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Oct 29 · 372
Lazy eureka moment
JJ Inda Oct 29
The afternoon is warm,
bright and long.
The sidewalks are busy,
packed and loud.

Drinking another beer alone;
the view from my apartment
feeds a thought.
-We're all crazy, you know?
Oct 22 · 162
Norm the Gambler
JJ Inda Oct 22
Unapologetically
marred in kindness
charm
and wit.
Playing
with extra cards,
betting big.
Cashing out
or staying in
till the bitter end.
Either way
with a smile.
a poem inspired by the late Norm Macdonald
Aug 11 · 206
Failure
JJ Inda Aug 11
Routinely these words
miss most
and reach only a few.

Some call them trite,
lame
or flat.

Not up to par;
nonetheless they fill this space
and await contemplation.
Jul 8 · 77
My thoughts on you
JJ Inda Jul 8
aching muscles,
these memories;
a blood stained t shirt.
all the while
pretending
not to feel pain.
Jun 7 · 1.0k
A new day
JJ Inda Jun 7
The mornings are rich,
full of light and warmth.
and although the day may be poor,
heavy and tiresome
and the night may be restless
cold and disturbingly quiet;
hidden in that darkness lies the promise
of the coming dawn.
Mar 30 · 504
Morning Dew
JJ Inda Mar 30
Ticking clock
drives me mad,
can't let go
what I never had.
I'm just passing through,
not planting seeds
or laying down roots,
I'm temporary, like the morning dew.
Feb 23 · 443
The Missing Piece
JJ Inda Feb 23
She never understands poetry,
with all it's metaphors
and symbology;
no, she is more concrete.

She is not a fan of Shakespeare,
prefers Jane Austen;
clear words,
structure plot.

She does enjoy a drink
and lazy afternoons,
the ocean, the beach.
Most of all she fits.
Feb 12 · 667
One life
JJ Inda Feb 12
Hemingway lived three lives;
  a hunter,
a novelist
and a soldier.
Also briefly,
    a father.
At times
it seemed
he lived
not three
but, five
lives.
Yet,
as it came undone,
it was
just the one.
Feb 9 · 230
Round and round
JJ Inda Feb 9
Needed someone
to understand
if you fall
you can get up again.
-Why glass bottles
are full of sand,
how it goes
round and round.
Nothing's bound forevermore
not hate nor love.
Jan 19 · 184
Addendum
JJ Inda Jan 19
There's talk of redemption
in crowded halls,
and as they adjust the dial
there's an addendum.
hard to tell
just who is right
although everyone knows
who is wrong.
no doorway in sight
in this mirror funhouse,
but the poor have TV's now
isn't that nice?
Dec 2020 · 256
Constant
JJ Inda Dec 2020
Constant

yet, ever-changing.

Just as waves

on the beach;

so are the years

and us.
Nov 2020 · 326
Words for you
JJ Inda Nov 2020
I had some things to say
-and as the age wages on
and hope starves
as love lures the moon and the sun,
I find once more
I'm full of words for you.
Simple minded hearts suffer the most;
caring deeply has its cost.
Nov 2020 · 114
A scream
JJ Inda Nov 2020
There is this scream;
a voice that is loud,
but often incoherent,
yet powerful.
The walls of my mind echo
this scream
and pages are filled
with lousy reproductions.
For it is delayed
and smoothed out.
The raw shrillness
stays hidden within.
Oct 2020 · 191
Whitering
JJ Inda Oct 2020
The flowers
have been
dying
ever since
I picked them
for you.
Sep 2020 · 126
It's up to you
JJ Inda Sep 2020
It's sink or swim
till the words pour in.

Nothing becomes everything
beneath the mighty pen.

And a smile on your face
is worth the pages and the waste.

But, I won't walk you through it,
I'll just get you to the door.
Sep 2020 · 253
Resentment
JJ Inda Sep 2020
Suddenly
you cast upon me
doubts and flaws;
not a single virtue
as resentment creeps.
Aug 2020 · 71
Ever present mortality
JJ Inda Aug 2020
It’s waiting
jut round the bend.
not a lover
nor a friend.

was there at the beginning,
will be there at the end.
For now it waits,
till we meet again.

-Minding my step
sidewalk’s cracked and broken.
promises littered
throughout the streets.

Unaware
of what awaits,
call it the secret
of the Fates.

