Jazz - Hello Poetry

Jazz Nov 2019

In a realm of forest fires
Flames woven with broken promises and snapped heartstrings
I hope to be reborn a birch tree
Symbolic for new beginnings

Jazz Nov 2019

Deja Vu

Slippery tiles and wet rocks I walk on
Prancing on pins and needles
Dancing with Deja vu
It was a phenomenon of the brain science couldn’t understand
Triggered by senses
Would cause the gears of everything to stop turning

Jazz Nov 2019

The Perfect Amount Of Awful

You are the perfect amount of awful
You choked down smiles
And puked up I love you’s
Drunk on our auras intertwining
You were my hero
There to save me from life's monotony
Just to throw me back in it
I’ve been everyone's trash
I just wonder when I’ll get to be someone's treasure

Jazz Nov 2019

Call Me Crazy

Call me crazy but you were always a joker
Keen at making xyz your punchline
You seem to stretch the truth like it’s your safety net
Assume we all won’t see you true intent
And most don’t (pause)
But only because most aren’t looking
You can’t differentiate between to humor-ize and to lie
You’ve truly painted yourself quite the thin line
If any come to think of it
Actually you tried to hide between the lines
Oh so swaddle in what you can say without saying it
Scribbled in your fantasies as non-fiction
But I'm not buying
Your denying
Xyz delusional
You're still trying it
People aren’t games you can just keep supplying
And throw away when they stop complying
I understand there may be no use in trying to tell you this at all
However please remember these are not games
These are people
And you can press restart on a ps4 but not person

sorry I make up words

Jazz Nov 2019

Living On The Verge

I’ve spent my life living on a cliff
Planted on the edge
In the On the verge of
In the Nearly finished
In the Tip of the tongue
In the So close
In the Not quite
The thrill very much an enchantress
I stand entranced
In the Almost there

I’ve spent my life living on a cliff
Looking down and seeing blue
Catching crumbles of dust blow under feet
But I keep my eyes fixed on blue
Scouring and searching for my soul in the sea
Waiting to be submerged by own psyche
I’ve spent my life living on a cliff
Please Forgive me for enchantress will never prevail
My fears vigor will always triumph over theirs
I’ve accidentally turned my house into a cage
and with it the sea has become the cuffs that bind me to the tide.
I’ve spent my life living on a cliff
My eyes pan up cause I’m sick of simply staring at the sea
My Eyes espied sky now
But it’s no use
Blue is a constant reminder of what could have been
I’ve spent my life living on a cliff
But house and home are not synonymous
So I suppose I’ll just close my eyes and jump

Jazz Nov 2019

I Fell In Love With A Paintbrush

I fell in love with a paintbrush
Not the painter
Perhaps even the canvas blank or filled
It could have been the way the colors dabbled with each other,
Call it symphony
Maybe each bristle,
created euphony with one foul stroke
Perhaps it was the paints potency,
Perhaps it left a mark on my heart
Whether Desired or undesired is to be determined
The paintbrush knew what it wanted
A muse more than anything
Something magnetic, something you can’t keep your eyes off of
But you wouldn’t want  to anyways
A muse meant to amaze
And upon first gaze turns melancholy to haze.
Left said artist in a daze
Claimed it’s their work to be appraised
And my heart to be  glazed over
Heart hung out to dry with no closure
Left dripping wet lost all composure
I do believe dear brush’s time is over
Though what’s said  is not meant for exposure
I fell In love with the paintbrush
Not the painter

Jazz Nov 2019

Everything Longs For Nothing

I've never had nothing mean everything to me before
I know his statement is flooding in variance, but it flows through a stream of truth Perhaps a hurricane
Call me a storm
I’m being genuine
I will always be genuine and it isn’t my fault you don’t believe that rain is coming
Until you feel a trickle
But I am thundering
Let my lightning light up your eyes or something
My everything longs for your nothing
But what you don’t realize is nothing can’t exist with everything
Nothing is the absence of something
It isn’t my fault you don’t believe that rain is coming
I’m  thundering
Thought You are slowly plundering away my thunder
And my lightning leaked, it’s spilling up **** creek
It’s finally raining
Are happy now
It's pouring
Like I poured my everything into your nothing
I hope you felt your trickle hope your ******* drenched
My tempest is over
You’re just left wet
And I’m  contempt
But nothing is the absence of something
So I suppose that what we’re supposed to be.

I don't know what grammar is so apologies