside of me
The heart repeats
Jan 2016 · 630
September Nights
Jo Baez Jan 2016
Your eyes are water paint
Paiting a picture of agony
And I can see your pain forming in tears dripping down your face
I wish I could wipe your hell away
And point this gun of apathy at your heart
I'd pull the trigger to **** your feelings
And reassure you that everything will be okay
But I know that you know
It's not that easy.

If I could clip your torn, wore out wings and sew you new ones
In hopes you would fly to a different world
Where it doesn't rain misery and it's sunny all day
Just to see you smile for second
I would but sadly I won't.... Just to teach you a lesson of self-help because I believe in you
And I believe you can pick yourself up
after dragging yourself through all the *******

You're just another poem I wrote
When the sound of inspiration stroke a chord but I swear you mean more than words and metaphors,
You mean more than letters and similes

If I could stab you a million times with the same knife of empathy
That I used to cut my wrist this year, I would
Just to watch your puncture wounds leak all the pain you feel inside
But if there's one thing I know and I know right
Is that pain makes you feel alive and no matter how lonely you and I feel when we're both laying in our own empty beds
I promise you a promise that I might break someday but for what it's worth
I'm sorry you feel the way you do and I can assure you this time without reassurance
I feel just as alone as you
and here's the bitter sweet promise,
I'll struggle to keep
"I promise to drive to your house at anytime
as I bend the hands on the clock
To tell you that I'll be as lonely as you when you stay up crying your thoughts out on September nights
Jan 2016 · 382
Solitary Flower; Gaia
Jo Baez Jan 2016
I'll never stop loving you even when all your petals break and you're reduce to a beautiful decay

Solitary flower, blooming in a garden of pain
Solitary flower nourished in shame
These humans are your stems
Once fully grown they turned their backs on you and set you in flames

Cleansed our souls of selfishness,
pick at our flesh of ignorance,
Strip us naked of violence,
and drown us in humility
Humanity is a sight of disgust
Make us suffer the same way
we've been eating off your body
find peace in our extinction
Restore your aesthetic complexation
Jan 2016 · 571
Mediocre
Jo Baez Jan 2016
My life is simple, boring & slightly myopic
Jan 2016 · 438
Dichotomy
Jo Baez Jan 2016
I was never one to stay in one place for more than one day.
But I've been sitting on this bench for quite a while.
Rotting out as the seasons change for almost a year. Observing my life, analyzing the world with my pupils not my mind.
Passion,
Compassion,
Inspiration,
Love,
Hate,
Regret,
& memories.
Withered & bloomed inside of me like a garden of suicidal flowers.
I take one last look at this life.
I put the gun in my mouth.
I can taste the hollow steel
& before I could smell the gun powder,
I pulled the trigger on the past.
I awoke in the present
but the future still seems to have it's hands wrapped around my throat.
They say that time waits for no one
but time has been waiting at my front door long enough.
Jan 2016 · 263
Oversimplified
Jo Baez Jan 2016
I woke up feeling like saving the world, I wanted to find a cure.
That same night before I fell asleep, I told myself I would find a way to fix poverty.
Then I woke up the next day not giving a **** anymore.
It's funny the way our minds are ever changing.
Constantly swimming up and down a stream of never ending thoughts.
How can we possibly settle, find comfort, or happiness.
When we're constantly migrating from one thought to another in a matter of milliseconds.
Jan 2016 · 584
Comfort
Jo Baez Jan 2016
Comfort was sitting outside my apartment stairs
At 2 a.m
In the dead cold weather
As I blew my warm breath into the air
Mimicking the actions of smoking a cigarette
While you cuddled next to me
Comfort was humming my thoughts out
As I unraveled
While I sat outside my apartments stairs
At 3 a.m
And you came and sat next to me
Comfort died two weeks ago
outside my apartment stairs
On a cold Wednesday night
Comfort lived in a tiny feline body
Comfort had a name, his name was No Face
Jan 2016 · 327
Butterflies
Jo Baez Jan 2016
They say that love makes you feel butterflies.
So I cut open my stomach to set them free.
I watched them spontaneously combust.
Like moths to flames
Flocking around, ignited,
Melting, tacitly

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