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40.4k · Jul 2018
Turpentine
jer Jul 2018
I don’t care how
or care what you do
to make it happen;
I just told you
make me shine
so slather me in turpentine.

I want the sun to shrink
and the world turn dark,
when she’ll no longer rise
after she rests her eyes
upon my fiery spark.

I want the moon to swoon
and raise the tides
when he looks for the sun,
but instead
it’s my beauty that he finds.

I want the stars to bow down
and shower me in gold
when I shine brighter
and reach higher
than the stars of old.

I want storms to make
the world stir
when I walk upon
their earth,
no matter what it’ll take.

I don’t care
if it kills me;
just answer my plea.
I just want, so badly,
to shine,
so slather me in turpentine.
9.7k · Jan 2019
Loving Him
jer Jan 2019
Once when I was drunk
I held my hand to a flame
And it didn’t hurt
4.0k · Jul 2018
Marigold Is Still Alive
jer Jul 2018
Marigold Marigold
Is still alive
She comes back each summer
No matter how hard I try

She drowns under snow
And gets trampled all day
But her head pops back up
And she smiles and waves

Like it never occurred
As if it didn’t hurt
Marigold Marigold
Just can’t be spurred

Marigold Marigold
Why won’t you die?
How can you come back
With more color each time?
Be a marigold
3.3k · Jul 2018
This Man
jer Jul 2018
This is a man
no other has yet seen.
I want to keep him forever
but he’s not mine to keep.

His face is new and young;
what an angel I have found.
This man is with no sin.
His feet have never touched the ground.

I won’t let him go
now that he’s seen me with those eyes
and now when I look deeper,
I can see that they are mine.

His cries are sweet and soft
like his heartbeats in his rest.
I feel his gentle skin stroke my own
as I hold him against my breast.

I love him with all my body;
my heart and chest, they ache.
He gives me warmth and heat
that I refuse to let them take.

This is a human,
a human I have sold.
He should be mine forever,
but now I’m freezing cold.
I hope you can tell what this is about with me explaining but some people say I write obscurely. Also, I’m trying this new thing in poetry: punctuation! I’ve never liked using it before in poetry but now I’m kind of liking it.
jer Mar 2018
Jealousy
Ate her inside out

Jealousy
With locked jaws
Grasping claws
Into her skin
Screams "let me in"

Jealousy
Hacked apart, gone
Still clings on
Without reason
Ripe in season

Jealousy
Spawns in air
Into a flare
Burns fiery tides
Makes raw insides

Jealousy
Beneath glowing skin
890 · Jul 2018
I’m Time
jer Jul 2018
I think in
rhythm;
I think
in rhyme.
I think
I am—
I know
I’m Time.

I was here
before
and I’ll be
here after.
Now
when I cry
time
moves faster.

So please pardon
the jargon
I speak,
because if
I cry
the year will end
in a week.

Say
I’m crazy—
I’ll tell you
it’s true,
but for
every lie
I’ll cry
for you.

Cry for you,
my love,
because
you’ll never see
what I am
and shall
forever be.

It’s almost
as if
you are blind
because you
don’t know—
I am Time.
Dont go
887 · Aug 2019
Forever Yours
jer Aug 2019
I’ll give my spirit for you
Because when you’re down
I’m forever your fool
Ask me if I will dance
And I’ll give you a second chance
I won’t stop until you’re pleased
With my whole body’s abstract grief
I won’t stop until I’m dead
And my feet are burning fiery red

I’ll never care if you fall short
Because you’re my king
And I am your court
If you told me to take
Another heart and make it break
I won’t stop until it shatters
And serve it to you on a golden platter
I won’t stop until I’m dead
To make sure that you’re well fed

I’ll let you do what’s best for her
Because you’re my king
And I’m forever your jester
Tell me that you don’t know
I’ll tell you to please let me go
I won’t stop until you leave
Even when I’m too tired to grieve
I won’t stop until I’m dead
And have erased myself from your head

I’ll be here when you must be found
Because you’re my ringmaster
And I’m your best clown
Tell me that she’s what’s right
I’ll never try to put up a fight
I won’t stop until you’ll see
You don't have to be here for me
I won’t stop until I’m dead
And my circus act is for now to bed

