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Sep 7 · 64
Grease lightning
JJ Inda Sep 7
thoughts are passing cars today;
ever changing,
on the move.
colors blur
and details clash.
one after the other,
the next
faster than
the last.
Sep 7 · 236
JJ Inda Sep 7
sown to thee
just like a royal seal
on a handkerchief.
stating it all;
keeping it
Sep 6 · 78
Tired of losing
JJ Inda Sep 6
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 31 · 528
Song and Dance
JJ Inda Jul 31
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 11 · 224
Not my advice
JJ Inda Jul 11
a foolish grin
will get you far
so long as you keep quiet.
are meant to be bright,
and the moonlight
is a guide;
not that you’ll follow.
Jul 10 · 124
Our story
JJ Inda Jul 10
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 9 · 189
The Roots
JJ Inda Jul 9
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 20 · 110
JJ Inda Jun 20
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 19 · 514
Dead-end desire
JJ Inda Jun 19
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.
there's a skip
a rhythmic beat
May 23 · 137
Way back when
JJ Inda May 23
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 15 · 271
Valentine's day poem
JJ Inda Feb 15
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;
where all takes place.
Feb 10 · 212
In the air tonight
JJ Inda Feb 10
All this bottled up
pour it
and drink up.
A dream
in the air;
a star
a name.
Ray of light
these glaring eyes.
Jan 30 · 108
Your Path
JJ Inda Jan 30
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 30 · 170
A Stand
JJ Inda Jan 30
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 29 · 134
Memories and insomnia
JJ Inda Jan 29
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 16 · 1.1k
This Smile
JJ Inda Jan 16
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 · 247
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
I hurt just the same.
Dec 2018 · 149
steps away
JJ Inda Dec 2018
frail bones
a past as rich,
as the future is poor.
everything holds
Dec 2018 · 236
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,
and other sugary snacks.
whenever I see him I smile;
but,I never carry cash.
---yesterday I had a dollar on me,
I just smiled
and waited for the light to change.
Dec 2018 · 243
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 · 73
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 · 128
JJ Inda Dec 2018
At the end of the day
or in a lull of a moment
you won’t think of me.
Dec 2018 · 387
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 · 107
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 · 405
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
Nov 2018 · 118
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 · 731
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 · 108
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.
Nov 2018 · 413
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 · 117
Silly Melancholy
JJ Inda Nov 2018
As night quiets the songs,
silence awakes the mindful.
through old wounds;
now silly scars of course,
but how they bled once!
Nov 2018 · 198
In Between
JJ Inda Nov 2018
The vast expanse
is worrisome.
The search is futile,
in the end is all very foolish.
Knowledge allows the proposition
that there’s a lot we’ll never know.
While ignorance is loud and obnoxious,
completely unaware of it’s shortcomings.
The struggle
takes place in between.
Nov 2018 · 88
Old New York
JJ Inda Nov 2018
Old New York stared back -resolute,
as I tried to write.
Every line seemed trite.
A scribble here,
A doodle there,
The paper was pale with frustration
And my hands were distraught with tension;
couldn't write a decent line.
Not even after a few glasses of wine.
I love the city and how nothing stops moving,
but perhaps
It moved too fast.
First time visiting, found it impossible to write.
Nov 2018 · 121
The park's no help
JJ Inda Nov 2018
thought the park would help,
really thought it would.
seeing the birds,
the trees,
the colors in the sky
and the light bouncing off the lake.
but, I saw past it,
saw the highway
running along the green's edge.
Nov 2018 · 107
Black tears
JJ Inda Nov 2018
Keeps searching,
If not this one,
The one still to come.
Heart is rapidly beating,
Constantly grieving.
Eyes flickering,
-Always losing,
Gaining years
And mascara infused tears.
Nov 2018 · 100
Caring is essential
JJ Inda Nov 2018
Dust sits on the shelf,
no books or papers
only dust,
remainders of life.
-Staring at it,
feeling nothing.
Hoping for nostalgia, but no.
This sudden detachment is worrisome.
The work can suffer
you know?
Nov 2018 · 216
JJ Inda Nov 2018
Sunligh drowned
by the lingering night.

Hand over mouth silenced
the loudest of cries.

Most are still asleep.
Wide eyed, brewing

and I.
Nov 2018 · 536
Ocean Ink
JJ Inda Nov 2018
These waves hold a truth.
Short lived
bouts of beauty,
strenght and force.
Crushing stones
and displacing sands,
and a man dumbfounded stares;
unable to understand what he sees.