Life is there
in the in-between;
those moments
that build...

and death
is just
something we seldom
talk about.
Aug 2020 · 205
Infinity loop
JJ Inda Aug 2020
hollow hearts tear at the skin
lust and passion-idle friends
bottles clink during the day
shatter at night.
whispers turn to screams
as the end begins again
Aug 2020 · 271
Tattoos
JJ Inda Aug 2020
The one on her left wrist
reminds her of a family member
now long gone.
On her right forearm
a flower, because she liked how it looked.
On the back of her neck
a gecko she got in Cancun
and on her left thigh, one she'd rather forget.
None add her up or subtract
who she was or who she is.
Aug 2020 · 74
Remembering
JJ Inda Aug 2020
Been drinking
as if the whiskey
will grow stale.
Meanwhile
not  a single word's been written
since the start of this hell.
I don't mind the silence,
it is the nights that bother me;
the moon and starlight
reminding me hope once lived!
Sep 2019 · 156
Grease lightning
JJ Inda Sep 2019
thoughts are passing cars today;
ever changing,
constantly
on the move.
colors blur
and details clash.
one after the other,
the next
faster than
the last.
Sep 2019 · 373
Sown
JJ Inda Sep 2019
sown to thee
just like a royal seal
on a handkerchief.
stating it all;
keeping it
brief.
Sep 2019 · 216
Tired of losing
JJ Inda Sep 2019
When all is failing- as it often does.
Laughter might not be enough,
nor beer and alcohol
nor praying to all the Gods.
-No matter,
just keep in mind,
sometimes it's your turn
to lose
and that's fine.
It is a long game after all
Jul 2019 · 661
Song and Dance
JJ Inda Jul 2019
Bittersweet song
on my radio.
Reminiscing on our story
as if conjured.
Some roads fork
and divide,
others turn to dirt
and get lost in the wilderness.
Still, there's a melody
to be found;
memories fondly held,
despite the lies.
Jul 2019 · 368
Not my advice
JJ Inda Jul 2019
a foolish grin
will get you far
so long as you keep quiet.
days
are meant to be bright,
and the moonlight
is a guide;
not that you’ll follow.
Jul 2019 · 229
Our story
JJ Inda Jul 2019
Akin to summer rain
or words you can't
seem to articulate
or the smile you feign,
The risk you take
once more.
Even coffee with an old friend,
or moments you regret.
‘bittersweet symphony’
on the radio.
And tears from your eyes
- right on cue.
Jul 2019 · 279
The Roots
JJ Inda Jul 2019
Away from the roots of it,
far from the truth;
there you'll be.
Asking questions no one can answer.
dodging stares,
slurring, launching
slings and arrows
at your darling- your sweetheart.
Hard to believe this could be your reality,
but it twist and it turns all within the bounds.
Yet, physics will mean little to you
as the heart aches.
and the roots of it all
are out of reach now.
Jun 2019 · 249
Superfluous
JJ Inda Jun 2019
A misplaced comma,
an misused apostrophe;
what some call extra skin,
not fat, but a flap.
The military calls it a redundancy,
although some find it repugnant.
A synonym for excess,
a form of alienation; disgust.
Jun 2019 · 613
Dead-end desire
JJ Inda Jun 2019
There's beauty there,
willfully beyond my reach,
yet ever so near.
Its light reflects
upon my eyes
and consumes
all clarity.
Not mine,
not free;
nor shining for me.
Still,
there's a skip
a rhythmic beat
within.
May 2019 · 207
Way back when
JJ Inda May 2019
Way back when
we knew nothing,
just kids trying to fit in,
to understand;
what's this life all about?
something we've yet to figure out.
Still, we laughed freely back then,
way back when.
been gone a while.
Feb 2019 · 391
Valentine's day poem
JJ Inda Feb 2019
Cupid had no say
between your heart and mine,
it was a different fate
which our paths intertwined.
No chocolate or wine
nor a perfect line to win your heart.
Still all that's true lingers in your eyes,
our love, like clouds;
firmament
where all takes place.
Feb 2019 · 272
In the air tonight
JJ Inda Feb 2019
All this bottled up
nostalgia;
pour it
and drink up.
A dream
sustained
in the air;
a star
without
a name.
Ray of light
hides
between
these glaring eyes.
Jan 2019 · 162
Your Path
JJ Inda Jan 2019
Yours is a path less traveled.
Rythmic for the love of drums.
Got cabinets full of bills,
things that’ll never keep.

A string thugs ever-so-slightly,
but it is visible you see?
Freedom was sold,
hope you kept the receipt.
Jan 2019 · 247
A Stand
JJ Inda Jan 2019
As if there is none,
be it by chance
or something other.

A wondering lights up interiors;
Such abundance of articles
more-overs out of use.

No stand is clearer than
a subject nearing sight.
I am.
Jan 2019 · 180
Memories and insomnia
JJ Inda Jan 2019
Harboring dreams,
those that don't allow sleep.
Like nothing
it is still there
waiting for all
that won't come.