But whenever and whatever you need me for
I hope you know that I am forever yours
813 · Apr 2018
On/Off Switch
jer Apr 2018
On
In the sun
Day’s begun
Stay awhile
And we smile
Feel alive
Take the dive
Pretty face
Sunny days

Off
In the dark
Nighttime starts
Leaving soon
Harrowing croon
Feel no more
Lock the door
Wretched face
Numbered days
709 · Mar 2018
swinging
jer Mar 2018
with our slick smiles and flashy bodies
now we’re impressing hell with gaudies

with our hearts thumping till they bleed
now we’re singing dirges while we scream

with our licked lips and shrilling laughter
now we’re loving  bones lying there after

with our tin flasks and empty canisters
now we’re swinging from the banisters
You know that stereotypical high school party?
595 · Jul 2019
When I’m Sixteen
jer Jul 2019
Dear Little Girl,

Right now, you just stare
At the ceiling, at the wall,
Wondering if your hair
Will ever look pretty at all
Will it ever one day be tame?
I think you’ll be happy to know
That the bigger you grow
It’ll be more beautiful
But look exactly the same
This one’s about self acceptance and growth, featuring one of my all time biggest insecurities—my hair
587 · Jul 2018
The Thing
jer Jul 2018
I swear I’m still human
Please ignore my claws
I swear I’m still human
Can’t you see my flaws?

I’m still not the same
Since I got caught in the rain
Now there’s the Thing that’s riding on my back
Watching to repeat all the ways that humans act

I swear I’m no monster
I live like people do
I swear I’m no monster
They don’t live passed twenty-two

I’m the old me you know
Just a little meaner now though
Now I don’t eat anymore when I’m hungry
The Thing on my back thinks food looks ugly

I’m not a monster
Overlook the rotten teeth
I’m not a monster
I smiled just last week

I’ll never be the same
Since I was blinded in the rain
I don’t know how but now the Thing is my master
It rides on my back and kicks me yelling, “faster!”

I might be a monster
But who can ever tell?
I might be a monster
Now I’m going to hell
what is the Thing?
491 · Jan 2018
Borderline
jer Jan 2018
They say
I broke your heart
I barely
Hurt the surface
You will
And you can heal

You tore
Shredded, my soul
You broke
It slowly, burned it

You broke
Shattered, my spirit
You killed
It, stabbed, overkill

You ruined
Tormented, my mind
You tortured
It, excruciating, crushed

My soul
Can never heal
My spirit
Can not resurrect
My mind
Can never forget

Pieces just gone forever, no way to
Get them back

So I saved what was left of them
And I left you
do they understand now? but everyone cares more about a broke heart then a broken soul
420 · Aug 2019
Pills
jer Aug 2019
You don’t have to deal
With an awful taste
To forget what you feel
You don’t have to
Look your demons in the face
On the journey through
For some easy thrills
Take some pills
338 · Jun 2018
Pretty Girls Club
jer Jun 2018
One of the girls
All dressed in our pearls
The prettiest will gloat
And then in our minds
We rip out her throat

One of the girls
Us against the world
They love us to death
As we starve ourselves
Until our last breath

One of the girls
Flaunt our perfect curls
And loathe each other
Behind pretty masks
And lies we smother

One of the girls
Ugly truth unfurls
We wish we could run
But it’s better torture in
Than out of the club
326 · Apr 2018
Where Do I Live?
jer Apr 2018
Where do I live?
I don’t know
But there’s a million places
That I’d rather go

Where do I live?
I don’t see
Any mountains or forests
Surrounding me

Where do I live?
I can’t feel
A heartbeat, skin, anything
If my breath is real

Where do I live?
I can’t know
My skull lost my head before
A million years ago

Where do I live?
I don’t know
I am no longer breathing
And I’ve lost my soul

Where do I live?
I can’t tell
Maybe I’ll go to heaven
Or I’ll end in hell
310 · Feb 2018
Red
jer Feb 2018
Red
Winter sun admire
Paints the dead trees in our blood
Lights them on fire
269 · Aug 2019
Southern Nights
jer Aug 2019
He wants to go on a southern night
And for me and her that feels just right
We’ll feel him free with the trees
Let him linger among the leaves
Then bid him bye with the breeze
He asked we let go on a southern night
Since it’s always when we felt just right
Because us and this favor is all he needs
—Remember his love on nights like these
I love you dad
263 · Apr 2018
New
jer Apr 2018
New
Snip snip snip
I feel new
The strands hit the floor
My troubles find the door

Snip snip snip
I look new
My hair to my shoulders
That lost their boulders

Snip snip snip
I am new
It came off with the old
It freed my chained soul
I took six inches off my hair which is four more than my ex’s **** :)
262 · Aug 2018
The Lark
jer Aug 2018
I beat the sunrise.
It can’t outrun me
when I’m up all night.