Blue royal waters
surround my soul,
calm winds
steer my sails,
bobbying along the coast
slowly drifting,
away from the ever-constant

Night rises on the high seas,
darkness slowly overtakes light.
Stars shine brightly-as they should.
Longings of the flesh
are out of place here.
Moonlight lays upon the water like a cloak.
The heart is at a loss,
yet the ink flows.
Nov 2018 · 72
Walking in NYC
JJ Inda Nov 2018
If you’ve ever struggled to keep your eyes fixed
on two passing ships as they drift
onto opposite directions,
then you have a sense
of what it is like
to walk in New York City.
The city of old and new,
a close knit community of loners striving
even at failure.
Yet, the afternoon skies are honest,
gray and bright.
There’s warmth still
to be found on cold nights,
all sorts
come alive on that cement island of lights
Nov 2018 · 116
The worst of it
JJ Inda Nov 2018
Pale light
shines down
reveals the blank page.
Nothingness; an opporunity
- infinite.
the fool rushed in,
fiddled with some words,
adding up to nothing.
That’s the worst of it;
light wasted
and ink
and paper.
Nov 2018 · 110
JJ Inda Nov 2018
Innocent is the unborn,
till it's first breath.
A product of guilty parties,
thus ignorance allows it's visceral cries.
I beg,
condemn them not,
their fate (like all) is sealed.
not one soul has yet forgotten.
Nov 2018 · 254
Desert Beauty
JJ Inda Nov 2018
Such a shifting sight death,
timid under the arid sun
-beside the marching dunes.
Here the Turks and the English fought; here only Allah wins.
"My labyrinth has no walls."
it is one of hopelessness.
Yet, there is promise of an oasis is there not?
or is it a Jinn's well?
while lies serve as accomplice,
the truth is all but forbidden.
Jinn is a demon type creature in Arabic mythology.
Nov 2018 · 138
JJ Inda Nov 2018
Waves arrive at the shore
tired of such
Your enamored stare;
Like the moon
    Stares at the sun.

In your hair you retain
White sand and a sea flower.
     You adorn my sight
With a bright reflection.
   and the ocean enraged,
              Mirrors our love.
Nov 2018 · 105
One for the trash-bin
JJ Inda Nov 2018
This ache seems to be
like Papa's White Elephants;
valuable in a sense
I've yet to understand.

Busy body, tranquil mind,
a joke I say!
The fishing line
is ever tangled.

wasted morning,
Papa; Hemingway
Worte this afrter reading a short: Hills Like White Elephants
Nov 2018 · 108
Stiff Heart
JJ Inda Nov 2018
The absence of a beat,
an empty seat
dust covered clothes;
a fight concerning who's valued most.
Who is entitled to this or that?
Meanwhile the lawyer stares at his watch.
Little Jenny asks for grandpa,
the room is a sudden quiet
and the temperature drops
and the apple on the desk continues to rot.
Nov 2018 · 134
hope is hard to let go of.
JJ Inda Nov 2018
tippy toeing around once more,
still all that fails is true
and lies are grand for while,
until, always until.
-alone isn't always solitude
or lonely,
but it is.
I see the words in the air
and when I reach,
they scatter.
I'm keeping quiet
and very still,
maybe something will happen,
or someone might come in and talk
and I can put the pen down
and admit it's useless.
Nov 2018 · 193
Mary’s Anxiety
JJ Inda Nov 2018
Streetlight slides throught the blinds,
Interrupts my sleep, I awake.
Mary quotes Lorca,
"Agony always agony."
She gasps for air, struggles to breathe.
-Outside the full moon and the starlight fades.
The cat and dog engage in the same old fight.
Neighbor's baby is awake,
- I can hear the cries.
I convince her to stay
and breathe
with the employ
of a lie.
Nov 2018 · 107
For My Muse
JJ Inda Nov 2018
sunlight blankets the room,
eyes protest
and soon
the heart awakens the aching chest.
this life i've been lent
make sense with you.
time misspent;
even lies sound true.
these arms find purpose,
lips evoke passion
and fingers in motion
bring about the prose.
Nov 2018 · 106
JJ Inda Nov 2018
whiskey helps,
but i can go without.
feeling it all
and no,
I am not lost
-not coming undone.

a line made of gold
and ink,
a sentiment floats
as it all sinks in.
hide, run or stay;
I'll love you either way.
Nov 2018 · 109
Cause for the work
JJ Inda Nov 2018
It all stemmed from some longing,
he thought.
Something missing
or was never there
to begin with.
Either way this led to the prose
ans so there was no choice;
no exercise of will really,
but rather a duty.
-If other eyes peeked at the work,
then so be it!
For once committed to paper,
the work was done
and so was he.
Nov 2018 · 110
Butterflies in New York
JJ Inda Nov 2018
The streets are empty,
lights are dim
and it is a cold night in New York.
Queens is usually much more alive,
but not tonight.
There's a feeling in the air,
felt by those still awake;
someone somewhere
has made
a grave mistake.
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