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e J Aug 2018
‘Real poets’ say the words should flow
That the words just come to you
At random times throughout the day
But what if that’s not my case
What if it takes me a week
Just to put together the right words
Just to get the point across
Does that make me a poser?
Am I a fake poet then?
No it just makes me different
Everyone writes their heart out
Bleeds the words onto the paper
Some people just have a slower flow
Not a gush but a drip
And that’s me.
I have been feeling very stuck lately. Like my life is at a stalemate
  Aug 2018 e J
zoie marie lynn
i’m made of sidewalk cracks and moments i should’ve taken
i’m made of broken rings and the wrong girls i put my trust in.
because i didn’t know what love was until i kissed a girl made of thorns
and i didn’t know what happiness was until fear started sleeping without locking the door.
i’m no where near what the world makes me out to be
what it expects from me
and maybe that’s okay.
i’m made of ****** coffee and the constant pressure of being something else
i'm made of holes in the foundation and girls that kiss me just to watch me melt.
because i didn't know what lust was until i touched skin made of broken glass
and i didn't know what hope was until i fell a little too fast.
my story ends before it even starts
because forever is only real if you look like art
but i look like broken promises in an empty hallway
and maybe that's okay.
and strange what desire will make foolish people do
e J Jun 2018
You're the star of my dreams
The victim of my nightmares
e J May 2018
For the longest time
We were just the sun
And the moon
You producing endless light
And me reflecting it back
But then I realized
That maybe it’s not so great
Just being a dark rock
Only enlightened by you
Maybe I didn’t want to be the moon
Well maybe I want to be a star
Making my own light
e J May 2018
They said it was an accident
That you had just slipped of the balcony
That you were just peering over the guardrail too far
Then you just slipped
But I knew what happened
I knew what happened the moment I saw you
Your little broken body slid out of the cold locker
Your nose crooked and your eyes puffy
Those once bright sapphire eyes stifly closed
I didn’t cry; I just stood there staring
“That’s her” I had croaked out
Then I walked away
You said you wouldn’t
I told you what would happen
Breathing in cold air I glanced quickly at the traffic below
“See you later alligator”
In a while crocodile
This based on a short story I wrote a while back so not many of you will understand it, but I still liked it so it's up here now. welp enjoy
e J May 2018
No I don’t miss you
No matter what I say
I do not miss you
I don’t miss our late night talks
I don’t miss your constant humming
I don’t miss us leaning on each other
I don’t ******* miss it
No matter what I say
Don’t listen to a word that I say
Because I cannot miss you
e J Apr 2018
One foot in front of the other
That’s all there is to it
Control your breathing
Don’t get too excited
No one is there to hold your hand
It’s all up to you
The ledge was starting to look thin
Your legs are getting wobbly
Fatigue is making you want to give in
Step
       Step
Step
       Step
Slip—
But you never hit the ground
Because he’s there to catch you
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