And secretly
the energy
in my personality
is the courtesy
of the adrenaline in
the morning
that’s been lasting
since 3 AM.

Every time the sky glows
my body knows
how it always goes.

My goosebumps raise
until the jealous sun’s rays,
flaming around laze,
come to whisper the day,
and they often say
the morning is “mine”
and now it’s time—
because they call me the Lark—
for me to tell,
on branches from which I fell,
the day to start.

I hit my head going to bed.
Now I’ll be awake
even when I’m dead.

And secretly I’ve
always liked
the fright of night
and spite
of all things bright,
often unkind,
in this sour mind
of mine.

Every time the veil lifts,
this is it,
how I can’t quit.

My feathers jump
and the sun’s always stumped,
traveling slowly up,
why I haven’t yet done
the morning fun
as I reluctantly climb,
and now it’s time—
because they call me the Lark,—
for me to tell,
on branches from which I fell,
the day to start.
I want to be someone else. But I’m trapped being a Lark, putting on the facade, stuck in the same routine doing the same thing everyday and it’s not what I want to do—not who I want to be. But what other choice do I have?
247 · Jul 2018
Dollar Bill
jer Jul 2018
Nothing travels faster than money—
      And I’m a dollar bill
      From hand to hand
      Across lakes and land
      You rid me at your will

I’ve traveled in air and underground—
      And I’ve seen every state
      Every wallet, every store
      When I become a bore
      You spend me, won’t hesitate

I’m dropped, lost, and found in small places—
      A toddler’s piggy bank
      Lose me anywhere
      But to a millionaire
      What difference do I make?

I have been in every back alley—
      Given away in the dark,
      Tackled in the mud,
      Responsible for blood,
      But don’t even make a mark

I can’t remember everywhere I’ve been—
      Every day a different fate
      Through the gutter
      From one to another
      You won’t hold my weight

I’m there when you need water—
      And when you need food
      But in the end
      Just follow the trend
      You forget I was ever used

People make themselves slaves for me—
      But then I’m thrown away
      Worth less every year
      After holding me dear
      You just replace me the next day

I’m only worth something when used—
      And that’s always proved
      Time and time again
      I lie to me but then
      Always find that it’s my truth

I was created for it, made to be used—
      Now I’m ripped apart and torn
      Beaten, trampled, stolen
      Until I am broken
      Far beyond how I was born

I think I am alone, then I somehow find—
      Billions of me out there
      So try to remember
      A million of me together
      Can break a millionaire
Everyone uses me so here, have a metaphor:
241 · Aug 2019
Circle
jer Aug 2019
Told myself I’m too square
And filed down my edges
Ignored the dead ends
And straightened my hair
234 · Mar 2018
take your pick
jer Mar 2018
Do you want food
Or do you want hipbones,
slim thighs, a flat stomach?

Do you want lunch
Or do you want to be
Better than her?

Do you want dinner
Or do you want every guy
To pay you attention?

Do you want breakfast
Or do you want to wear
A bikini this summer?

Make a choice
Do you want to be pretty
Or ugly?
226 · Jul 2019
Autumn
jer Jul 2019
He talks like autumn—
walks like he is the breeze
that blew out the sun
and knocked down the leaves.

Winter was too quiet
and it was far too cold,
when I was defiant
and became far too bold.

So next was the spring
and I was a flower,
but I could only grow
if there were a few showers.

Summer was too strong
and I was set on fire;
the days were far too long
and the heat left me tired.

I froze in winter
and melted in the sun
and spring's far too teary
to have any fun.

