Jeanette: Favorites

Feb 2016 Jeanette

Would

Feb 2016 Jeanette

Got Guanxi

Would

would

in the screaming breeze,
a whistles sound forms,
in the winds,
the hibernated scorn of hidden violins,
strung together the suspense.
In the aftermath of silenced stare;

the glare from colours crystalline,
the subtle manipulation of light beams,
in nice dreams,
across the shallow lake,
whilst opaque clouds fade, pale.
In the sound of the backgrounds snarl;

in the woods darkness, black,
the music chooses ehoes between branches,
dangling in tone in the malarkey of
the pain of the mandolins gaze;

each pieces together with tiny,
frost bitten childs sized fingers.
The icy touch lingers for the seconds of death,
that last a pastime,
a lifetime of lust,
in the blink of the dust in the wind.

#love #first #life #regret #death #woods #art #would #forest

Feb 2016 Jeanette

Climbing up the walls (part one)

Feb 2016 Jeanette

Got Guanxi

Climbing up the walls (part one)

I am the key to the lock in your house

You burned a hole in my heart
Where the arteries flow.
And the veins are
blocked
like gutter drains,
No one can pass -
through the Red Sea,
A no go area.
A hairline fracture into a million capillaries,
Split arteries to take each feeling individual to the tips of my skin.
Still covered beautiful
but a nails cuticles,
Impaled on a cross resembling a torso.
Hollow bones that play like xylophones
In the tombs of hidden organs that echo
&
resonate through the decay of a necrophiliacs playground.
Dislocated limbs swing round a rib cage,
Splinters shatter the skin revealing the droplets of blood that pour like rain and tears combined.
Twist past as they gloop through a cutlets spine.
Always on my mind,
always on my mind.
Cobwebs of memories,
Embedded in a decayed gut,
Dug up like skeletons in cemeteries to find the remedy or medicine to plug the bullet shaped holes you made in my heart.

Part of a six piece series I'm considering posting over the following weeks inspired by the song climbing up the walls by Radiohead - a feeling that never left me.

#heart #death #dread #grim #radiohead

Feb 2016 Jeanette

The Faery Forest

Feb 2016 Jeanette

Sara Teasdale

The Faery Forest

The faery forest glimmered
Beneath an ivory moon,
The silver grasses shimmered
Against a faery tune.

Beneath the silken silence
The crystal branches slept,
And dreaming thro’ the dew-fall
The cold white blossoms wept.

Feb 2016 Jeanette

so this is how we come home

Feb 2016 Jeanette

jess p

so this is how we come home

so this is how we love
all goodbyes and apologies
and lips mapping freckle to freckle
like a cartographer pinpointing
places that deserve to be named
and remembered

so this is how we hurt
carving scars onto scars and
diving headfirst into every space
in the universe that would take us,
that would welcome our pain with
open arms and say, there is more of that
here, come get your fill

so this is how we heal
in the strangest of places, like unfamiliar
suns and mattresses made of feathery
limbs, we find rest and each other
and we learn to say *no, that is enough,
this is where our hurt ends

#love #hurt #healing #recovery

Feb 2016 Jeanette

Broken English, Veteran Orders, and Her Heartbeat Beating in Threes

Feb 2016 Jeanette

September

Broken English, Veteran Orders, and Her Heartbeat Beating in Threes

They fell down from the sky, they did, their orders.
They came from a place, somewhere higher, then, than we were.
Something higher, then, than us.

Feb 2016 Jeanette

Moon Of Tides

Feb 2016 Jeanette

Rainey Birthwright

Moon Of Tides

i wait in Skye
with eyes singular
nil feet in tides
my mind in rapture
when you do come
i shall be got hearing
lost in knotty shell
under the stars crying

i hold in tides
deep as love will drown
at edge of night
a moon in Skye to be found

with tides who *****
where invisible birds
break to the shores
in blackness of hope
lunge for dearest light
that opens in dream
real as my not body
waiting to be held

*i hold in tides
deep as love will drown
at edge of night
a moon in Skye to be found

#girl #moon #boy #lovelorn

Jan 2016 Jeanette

No longer.

Jan 2016 Jeanette

Little Wolf

No longer.

No longer am I scared all the time,
My heart has stopped racing when I'm the only girl,
My hands don't begin to shake,
When some one looks like you,
You no longer have my mind,

I can finally love the good man without being tormented by the bad,
When he makes love to me
Your long, dark shadow is finally gone
And I am free.

It took so long to clean you out of my brain.
To clean out all the fear, the hurt, the pain
But I did it, slowly, Year by year.
I shined a light on my fear.

It's been almost 10 years Now,
And Every So often,
My nightmares ,
They hold you still.

And I may never find all the crevices you hide in,
All the love that you replaced,
I'll never be the same,
But you no longer have my mind,
And you no longer have my brain.

#love #fear #depression #life #anxiety #forgiveness #ptsd #nightmares #rapesurvivor