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May 2014 · 408
Jenelle
J N Alonoz May 2014
Today was empty.
I have tortured the living;
With gin.

I have made these
modest glasses into heroes.
I sense they are empty.

I don't fit in.
You pour me out,
and become
an elegant progression.

I don't fit in.
I am empty.
today,
I have lost feeling
Apr 2014 · 436
Titled
J N Alonoz Apr 2014
In this cold piece of Americana
I find myself melting in,
Tapping on glass
Wondering when the seal
was broken.
Or when the stucco
began to crack.
So we could discover where
diffused light shines in
On the terror I see.
When god is watching;
Whispering cowardly
To settle on in;
Paint the trim,
Mend the façade.
Here's the drink
Forget it all.
J N Alonoz Apr 2014
She crawls into bed tonight
wearing nothing but;
little bits of dignity.

So I tore them
quickly away from her;
as I've been drinking again.
Apr 2014 · 397
A great terror is amplified
J N Alonoz Apr 2014
By a thought of certainty.
I am alone:
In a crowd, in my mind
With your hands,
safely above mine.
The conversation:
Is our magnificent dance
Beyond what trembles;
In not knowing what to say
Is how we've learned to speak.
Over and over again
Beyond standard repetitions.
You've become my greatest fear.
As you sleep next to me.
And I'll never let you know.
J N Alonoz Apr 2014
She's looking down
She's looking down now.
With clean red hunger
She exhales wisdom
To find our sanity
In empty playgrounds;
Beyond our hands
Are filthy little thoughts.
That we hope can pass;
Right through our limbs.
It stains our shoes
With grass and
And expectations,
Yet.
She's looking down
She's looking down, again
As she tells us
How to fade away
And forget a simple ****
That made us both
Wild and empty.
Apr 2014 · 583
This one is mine
J N Alonoz Apr 2014
If I focus on
nothing, I'll
surely find you there
J N Alonoz Apr 2014
I have never feared
the silence of alone,
and I am not;
comforted now by,
the fast laughter of
children in the streets below,
the rhythmic hum of a
wild beasts' idle release,
as it tamely lays
within my thought;
A broken seal reveals
the birds beyond this proper cage;
and the fighting limbs,
searching for the heart of light
between the trees;
I am not alone.
I have hands
pressing my thighs at night;
I have a remainder
inside left to breathe,
till bodies cannot contain a mold;
I am not alone as
this condition crowds
around a boundless
sadness;
I am not alone;
till there is you;
and the fear lets free, and bounded birds are clearly seen,
as failing latches struggle to give and release. and
the sun.
the sun sighs for its last collide
and I am almost lost inside someone else's thought;
yet,
I am not alone,
as we press our eyes
against this page
and pretend that,
beyond this thought, that
I am not alone.
Mar 2014 · 381
Titled
J N Alonoz Mar 2014
I need an audience
to watch me,
be nobody at all
and applaud at my pointless gestures,
to pour me a glass
of warm wine
then leave when I ask
Mar 2014 · 443
Untitled
J N Alonoz Mar 2014
We fill ourselves
until our chests bulge
like sick pigeons
and our hearts bellow
through funnels of
sunken stares,
We are pity,
wasted on
cultural complacency and
defunct remains of introspect,
yet we hold tight,
like teary eyed children
guided through fear
and loved
in the very same way.
We are broken,
and we couldn't be
anymore beautiful for it.

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