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night, shuffled between
the unpredictable cards
of magic and moonlight
 Sep 2015 Jude Jaden
Sarah Tayler
Either my world is ideal,
With true loves existence and fairy tale endings
A world seen through sunshine's golden eyes
Or its a dark desolate place,
With whispering voices of "you'll never be enough"
Oh sunshine sear away the tar that holds the ocean down
I have no idea.....
I wrote this a while ago and it was sitting as a draft so I thought, "Eh, why not post it...."
When I re-read most of my work all I can think is "What. the. heck" and yet I keep writing.
 Sep 2015 Jude Jaden
MJ
Feel
 Sep 2015 Jude Jaden
MJ
Wander, explore,
Travel through the depths of your soul,
Set your mind free,
Free your thoughts,
Soak it all in,
Allow yourself to feel.

Break those demons down,
Thought by thought,
Piece by piece,
For they are nothing,
Don't let them bring you down,
Allow yourself to feel.
#feel #emotions #demons #thoughts #strength
 Sep 2015 Jude Jaden
curlygirl
how ironic
that the words you won't remember speaking
are the ones that echo loudest in my mind.
whispers and caresses
now replaced with drunken slurs.
i hope you think it was
worth it.
There is a storm in my teacup
the one you've heard referred
to so often before

the neighbors want to know
what all the noise is
coming from behind my door

the lightning is fighting
with the thunder, the waves
of Earl grey crashing

on the  fine china shores
There is a storm in my teacup
I don't know what to do anymore

some say it started
with the white lies my friend told
or with me crying that I'm getting old

the tea rose up in
indignation
the sugar screamed as it fell in

this is what I want to tell the nation:
there is a storm in my teacup.
Oh well.

Oh well.
There is a phrase in England ' it's a storm in a teacup' which basically means ' someone's making a lot of noise/fuss over nothing'
 Sep 2015 Jude Jaden
Kim
Art
 Sep 2015 Jude Jaden
Kim
Art
Rap out a rhythm of hope,
Sing me a song of despair,
Write a book of confessions,
Let laughter ring through the air,
Show the world your pictures,
Give them a taste of your words,
Let them drift toward you,
Carrying their stories- pain and mirth

However long the wait,
Whichever path you take,
Whatever breaks your heart,
Whosever heart you break
Let it always bring forth art, expression and form,
The age old remedy for the suffering and forlorn,
     Some say an artist must struggle, and sing songs of their hurt,
I say each individual feels the need to be heard

  So let's sing out our stories,
And adorn our walls,
With paintings in tribute,
Bearing witness to all
There’s no right and no wrong
When you’re sketching a song,
Painting a poem, or dancing along!
i.

Ourn intimacy is
Real;
Bona fide.

ii.

Ourn tenderness is
Authentic;
Amour'of the time's.

iii.

Ourn endearment is
indubitable;
She's me, I am her soul.

iv.

Ourn altruism is
For another;
Forgetting ournselves in ourn abode.

v.

Ourn sentiment is
STRONG;
Patiently we shalt wait.

vi.

Ourn LOVE is
Us;
As we art one, as we art love.

vii.

I shalt meeteth her
At;
The sierra cliff's of desert celestial gate's!!!




©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl jane Nagley dedication (Filipino rose)
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