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1.2k · Apr 2012
Vinyl
Jennifer Phox Apr 2012
Eating, eating, eating.

Wasting, wasting, wasting.

Vinyl in the sea of time.




Lost forever.
1.1k · Apr 2012
Abacus
Jennifer Phox Apr 2012
Counting is an activity one takes for granted.

When one and one are two, it is truth.

When one and one are five, it is the failure, not of the device, but of the counting.
1.0k · Apr 2012
Genocidal Aphrodesia
Jennifer Phox Apr 2012
Raining, raining on the ground,
Drops from a thousand hearts of cold.
The falling of the Gaulish crown,
The victory of the glory of Rome.

Falling, falling, everywhere.
Life is death, pain, and fear.

Never to live, nor to love, nor to cry in vain.

Blood-stained lilies, in the emerald lands...
883 · Apr 2012
All The Pretty Nigels
Jennifer Phox Apr 2012
All of the Nigels, standing in row.
Is it a good thing?
No, sir, no.

What can you do with all these pretty little things?
Nothing, nothing, not even break their wings.
Nigels, Nigels, everywhere you go.
This one, that one, all the Nigels
Standing in a row.
Jennifer Phox Apr 2012
Fantastic fantasy flounders floundering in the fleece.
Fleeing fervent frustration faces, phasing in for free.
Final frolic frothy, frim and folly forth.
Felix feline fragranced friends and fluffy Faradays.
870 · Apr 2012
Wonder
Jennifer Phox Apr 2012
Do you ever wonder when the world is cold?

Do you ever wonder why the world is clay?

Do you ever wonder how lights makes its way?

Do you ever wonder what makes life seem so old?

I wonder and wonder, and I've never known.
778 · Apr 2012
Dear Love
Jennifer Phox Apr 2012
Dear Humans,
i love thee so.
every time I see you there.
Why should I hold your hand?
leave you in the burning cold.
Wind-swept plateaus and laissez-faire.
Every day making a final stand.

Why do you tease with all you do?
Why can't you please and je ne sais vous?

Ne-pas, ne-pas, *ne-pas
633 · Apr 2012
Catalyst
Jennifer Phox Apr 2012
Burning up the wire.


You are just a strong desire.

You are nothing real.

Nothing concrete.


All the matters is the fire.
550 · Apr 2012
Love is a cataclysm
Jennifer Phox Apr 2012
Bang.

Bang.


Bang.


Slumber eternal all that remains.
434 · Apr 2012
Quantum
Jennifer Phox Apr 2012
Is the air breathable in space?
What does God really think when you are saying Grace?
Could we have a fleeting touch of life and love
In all the human race?

No.

Because of quantum.
336 · Apr 2012
D
Jennifer Phox Apr 2012
D
Why flee the island when your home is not there?

Why fly when the sky will never be home?
313 · Apr 2012
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Jennifer Phox Apr 2012
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                                                                                                                                                                                    yours
211 · May 2017
Changes
Jennifer Phox May 2017
Years have passed and nothing changes.

Life is always the same.

A slow march towards the end.

A light, a love, a life, marching through

The streets and alleys of the city.

To the cold and broken hallelujah that is death.

— The End —