A Chimera
ardent in my veins,
like alcohol to an open wound.
Wakes me in the morn,
keeps me up at night.
These nights no more dark than eternal.
Jan 2019 · 9.7k
This Smile
JJ Inda Jan 2019
Melancholic ties pull
left and right
as tears are held back.
Aching throat screaming;
lights are always in the distance
and waves crash nearby.
An eagle is circling
this patch of blue sky
and a sweet fragrance is still in the air.
a profound disbelief
attaches itself
much like this worn out smile.
Dec 2018 · 306
You hurt.
JJ Inda Dec 2018
I hurt just the same
More or less
Still, there’s no rest
And these pages scribbled
Adorned with ink blots
-every other word
And there’s very little punctuation.
---
Scratched a line that was a lie,

Another removed, for it said too much.
Should be simple to understand
Really;
I hurt just the same.
Dec 2018 · 198
steps away
JJ Inda Dec 2018
frail bones
barely
holding;
a past as rich,
as the future is poor.
still
everything holds
until.
Dec 2018 · 306
I don’t carry cash
JJ Inda Dec 2018
he wears his cap to one side,
with style,
earbuds provide a tune
while he walks excitedly
between lanes of cars.
he is animated,
waving his arms,
mouthing the words to songs,
-- the purpose is to sell,
he has soda,
chocolate
and other sugary snacks.
whenever I see him I smile;
but,I never carry cash.
---yesterday I had a dollar on me,
still,
I just smiled
and waited for the light to change.
Dec 2018 · 306
Considering
JJ Inda Dec 2018
I know nothing of my neighbor’s freedom.
his limits; if any are placed upon him.
seems to come and go as he pleases,
seems content, at ease.
Still, I don’t know when he acts or why.
When does he take action indeed?
Is his mind free of oppression?

I wonder...
But, it is not my concern.
I have my own thoughts
and my own actions
to consider.
A cup of coffee
or death?
Dec 2018 · 128
someting rotten
JJ Inda Dec 2018
feels like a re-run,
a cig you ***
when you’re down
on your luck.
something is about to break,
maybe it’s your day
or maybe
it’s just you.
Dec 2018 · 165
Forgotten
JJ Inda Dec 2018
When
At the end of the day
or in a lull of a moment
you won’t think of me.
Dec 2018 · 425
Night-love-you
JJ Inda Dec 2018
Life is the day to day,
in that time which leaves
no leftover.
And these affections are said to last
enough to brighten the night; until sunlight.

And to the light any-and-all wounds.
For love often hides
until night's arrival.
There tethered together
even though at times you feel
so far.
Nov 2018 · 148
Pillow talk
JJ Inda Nov 2018
Dawn shed its colors
as night passed by,
giving way to daylight.
Wide-eyed, constantly neglecting
dreams cast
somewhere on the pillow.

Tried, but certain warmth would not keep.
Waiting- traffic and work.
Meanwhile a yearning stagnantly weighs.
Once more committed. Another day to waste
whilst dreams lay
somewhere on the pillow.
Nov 2018 · 480
Chew, drink, swallow.
JJ Inda Nov 2018
the lie comes out of the mouth
just like the truth.
and it sounds the same.
and they chew it,
get a taste
and swallow.
and it goes down easy;
with minimal effort.
the truth
seems to require more chewing
and talking
and water
and wine
and bread
and water
lots of
water.
Nov 2018 · 183
Lacking
JJ Inda Nov 2018
Baby blue
against egg white,
silver framed mirror
near the pale light;
exposed bulb,
dust ridden.
~All mired in mediocrity,
stretching the lines
and still
falling short of meaning;
always lacking a certain capacity
to emote.
Nov 2018 · 819
What bliss is this?
JJ Inda Nov 2018
Worn out soles
skids across
the crosswalk,
skips and struts
down the avenue;
unaware of the haves.
Nov 2018 · 159
In Spite of Death
JJ Inda Nov 2018
Vow to live.
To meet the days
in revolt.
Death will come nonetheless;
but make no time for death,
rather for life.
Absurdism
Nov 2018 · 510
Restless
JJ Inda Nov 2018
Not an ounce of anger
nor arden rage
which typically fill the pages.
There’s a subtle calm
causing such hesitation;
a sense of being stuck.
-Restless, drifting
in a sea of tranquility.
Nov 2018 · 176
Silly Melancholy
JJ Inda Nov 2018
As night quiets the songs,
silence awakes the mindful.
rummaging
through old wounds;
now silly scars of course,
but how they bled once!
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