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Jazz Nov 2019
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 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 Nov 2019
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 Jan 2020
to  live your life from the drivers seat
to be buckled in with bitterness and your own defeat
Jazz Nov 2019
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
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 Oct 2019
Forget me not for I was your flower
I started a seed
About as little as my hope for this
It’s Miniscule truly, but it didn’t stay that way
I was planted in the finest soil
Enriched in others expectations and your name  
I slowly became a seedling
Watered in tears that fell from his last I love you and hope that this time there is never a last
I am sprouting
For the sun shone as bright as your eyes and as bright as my smile when you said yes
I am blooming
As I was plucked by you with the bright eyes who put me in a vase
I’m just happy to have a place to call home
Waved goodbye to my roots
And thanked the soil,
The sun
And the rain
It’s truly unimaginable
I am withering
Its been a minute since you last changed the water
But I’m fine actually
I am parched and drowning at the same time
I’m dying
I’m being plucked
But my stems already been cut
Your playing she loves me not with my petals
So I suppose I've run out of luck  
And I am barren so
Forget me not for I have already been forgotten
For I was your flower
And now  I am gone
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 Nov 2019
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 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 Nov 2019
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 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 Nov 2019
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 Dec 2019
It's funny when you think about it,
adults are just grown-up children.
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

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