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Jena T Nov 2021
Flipping the ****
Break-up song followed by a pop song
Switch the static
Hear the raging machine
Screaming over society's idiosyncrasies
Minor chords tickling strings of how we're numb
Classic love with the brass fading just right
Keep turning
Someone's writing philosophically
A lyrical potion with a catchy beat
Doesn't that chorus sound nice?
Flipping static
Searching for the sound to match inside
At the edge wondering if you can still feel pain,
Or feeling free to live and let die
Throw in something for the ride
Smoking cigarettes like it's the last run
Stuck in the static
This is all just a replay.
Jena T Oct 2021
Who has seen
The midnight hour
Filled with hope
Of dying day and birth anew
Scarlet tags hanging
Upon the changing hour
Of all coming and going
With baited breath
The clock chimes true
Lost for all who blinked
Death is in bloom
A new day
Born in darkness and quiet
Stilling hearts with a whisper
Sleep and all will come true.
Jena T Oct 2021
If the dead answered our calls
Would they tell us all they knew?

Wisdom of all those before we came
Would they reach out from graves
Or some nether place as the poets say,
To tell us the secrets of today and yesterday?

If the dead spoke
Would it be like a parent comforting a child?
Or a haunting cold of nightmarish souls?

Heaven and hell
Our daily landscapes
Dead speaking each and every day
Whispers in our bones
And shadows at the edge of our gaze

Perhaps this soul already came
And I'm speaking of yesterday.
Jena T Oct 2021
Midnight
Her solemn gaze,
Fade into black with hints of cold light
Her echoed name,
Ghostly foggy breeze
Her sweet lullaby,
Thrice times the raven calls
Her wisest words,
Winters harshest night,
Her gentle kiss,
Little one
Your laugh is the brightest day,
Youth's grace,
Your smile is full of ease,
Dear,
Your tears raise life from barren seeds,
Lady,
You're heart bleeds life into dying days,
Aged and grey,
Your eyes don't hold back
O' moon up high
Hear the chant
Born to death and life
Endless cycles
A daughter's craven namesake.
Jena T Sep 2021
My love,
My words have gone
I've lost the fire within
My mystic ease has run thin
This letter is my caged song
I have nothing left to give
And I'm tired of fighting to the ends
I never bought future dividends
So I write,
These lines you shall never read
To say the darkest things,
Deadly ease
Floating away in the breeze
Let my bones be
Spill my blood where the ground doesn't freeze
Set my eyes on the endless horizon,
High enough to see where the sky meets the sea
Bury my heart where my people be,
And if that is too much for now
I'll wait until Grace sees fit
Though my soul is ready to flee
This pain is deeper than it should be
And I've lost sight of the child in me
Jena T Sep 2021
I'll remember what I came to say
Or live and let die another day
Though my heart calls home
It's too far away
So I'm here to stay
Till the battle fades
And my hair grays
Perhaps today
I'll remember why I came
Or I'll find another way
If not tomorrow is another day
Jena T Sep 2021
Harken the dark
In gulps and gasps
How easy it is born
Quenching itself
On a soft light
A candle amidst a black night
A friend or foe?
Empty and alone
Rushing in
Black waves of oceans cold
Home below
Beats a frozen sound
It's gotten so loud
The candle has lost its glow
And there is no one around
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