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jǫrð Nov 2020
Mary, mercy, he
Spelled it out in a way that
Reeked of deception
jǫrð May 7
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 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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