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Jun 2017 Jay

Rapunzoll

i like angry poetry
the kind that churns
in your gut,
with razors for teeth
and gums bleeding.
i like the violent sound
of verbs clashing
on a decaying page,
like the shot of a gun
on a quiet day.
i like the poetry that stays,
that lies in waiting
like a dog in a cage,
words that creep like
voided birds into the
wired tress of my brain,
that pay their rent
like drunken travelers
and trash the place.
i like angry poetry
the kind that sears it's
screams to my lips,
which spirit echoes and
moans for eager,
****** eyes.
words that hit like *****,
giving their reader
a killer hangover.
i like angry poetry,
the kind that leave you
with a smoky exit.

#love #heartbreak #sad #depression #life #heart #pain #loss #thoughts #angry

Jun 2017 Jay

writer's pledge.

Jun 2017 Jay

NV

writer's pledge.

may i always write words more naked than flesh,
more stronger than bone,
more sensitive than nerve.
may i always dip my finger into rivers of ink that will never run dry.
on the days i am not an ocean or a shipwreck,
may i always become an anchor.
may i understand that somedays words are a bridge,
and others are the fire that burns them.
that sometimes i write the words,
and that sometimes the words write me.

Jun 2017 Jay

Forgive me

Jun 2017 Jay

MI

Forgive me

I'm so sorry I don't know what to say
You were so young
So beautiful and brave
I'm so sorry I wasn't there to hold your hand
You had to walk alone
Through this pain that was to much to bear

You were so young, I should have asked for help
You shouldn't have cried alone
You didn't need to lock the door
I should have been there to tell them no
To kick the door open
Let you know, I love you so

You were so brave and you didn't have a clue
But I shouldn't have put this burden on you
I wish I had fought back
That we didn't listen to their words
They hurt us really bad
You didn't know we'd overcome

I'm so sorry you felt you had to cry alone
All this pain, the fear, the shame
I should have told you, you were not the one to blame
It's breaking my heart I couldn't protect you then
That I let them break you
Turned away and let you go

It's now been twenty years of painful neglect
Wounds infected, we never met
But since I've called for you, you're slowly coming back
And I know it's late but I hope you'll take my hand
Because girl I'll never let you go again

Jun 2017 Jay

The perfect woman

Jun 2017 Jay

Arshia Qasim Ahmad

The perfect woman

The perfect woman
is beautiful, of course
but not too beautiful,
( enough to be objectify-able
but not so much as to be threatening)

The perfect woman
has a voice and a mind
( that she wisely decides
to leave behind)

The perfect woman
should never be heard
( unless she becomes
a part of the herd)

The perfect woman
Is benign and blind
( to everyone's faults
except her own,
which also, btw, she ought to make known,
or god forbid, she'll be harkened a *****,
How rude.....)

The perfect woman
Is coy and shy
(changing her demeanor
for a girl or a guy)

The perfect woman
Does nothing wrong (yeah right)
(and still doesn't get
why she can't belong)

The perfect woman
Knows her salad forks and plates
She encourages, she nourishes
She creates,
(she waits, she waits , she waits)

The perfect woman
is an overachiever
(but readily labeled
to be a deceiver)

The perfect woman
doesn't age
doesn't dream or rebel
Oh no, dear no....
none of that outrage

The perfect woman
can be a nymph and a nun
(knows how to not show
that she knows what is fun)

The perfect woman,
is curvy but thin
each angle defined
each strand refined
with a dazzling smile
and a glowing skin
(no matter how she gets it
It's that she gets it, she gets it.)

The perfect woman
Is strong and composed
But when she's patronized
She doesn't resist...
She carries her grace
on her well turned calf
and a delicate wrist
Till it's proper and unopposed

The perfect woman
is cruel to her daughter
and kind to her son
( as she knows what it means
to be a woman
even if she forgets
that she's also one...)

The perfect woman
doesn't want to be free
you see, it's simple
She's come to terms with the very concept
That it's her destiny

Sigh.
Let's say this, let's try....
Here's the gist
The perfect woman
is either every woman
or she doesn't exist.

Jun 2017 Jay

Mixed tape

Jun 2017 Jay

Rainswood

Mixed tape

I'm an old cassette,
With my shell intact
but my ribbons are tangled.
Prolapsed.
lying in a messy heap-
Slick and shiny-
Rescue me.
Stick a pencil in my cog-
turn to reveal
the faded songs of my youth
OR smash me in the street.
I'm only plastic, so I can't feel

Jun 2017 Jay

Sophie

Jun 2017 Jay

Grace

Sophie

He calls and
I do not answer
so it becomes
a red missed
call, a blot
of scarlet
like I’ve tried
to stick a
plaster on
a bleeding
knee too early.
He is probably
angry, like
the woman
opposite me,
tapping her
foot to the
vapid music
of the train.
I take out
my diary
and strike silver
through today.
It is over.
The day has
slid into
the envelope
of night.

This is another poem from my portfolio, this time about my character Sophie. It was inspired by Imagist poetry

Jun 2017 Jay

Listen Up Mrs. K,

Jun 2017 Jay

Anne Curtin

Listen Up Mrs. K,

because I have been listening to
your bullying in my head 44 years
and that is 44 years too long.

Listen up Mrs. K
because in 4th grade you said
I was too fat and stupid to be a poet
and I'd be wasting paper anyway.

Now I have something to say.

Tonight in a bookstore filled
with people as my poetry group
launched our book, and I read my
my poems out loud - I was heard
I was good enough to be there.

Mrs. K, listen up
because I am a poet

and you are evicted.

#listen #teachers #bullying

Jun 2017 Jay

Untitled

Jun 2017 Jay

The Sick Red Carnation

Untitled

A bow and arrow
I gave the God's hands
And red
I paint his hands and feet
No benches at school
Dad doesn't use pencils for
writing any more
The poets of my country are vanishing...
My mom never grows rice

...به دست های خدا تیر و کمان دادم
دست و پایش را قرمز می کنم
میز و صندلی مدرسه نداشته باشد
پدر دیگر با مداد نمی نویسد
...شاعرهای کشور من رو به انقراض اند
مادرم هیچوقت برنج نمی کارد