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Jenovah Aug 2013
I wanted to burn it all down.
Run away and leave this old town.

I wanted to drown all the ones who wronged me.
Sail away into the peaceful sea.

I wanted to curse my bullies all to hell.
Then be able to leave my comforting shell.

I wanted to seek revenge on that hideous *****,
Then sit on a throne filthy ******* rich.

But instead I found an alternative way to cope.
A way that brought me freedom and hope.

I put it the pen to the paper,
And let my thoughts free- float.
Jenovah Dec 2019
It broke me down into mere morsels
Which will eventually
Be consumed into
The belly of the beast
Which is my beloved
Close-knit “society”
Of friends
Or
Who I thought were friends
Anyways


they will continue
To thirst and hunger
For my selfless
Appreciation and kindness
And in the end when
I am
Only bones
-After they have already picked my
Ribs clean-
They will peer into my
Empty chest;
That is the moment
They will know
I am finally gone

Then the thirst and hunger
Will come again
And they will in turn
Consume each other
Jenovah Nov 2016
I wrote a poem in my head;
As I laid in my bed.
I fell asleep with the thought of it.
I dreamed a dream about a tiny sailboat
drifting on the sea.
Now I'm  awake and can't recall what I wrote.
Jenovah Dec 2019
My gloom feels valid
On days like today
Where lazy fog
Hangs heavy
Swallowing up
This decrepit, tiny town
Here’s to hoping
It swallows me up too
Before I have to face
Another winter morning
I absolutely hate mornings, especially in winter
Jenovah Feb 2015
A train ride and a map my dear,
That's all I need
One year; (and I will hold you)
Distance as the enemy
Jenovah Feb 2020
An uncanny romance
Unraveled like gritty
Twisted twine between
My fumbling fingers
Jenovah Jan 2018
If I do not conform to society
Then I am socially outlawed;
I am entirely guilty
Jenovah Oct 2020
Your jealousy
.
.
.
Is ugly
Jenovah Jul 2020
You left me on the verge
The verge of bursting
Like an overripe fruit,
Swollen; ready
Ready for you to
Take the first bite
Sweet juice ran
From smooth flesh
The first taste
Always exquisite
But you left the fruit
Forgotten in the kitchen
Now hungry flies crawl
Over  bruised skin
Jenovah May 2015
There was a void inside you.
A lonely dark hole you were eager
to fill.
There was nobody to tell you everything was ok; until you met me.
I listened and picked up your peices when
you were sad.
I promised to always be there for you.
And I only wanted the same thing, for
I to had a void.
But it was only for the moment.
Temporary promises, and temporary love.
Soon people fell back into your life;
you no longer needed me.
And I soon ceased to exist in your world.
...but I still needed you..
Jenovah Dec 2016
Fingers that laced throughout my hair;
Fingers that held me under water.

The rhythm of calm waves through my follicles;
The crashing of waves onto my body.

Feeling of being sea-sick on a small boat;
Feeling of being sick with thoughts of you.

Smell of salt in the air on a windy day;
Smell of salt from the fear in my sweat.

Picking up seashells under my feet;
Picking out shattered glass within my feet.

The sounds of the wind and the sea;
The sounds of yelling between you and me.

In the moment I think of apeaceful ocean;
The moments before I slip under the water.
Jenovah Oct 2019
Water me down
Like the sky
Weeping into
Open fields of
new grass
Maybe after all, when the sun
Comes peering back
through lonely clouds
I will want to feel alive again
I just hope you
Are still here to
Welcome me back
From the shadows
I am just working through some things
Jenovah Dec 2014
Loving you is like;
Watching my favorite movie for the first time.
Sleeping with the perfect temperature.
Coffee on a restless day.
Cake on my birthday.
Snow on Christmas.
Beating my favorite game.
And my god, I've never heard a laugh like yours;
voice smooth like honey.
And *******, your lips I want to taste;
over and over again.
And I want to feel this way, all the time, every day.
And that's...
.. what it's like to love you.
Jenovah Oct 2012
There was a girl who everyone knew.
Her hair was brown and her eyes were blue.
Every day she dreamed to fly,
So every night she planned to die.
There was a boy who nobody knew.
His face was sad, but his heart was true.
Every day  he dreamed for love.
So every night he prayed ,for an angel from above.
One night a girl got hit by a car.
By a boy who just came from the bar.
The boy stayed forever haunted,
but not for one second did he cry.
Finally someone loved him,
for he had given her, her wings to fly.
Jenovah Mar 2013
The feeling of your touch replays in my memory.
Your warm embrace haunts me.
My bed does not comfort me anymore.
My sheets still faintly have your sent.
As I lay upon them, I lie miserably.

All these songs we sang don't sound the same.
Our picture hangs depressingly in its frame.
Missing you is eating me alive, but its these winter nights,
oh its these winter nights I miss you the most.
Jenovah Jul 2018
I watched from the dark of the shadows
As you sought out anyone that wasnt me
Lovely little sheep; it was easy
Easy for you to love your own kind
I, with eager eyes from the deep of the woods
yearning
hungry
You, always at a distance
I waited until the midnight hour
Where you could only love me in private
For I am the wolf
Jenovah Mar 2020
Rain could pool in your hollow hip bones
Your collar bones could hold water
Which the lust driven imps
Would drink from

You are a woodland king
Bringing out the animal within me

Weave a flower crown to place on your
Lovely head
Complimenting your complex structure

I sink to my knees at your disposal
Only you could make me squirm this way
like maggots feeding upon decay

I felt the flutter in my stomach
The sudden sharp beat in my chest
You are a weakness blooming in my lungs
Vining through my veins

I am lost deep within your woods
But my king, won’t you let me go?
Just passing the time with this one, ya know quarantine? :)
Jenovah Feb 2016
The feeling when my stomach is sick.
You're metal grinding against my teeth,
and you're every cold , brutal winter.

You're a tumor in my brain,
and the life inside my pill box.
You're the very reason I won't wake up tomorrow.

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