Jenn Dylans

Jenn Dylans Jun 2013

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I know I'll never have the flight of a bird or the lion's bravery, but I have this heavy heart which keeps me loving everything I see and seeing things some people never could.
Singing myself to sleep isn't so lonely when I know there's people out there who have my same heart strings singing the same **** song.

Jenn Dylans May 2013

I Will Never Forget You

I collided with you under 7 billion stars
in a basement with one
You were my house I called a home,
despite all warnings I couldn't
keep your walls
safe from the ashes they
were meant to become.

I could love you as strong as fire
or as steady as rain,
but nothing will stop
those ******* flames.

Jenn Dylans Apr 2013

the other

And I can scarcely pick apart
the he or I anymore,
but it doesn’t feel like a bad happening.
It feels like I found the love beyond the fire,
the love that will never go away.

Jenn Dylans Apr 2013

feminism

we aren't your playgrounds
we are not your anything
you are our equals

Jenn Dylans Apr 2013

my storm

every gust of wind
which picks up the rain
and throws it spiraling
upwards and forwards
and backwards
and d
           o
               w
                   n
when all it wants to do
is rest

every bolt
which feels a foreign desire to destroy
and is so charged,
but shoved inside a cloud
repressed and restrained

and the thunder
which roars and roars and roars
and begs to be listened to
only to be heard

Jenn Dylans Apr 2013

Your eyes

locked
They saw every gust of wind
from the storm behind mine

they analyzed every bit of chaos
that rips apart my soul
and puts it back together
slightly off
so that my body does not quite feel
like my own

yours saw my heart anchored in my stomach
a constant reminder
that sooner than I can possibly comprehend
I will be among the lost faces

mine questioned - how could you
POSSIBLY CARE?
how could you possibly want
to be yet another part
of this tempestuous mind?

yours saw it all through mine
and they did not look away
they did not look away

Jenn Dylans Apr 2013

bouquets

slowly unfolding my arms,
you planted seeds in the spaces of my ribs
knowing i would let them grow in time.
you saw every potential for compassion i ever hid
deep down in the bottoms of my bones.

now,
all these seasons later in the dead of winter
we can laugh as the petals
brush up against my heart,
a constant reminder