But in the autumn,
when it's not too hot or cold,
that is the season in which
I want to grow old.
this is about boys if you couldn't tell
216 · Jul 2019
too late now
jer Jul 2019
he is my partner
of the body and the mind
but you are my soul
210 · Jan 2018
West On East
jer Jan 2018
This is my favorite
Place on earth
I have decided

Stubborn mountains,
Though stars came first,
Cannot be chided

The fog cries into,
As dark sky glows,
The mist over green

Forests whisper secrets
No one else knows,
To heads of serene

The path here smiles
Where it steeps and leads,
Quick to change mind

The sky wakes restless
To travelers it feeds,
Telling slow to time

The air breathes life
Into weary lungs
And tired shut eyes

Yet all falls quiet
Awe from their tongues
And least long cries

Chills travel spines
For sight, not doubt
Save life to spare

And I love this
For lacking crowd
With awe true rare

Those who listen
With hearts not rushed
See it not mere

This is my favorite
For seeming hushed
If you cannot hear
This is about West Virginia & the blue ridge mountains at 4 A.M. as you watch the sun slowly rise hidden by smoke and fog
210 · Jan 2018
Black Cat
jer Jan 2018
Did you know
Bad luck purrs
When you kiss him?
195 · Feb 2018
euphoric
jer Feb 2018
rise with the dusk
at the glowing lux
no sleep till dead
no warning in bed

but here i lie, euphoric

my head is delirious
my blood is furious
a heart demanding
a thrill outstanding

but here i fly, euphoric

no butters nor bread
silver plate is unfed
sweat, spitting, tears
laughter killed fears

but here i cry, euphoric

cuts, scrapes, bruises
this the thrill chooses
gashes and my blood
hit the ground done

but here i die, euphoric
drug trip
192 · Mar 2018
Parasites
jer Mar 2018
Earth owes not a cent
To any of us who live
Among her skin’s scent
184 · Jan 2018
Love, Charming
jer Jan 2018
Come find me, Princess
I dare you
Slay me a dragon
Conquer me a kingdom
171 · Jan 2018
globe
jer Jan 2018
why do so many
hopeless romantics suffer
in a thrilling world?
163 · Feb 2018
Skin and Guile
jer Feb 2018
Boys ain’t ****
but they’re fun

Laugh at their
jokes and smile

Make em work
then when done

Show them some
skin and guile
160 · Jan 2018
Mercury
jer Jan 2018
Metal teeth
Grinding down my skin
Silver tongue
Twisting its way in
158 · Apr 2018
Blitz
jer Apr 2018
Oh glittering star in the night sky
Can you hear my forsaken cry?
Your sparkling sisters and beautiful brothers
Betrayed our kind fathers and loving mothers

Your fires in the sky of stories untold
Gleaming and shining molten gold
Heroes we see in the nighttime
Scattered diamond dust, glittering grime

Magellan’s guide to places unknown
Lights that illuminated Elizabeth’s throne
There before Caesar’s empire fell to dust
There before Solomon’s silver turned to rust

Our sobs at night turned to awe
Because your brilliant glow that we saw
You’re an angel’s halo, a poet’s tale
Beacons of hope cutting night’s black veil

We wished on your light, gave our dreams
Now in return, all we hear are our screams
Because of your dazzling light in the pure dark
Growing closer now with a different spark

Stifled silence, a war plane’s hum
Whispers of a war that can’t be won
Our horrifying nights, our respite days
Glorious stars now a distant haze

Moving faster, a shooting star
Close to my eyes, once from afar
Breathless panic, the scent of smoke
An infant's cry, the fear you woke

I feel the earth shake, the sky on fire
I look to the stars we once would admire
But alas I see your bombs in the night sky
And now you’ve silenced my forsaken cry
Blitzkrieg. the Battle of Britain
156 · Jan 2018
Flush
jer Jan 2018
The flush
In her face
Matches
The flush
In your pockets
154 · Apr 2018
Tattoos
jer Apr 2018
Tattoos
Winding my waist
Kissing my face
Smiles, haughty
Around my body

Tattoos
Watching me cry
Saying goodbye
Laughing, smug
At the grave I dug
153 · Apr 2018
Display
jer Apr 2018
I’m on display
But the glass is fragile
And it will  be a while
Before I decay
149 · Feb 2018
cel est ial
jer Feb 2018
space wants us dead
our breath to stop
to boil our flesh

the galaxies
the stars, the moon 
want us dead

earth wants us
alive, enveloped
in its blanket, we thrive
141 · Jan 2018
Advice for a Journey
jer Jan 2018
He said to
Stop and smell
The red roses
On your way
To hell
139 · Mar 2018
Storm
jer Mar 2018
He is lightning
She is thunder

