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Jazz May 2022
I used to choose my words with ease
Picking and choosing the placement
Aligning the thought’s with the paper
perhaps try to think back to the pen tap?
Now it’s  the click of a keyboard
I know im off track
Im still moving backwards somehow
I’ll try to reroute

These letters used to glide out my mind
Now they stay stitched over and over
Mind glitched trying to rewire the mind of professionally trained liar

Lies spoken not with malicious intent but rather in my own self defense
Also insecurity of my own life path and journey
For fear of my rejection i used  these lies for protection
For my mind is far to flexible for ones own good

My malleable mind had molded like clay
Then hardened once it saw the light of day
And basked in the sunlight
So much so it forgot how to admire  nippy nights

Blending  truths of characters played and my own
Twisting truths though i hate to admit id done that alone
Thought i wasn’t always a truth teller
I strive now to do better

I’ve learned flexibility is useless without stability
Clay compact so bound it broke
Which is fine
Just remember my previous line
Flexibility is useless without stability

Blending, bending  and finally mending
A mind shattered and rebuilt after ending
New beginnings
Jazz Aug 2020
If you we're the gun lets say I was the bullet
if you were the noose I'm the **** fool that pulled it
and let this dangle without air
I'm so sorry I acted like I didn't care
I'm sorry I wasn't there for you the last week,
but these end at some point had to meet
so my reason for all I let Happen
You're just not worth it Jazmin
A perspective poem I wrote from my Ex's point of view
Jazz Feb 2020
I’ve learned to roam in chaos
To feel at home with havoc
to walk on broken slates like floorboards and hope they never get destroyed
And when they do, i play with the woods chips, but cry at splintered fingers
I ruin everything i touch
Either it’s broken or it’s lost
A broken slate makes for a broken heart and a crippled cranium

Don’t mistake this broken slate for simply subconscious pen snaps, fractals of glass smashed, or head bashed on table, overlapped laundry bag tagged with laziness, lack of motivation,  loss of patience, my will cracked cause it’s always the inanimate you get to buy back, but what happens to the lovers that never get to last
A lasting lover makes for wide eyes and a heart to call home
But remember home is chaos
So i’ll just break my own heart before they ever get the chance
Jazz Jan 2020
(From Saturn's Moons Perspective)
My iridescent atmosphere is flooding in gravity
Gentle stripes of cloud flows in its abyss
I sit surrounding Saturn's entrancing  system  
blink my eyes and find  I’m a part of Saturn's  rings
Jazz Jan 2020
to  live your life from the drivers seat
to be buckled in with bitterness and your own defeat
Jazz Dec 2019
Adulthood turns
Turns presents to low paychecks
Hallelue to rents due
Evergreen to I’ve got mouths to feed
December to depression
Mistletoe to sorrow
Santa to  society's expectations
Snowflakes to heartache
Empty stockings to empty stomachs
and toy stores to things you can’t afford
Jazz Dec 2019
It's funny when you think about it,
adults are just grown-up children.
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