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jǫrð Nov 2020
Mary, mercy, he
Spelled it out in a way that
Reeked of deception
jǫrð May 2024
My ovaries twist inside
I never deserved them
Anyhow

Choose or else
Something will
Chose for you

I wish I
At least had
My baby to say goodbye to
jǫrð Nov 2020
You knew I meant you
And I knew it too, in the
Way my voice wavered
jǫrð Jul 2021
Absent was the sun
Unseen to the deep anglers
Perception is all
The History: Visions
jǫrð Dec 2020
Grey eyes, crystalline
Such depth and great length
Behind your soft gaze
The History: I remain unsure, for good reason. You would want me to focus on self preservation.
jǫrð Feb 2021
& of the myriad ways
to drive a man to feel
The goddess weapon
Is *** appeal
The History: Let them think you are who they see.
jǫrð Oct 2023
Your mother would be proud of you
That's what you told me

When I asked her, her opinion, she turned and said to me

One day he will be jailed, or my four will become three

When I pointed out your white lies
And each great or small misdeed

Objecting, you'd cry,  "I'll make
"Something" from my misery."

I cried, and I tried to tell you before it happened
What comes from this foolish pride

& You cocked your head, laughing back
While spitting in my eyes
The History: My ex boyfriend who painted me as heinous disgusting person was arrested in February. He is in jail for 3 years. I pity him, but I also tried to warn him. Another one bites the dust.
jǫrð Mar 29
It was March 28, when I last cried
& the name Virginia Woolf came to mind
So I typed her name into my search bar to find
It was the day she had died

I studied the note she left behind
and what I saw I could not deny
How closely she and I
Could be in time
The History: In Virginia's suicide letter to her husband, she wrote how happy she had been to have him in her life, and how if anyone could have saved her it would have been him. She said of her suicide, "So I am doing what seems the best thing to do." Rather than continue without being able to concentrate, hearing voices, struggling with her mental illness, she objectively took the opportunity to leave this world.
jǫrð Jul 2023
He was the rising sun
Left his warmth in our bed

Early in the morning

& When I returned
I lie on his side dreaming

Of golden rays
And orange sunrise
The History: Master Blake left his warmth in my bed when he rose up early this morning.
jǫrð Jan 2021
Wildflower, you
Were no fresh spring rose, scented
Instead, a dry ****
The History: I've known many names. One being, flower. Though, to some I am a red rose, I identify more with the resilience of weeds.
jǫrð Nov 2020
Fruitless efforts left
Me bruised like a Georgia peach
So sweet nonetheless
The History: I woke today with strange bruises, from where I could not say. It is 2020 and the election results just changed in our neighbors to the North, Red to Blue. I am struggling internally, but it could be worse. I could be a politician full time.
jǫrð Dec 2020
Purple Amethyst
Beneath my tongue, keeps me from
Inebriation
The History: It is said that amethyst beneath the tongue prevents drunkenness. All types of drunkenness, I'm afraid not.
jǫrð Jan 2021
I passed by fancy
Beach homes and dreamt of being
Some rich man's bedspread
The History: I watched the mcmansions pass, the beach waving in between. Daydream tides carried me on to fanciful things and being worth something to some driven man. hmm.
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jǫrð Nov 2020
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Reds on Slate
We were *******
Gorgeous babe

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