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Jae Elle Sep 2020
I remember reading Bukowski writing through his own writer's block.


that's the kind of talent
I hope to achieve but any true writer knows the hell that this state
really is.

a concatenation of phrases roll
around in my head
& I can't put them together.
I cannot make them
flow.


were they
overwatered
or are they just failing to
thrive?
Jae Elle Aug 2020
she was ignited;
ready for a break in the glass
a flourish in the grass
& a fire that
lasts

what truly is a
revolution
when it all comes
full circle in
the end?

she sat and thought
of change as
seasons -- the way
fields are burned to
allow for new
growth --
as she picked the
dead leaves
from her rose-colored
hair
& wondered why the
life she had never
felt like it was
there


so she lit a match and
kissed the flame;

she left her wishes to
the air
Jae Elle Aug 2020
gonna be a long night.
I'm going to enjoy it, too.
I want the sweet to soar above the bitter.
I want to spread love
& leave the lingering taste of it
on everyone's breath

another chapter ends
tonight
& it's my choice not
to end it in minor
key


because honey, you
meant a lot
to me


& I love that you always
seem to go right where you
need to be

so go
& I'll hold onto
what lingers
when you leave

but you can still remember me
in lo-fi beats
& pale blue dreams.
Jae Elle Jun 2020
I wish it were as simple
as butterflies--
to create your own
cocoon; turn to
jelly while dreaming
& awake anew
brighter and more powerful
than before

but here I am


same as it ever was
Jae Elle Jun 2020
there are two
condemned bridges
that somehow still
exist
way out in the
Kansas sticks

I've slept on
one
& died on the
other
the first holds
my roots
& the second
my lover

on a dare I was told
to jump
but I clung to
the iron rim
when he was dared
to jump, he did;

but he couldn't swim


now my urge
to dive
only clings to me
on whims

until phantom limbs
clutch my collar
& tell me no
again

& again


& again.
Jae Elle May 2020
there exists in me
these reveries
that flutter ‘round
my bones
like the last time
you were in
my bed
& the first time we
were alone

your voice is
ripe
& it murmurs deep your
solemn sultry song;
it’s one I long to keep
before forever
turns too
long

I see your face
within his
smile
& your will within
his wit
he inherited your
heart of
gold
& being
a little ****

you find me in
your sunsets
in wisps of incense
smoke
you found me screaming
on the floor
the day I heard
you broke



I’ll love you in
your fire breaths
in creepy YouTube
videos
I’ll hold you deep
inside my chest
each Rick & Morty
episode

Davy will love
you in Pokemon
niche
& the Pikachu hat
that was saved
but the greatest thing
he’ll ever own
was the love for him
you gave
three years.
I miss you so much.
Jae Elle May 2020
she lured him into
longing
she had him paint
her feet
it was all a ruse
she crafted to ensure
her ends would
meet

but this male-form
Cinderella -- built strong
& Southern sweet
held her slippers as
she stumbled drunk into
the street

he held her close those
****** nights
when she'd lost all
her teeth
he picked up all her
broken parts
& turned them into
wreaths

"we each have our
own path,"
he said on acid
at the lake
so she dug a trail
in the sand
& lent her hand for him
to take

oh, what passion
left within their
wake
enough for the gods
to tremble and
shake
as they sigh and
they moan
& they bend and
they break
may the earth dance
in tremors
from the love that
they make


& the seasoned girl
smiles
with her shiny new
grin
at the boy who had
lured her
into loving once
again
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