JAM: Favorites

Apr 2014 JAM

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Apr 2014 JAM

Aaron Mark

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I don't believe
my grandmother was ever
a little girl.
Or a young lady,
or a new mother.

Instead she spent
her whole life
being a grandmother.
My grandmother.
It's the only explanation

of her expertise
in the field.
I used to love
watching her write.
Her hand, with its

knotted fingers
wrapped in shiny skin,
producing quivering,
uniform letters. And her
eyes, glassy and pleading

when i'd say,'' I need to go now'',
much like mine
when her body
said the same. When
tomorrow ceased

to extend her a hand. I
remember.
I still remember.

Apr 2014 JAM

See My Chelsea Smile

Apr 2014 JAM

C Alyn

See My Chelsea Smile

Lies and lies,
A distorted diguise,
From the flimsy facade would rise,
A rag doll corpse infested with flies,

Now, I slice a chelsea smile from ear to ear,
So that you could see, rather than hear,
The broken boy trembling with fear,
Yet you spit on him and stay way clear,

Now you know what I became,
A disfigured monster all the same,
Yet you didn't **** - only maim,
So I'd come back crawling as a part of your game.

#love #anger #lonely #lost #cheated #hopeless #changed

Apr 2014 JAM

Doom Service

Apr 2014 JAM

Amy Grindhouse

Doom Service

She pulls my head toward hers
her lips gently part next to my ear
sensual
intoxicating
irresistible
and murmuring seductively
she says
"No honey, it would not
be a good idea
to rob the pizza delivery man
when he gets here
because we gave them our address
over the phone".

Apr 2014 JAM

Sucker Punch

Apr 2014 JAM

Dennis Bielanski

Sucker Punch

I wake in the morning
And again your on my mind
This excitement I feel for you
How I care for you completely redefined

This excitation when I think of you
My heart beating an affectionate song
I can feel and hear you breathing
In day dreams that are prolonged

The sight of you the smell of you
Mind races and I try to hold it in
Love has thrown me a sucker bunch
That's landed upon my chin

Apr 2014 JAM

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Apr 2014 JAM

Yazi

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Maybe I focus too much on what your skin feels like against mine and maybe
the stem of a rose does too
my thorns have never been overlooked.
I imagine your hugs that constrict me will
Not only take my breath away but eventually my life
me feeling like a city at night
that wears streetlights like it's
Most expensive jacket,
I'm only trying to impress you with.
I may spend too much time thinking about what your lips look like
but I bet you have your mother's eyes,
And your fathers hands
And even when it is tainted red from all the holes you've ****** into your wall
It always matched with the pink in the sky right before a storm
I've always admired nature taking itself back
And you letting it

Apr 2014 JAM

The Elephant Gift.

Apr 2014 JAM

Shannon

The Elephant Gift.

upon the elephant rode a boy prince,
his royal command, he was there to evince.
dark with grace and dripping with youth.
bringing his men, his crown and his couth.
town after town he strode fierce through the gates.
and any detractors were left to cruel fates.
and on one windy day, as they strode into town.
the faces where tenfold and a hush passed around
the grey of the creature with knowing black eyes
swayed left towards the crowd as if to capsize.
and the mass gasped in horror; bairns seized by their mam.
men flung at young ladies, babes pulled from the pram.
the bewildered and flustered
tired elephant sat.
in the center of all on the bald pastors hat.
the old pastor looked stunned to see such a disgrace.
until he remembered, and composed his face.
'your highness' he bowed. his manners restored.
but the poor prince was toppled his mighty seat floored.
they gasped for the prince, just really a child
dressed in fine silks on this elephant wild.
pastor said, 'here now' extending an arm
hand wrinkled and gnarled from the land that he farmed.
then the guards sprung to life as if sudden awake
guns point to the man of whose life they would take.
and just as they squinted their eye for the aim
a boy sang out sweetly, 'sire he's not to blame!'
and the prince from street where he lay in pool
held up his hand and recovered his rule.
he looked at the crowd and he said 'boy now speak'
the boy said, 'prince it is the prayers that you seek.
the prayers that you'd visit. the prayers that you'd stay.
lord must of heard them and granted this way.'
his eyes wide with truth and the love of his church
the prince laughed a beautiful belly filled lurch.
the carriage was called as the prince shared a feast.
and even some water was splashed on the beast.
such a good time as he danced and he spun
till the horses arrived in the dust of a run.
to thank the town and the lovely haired boy
the young prince gave up his own precious toy.
the beast stays quite put in the center of town...
but prayers said no more...so the prince won't fall down.

sahn
04/10/2014

*with love, for kales, jess & jt* (otherwise entitled "watch what you pray for, for you just might get it"

#story #light #visual #elephant #happy-ever-after

Apr 2014 JAM

Poking Smot

Apr 2014 JAM

Nicolette Avery Pizzigoni

Poking Smot

Your Words splatter like paint across my skies

Your heart showing like a movie screen before my eyes

Moving fast on its wake to the hearing hearts of the reader

But it has become my favorite movie

Each sentiment sincere, each word sopping with desire

Each thought spoken, a treasure.

Written, a paradise

And felt, a haven of wonder.

The loving eyes eave the curving roads of my steps following closer than a scorned lover.

Welcomed, though.

Inviting the all seeing eye into your life. Putting a hand out to a perhaps scary visitor.

All the people in your life, by choice, your own control.

Letting yourself bond the option and the reality.

Hands so sincere
Sure of every move they make.
Guiding the air to itself.

Mixing into itself. Meeting the Particle and making it whole. A pair to change the lives around it. Going in bonded, as one thing.
They come out, hopefully still bonded, made of something very different.

Carbon products is all we are.

At the Elements mercy.

One disappears and there we go struggling.

But you are one element I could not do without.

Yeah I Don't really know... ?

#elements

Apr 2014 JAM

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Apr 2014 JAM

Syd

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I fell in love with the way he flicked
a cigarette and tasted death between his lips at midnight
And took an immense amount of comfort in the fact that his tongue tasted like black coffee and vanilla
and when he smiled I felt like maybe
I wasn't as lost as I believed to be
And every ounce of me despised smoking and pumping the only lungs you would ever get full of nothing but negative years and future tears that would streak the cheeks of everyone you never knew loved you
but ****, there was something so beautifully intoxicating about the way
you cursed gods name
and gently gripped another cigarette between your finger tips
And your eyes were tired but they screamed of stories left untold
like how you died before you were ever even born
and I think that's when I first knew that your heart would never beat quite right,
it would always be half way torn.

Apr 2014 JAM

not right

Apr 2014 JAM

Lydia Victoria Kate

not right

I don't know what I am anymore,
all i do is lay on the floor,
thinking of you,
and all of the things I need to do.

I slowly slip to the next room,
and slide away down the flume,
and continuously ponder,
why I've gone yonder.