Does the aching beauty of it haunt you
in that pleasant dreamsome way
Like the facets of a diamond we carved to make this moment infinite, if just for tonight
Were you happy
Are you still, even if you're wanting it again again again again (today- tomorrow- next day)
And if you are
know that
the beauty aches for you
and is haunted by your presence
every waking hour

-cj

Homesickness
the sheer vulnerability
cornered by the shelter of lovers
My kin and the clouds
chestfulmindedness
green pillow furrows the mature feathers in my hair

-cj

Some say it's just a song
But to me
It's an insane little fragment of me and some of you, the heartbreak and absolute madness I created from my bitter yet not fruitless experience

-cj

Nights such as tonight
the stars serve as reminders
of all the lights I haven't been
blinded by yet

-cj

I suppose this weak art is the
part I don't choose to ignore
It kind of wakes me up
It's like purple chairs in the old greentree house with the red shutters
It's my days jumbled in sequence
Like these dreams align from
a long long time before
I have time
I have to have more time
to do what the clock strikes within me

-cj

she glances in mirrors
a geometric façade hems her shoulders to her ribs
the moon bleeds white in phases
crescent makes for the chesire cat smile, she sleeps to the silent sounds of it
gibbous, waning, waxing
all hallowed to the eclipsing snowy veil of it
she passes the reflection of her own skin
the light in the night shows it for her

-cj

Chamomile heartbeats, wash ashore the memory,
It's bound to my brain
(He's cryptic)
Dreamcatcher captures, feathers speak of summer nights
and still I implore the definition of what our blood means to one another, on the eve of your cornered youth
It's ending, but halting in me, it's a screeching tire sensation, while I am myself there are dozens of others charading within
Cryptic love,
forsake me

-cj