He lights the sky in flashes
She come roaring in his wake
You’ll find your own ashes
From the blood they’ll take

He is deadly silent
She is deafening
Mouths fall quiet
At their beckoning

He can scorch your skin
She can break your bones
You’ll know they will win
When they shake your homes

He is lightning
She is thunder

They are a storm
135 · Mar 2018
Vagabond
jer Mar 2018
There is more
Than one could
Ever imagine
Out there

Yet, here I sit
Just a speck
134 · Jan 2018
Lion’s Den
jer Jan 2018
Open door
Small girl in downpour

Wicked men in their den
Charming smiles
Wait a while

Innocent face
By the fire
Strange place
Evil desire

Ruined girl in the world
Bruised up skin
Only begin

Too young
To understand their fun
trafficking
132 · Apr 2021
Sauce
jer Apr 2021
There is one thing in this world
To which a man’s worth will bind
Indulgence in it is danger, but without it,
Himself he cannot find

Without it he will starve
A life unknown from start to end
A cure of wealth and fame and power
A flavorful, fatal blend

Of sauces rich and rare
Served upon a silver plate
A careful cliff down which he stares
Of his self-fulfilling fate

Without this sustenance, he wanders
But at what grueling cost?
The man himself, if he is gluttonous,
May become lost in the sauce
"If a man does not have the sauce, then he is lost. But the same man can be lost in the sauce" - Gucci Mane
131 · Jul 2018
My First Tattoo
jer Jul 2018
I want you to stop
But it’s not
You it’s me
I need
To be
Free
130 · Mar 2018
This Man
jer Mar 2018
When he walked in a room
He made the walls
Come falling
Down
128 · Feb 2018
Mutiny
jer Feb 2018
Golden molten
Skies revolted

Against quiet
Darkness riot

Sunrise allied
Darkness defied

Skies despising
Battled uprising

Magnificent war
Against uproar

Belief scrutiny
Tragical mutiny
A story; a battle between skies
128 · Feb 2018
I Lied
jer Feb 2018
I would trade
You for the world
At any second
126 · Feb 2018
Harmatia
jer Feb 2018
‘Til I own the world
I cannot be satisfied
‘Til it is all mine
124 · Jan 2018
Shatter
jer Jan 2018
I am not
Done with you
Yet
Your pieces still
Cling together
You have not
Yet
Shattered
But I will
Shatter you
122 · Jan 2018
Aurora’s Dance
jer Jan 2018
The stage is
                  black ink
The stage is
                   pure empty
          and then
          a graceful
          step


As she flows onto stage
                         Her body moves like the ocean's daughters
As she glides across midnight
                         Her skirts move like a million colors of Iris

Oh! The colors
They cry
to the stars
That now
speckle the stage
That rise
from their grave

Blues
         and purples
                       and greens
Of the night
Will not let you breathe
Reds
         and oranges
                        and yellows
Of the day
Are put away to shame

Her dance cannot be compared to another
   What other dance
                  lights the sky
                so magnificent?
    What other dance
                  enchants eyes of
                thousands afar?

And on the horizon
        Her enemy is now returned
                His dark slumber yawns
                        He reaches his fingers
                                  Out toward her stage
                                 And now on her stage
                        The dance comes to an end
                She gathers her skirts
        She takes her quiet bow
Then takes her exit

Her audience
         cries
              cheers
                     howls
Their thunder is deafening


The stage is
                   black ink
The stage is
                   pure empty
          and then
          a jealous
          red
122 · May 2018
Victim
jer May 2018
“Shame shame shame
Oh shame on you”

I plead a thousand times
There’s nothing I could do

I told him
I’d rather by dead
I really told him
That’s what I said

If I’d worn my dress longer
Or fought a little stronger
It was really my fault
It could’ve been stopped

Shame on me, I couldn’t see
One bottle less
Anything but that dress

(Oh God
Where were you
When dirt touched my skin
When he let himself in?)

One bottle less
A longer dress...

I’m very sorry
To bother you, at all
But this is really
Actually my fault
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