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 May 2014 Just Jenny
cora
again.
 May 2014 Just Jenny
cora
How in moment can I be drained of all happiness?
My relaxed body be replaced with tense muscles.
So tight that they numb my arms and legs.
Sickened without reason.
Have I always been this way or is this new?
Have my moods always changed on a whim?
Like a lost girl searching for a way home.
But I can't find it. I'm lost, I end up somewhere between
fear, anger, sadness, and sprinkles of good feelings.
I end up stuck in the bog of misery.
Caught again in it's grasp until it wants to let me feel real again.
Again and again. Back and forth, that's how my mood swings.
 May 2014 Just Jenny
M Clement
Dear *** of lake placid
You're making me flaccid

Give me something to chew down
Bite on

Give me that fire Burnin'
nightlong

Shake it like an earthquake
Polaroid picture

Givin' me heat, babay
This elixir

The bigger the badder
The flatter, the sadder

Girl, show off your ASSets.

And, ****, I lack chivalry
I'm taking suggestions on twitter, facebook, tumblr. The prompt was: big butts.
 May 2014 Just Jenny
Poetic T
Just because I'm old and it takes
me an hour to get from A to B,
never judge me as you don't
know who I was the things in
life I have seen.

Age brings knowledge, its brings
arthritis in my left knee, you think
you have seen things son, Ive been
in wars seen **** you never want
to see.

I may look useless but thats the
secret you see, for the old were
young once we fought with knuckles
not like you ******* with guns
and knifes, thats the way of *******.

You may lift a finger to me, but ill just
grab it snap it back, lets see you give the
finger now ya little punk, ill break the
other two if you disrespect me.

I may be old but that doesn't make me
weak, I have knowledge and experience,
kid you just came out your *****, so
think when you speak to your elders.
for we may seem weak and frail but
we can teach you youngsters a thing or three
never judge people by there age..
 May 2014 Just Jenny
M Clement
A pack, a pack for you and me
Mainly for me

I'll chew it for you

7 more hours until I'm through with this news

But as I reach for a piece,
All I get's the blues.

******' last piece,
Man,
My last taste of silence
My last taste of solitude

I chew to black out the yous
and the whos

Who am I really, when there's none left to chew
******' last piece, what the **** am I supposed to do?

****, ******, burn it all in hell
I've nothing left to say, that would say it as well.

I've got no sanity left
I don't know who I am
Delving into darkness,
That last piece, again!
I'm reminded of my shame
I'm reminded of the agony
Where's my last ******' piece?

I swore it was in front of me.
I'm writing poems based off of suggestions on Tumblr, Twitter, and Facebook. The prompt was: The existential crisis of running out of gum one hour into an eight hour shift.
 May 2014 Just Jenny
Emma
Worry
 May 2014 Just Jenny
Emma
Right now
The only thing
I want to do
Is just sit here
And not worry about
One
****
Thing

-e.w.
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