J P: Favorites

Apr 2014 J P

Loafers

Apr 2014 J P

Megan Grace

Loafers

sword stuck stomachs,
we are drifting into a tide
of something with an aftertaste
hinting of shame, of nights of
reaching out and not finding
you. god, i am trying,
believe me i am trying,
but you looped my lungs around
your left index finger and put
yourself in charge of the labor
of my breaths and I am
here
here
hopelessly here,
glued to the blue of your eyes
and trying to capture every word
as they slip from your mouth.

Mar 2014 J P

My Dawn

Mar 2014 J P

Olga Valerevna

My Dawn

Blood* is not as thick as all the people may have thought
Bodies disappearing, being sold and being bought
We can either walk away until our time has come
Or keep our feet on something even when the rest go numb
Burn away the layers of the skin upon our backs
Trickle through the minds a generation of attacks
There is something sweeter than a lie within one's care
Riding on the edge of what should never have been there
Deep inside the center of the truth - you'll never die
People who are waiting there have told you with their lives

Maidan - for those who have fallen & those who continue to fight

Mar 2014 J P

moiety

Mar 2014 J P

Megan Grace

moiety

how do you get to a point
when you no longer
recognize the person
you are- when the hands
you've watched every day
become two strangers
hanging on your arms, when
your words taste dry and
sour rolling off your own tongue?
more importantly, how do
you find your way back?

Mar 2014 J P

Avraam

Mar 2014 J P

Olga Valerevna

Avraam

Remember being in my room and talking to the air
Although the others couldn't see I knew that you were there

And so I listened to the sounds escaping from my mouth
A song, a speech, a spoken word for earth to figure out

It's from the dirt we walk upon that every body's sewn
But skin and what is physical are nothing on their own

There be a second life within, a home we did not form
One some destroy with both their hands, a murderer is born

Remembered I am in a room the others cannot see
They've caught me talking to the air, I know you're here with me

John 8:58

Jan 2014 J P

Pestañas

Jan 2014 J P

Olga Valerevna

Pestañas

I tried to write a paragraph without a single pause
But every time I moved my hand the end was all I saw
And how would people understand what led to my demise
If I could not explain myself enough to recognize
Forgive me this - my lack of words, I must've just presumed
That anyone who knew me well would read between and through
It seems my haste in getting where I thought I'd never be
Has taken me precisely there and now I disagree
The spaces on the paper wait in hopes that I return
My mumbling is louder now, I still cannot discern
The lashes on my skin are matched with those upon my lids
I haven't written anything if you are reading this

eyelashes

Jan 2014 J P

here and there

Jan 2014 J P

Megan Grace

here and there

you breathe
like
the cities
that I long for
but
your heart beats
like
home.