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Night Verses
It's at night and when i'm shutting off,
I'm tired,
seeking something soft,
..to lay upon...

:You'd think i'd be de-energized,
feeling groggy as i close my eyes:
my creativeness lacking size.

...It's that special  time of day:
the repettitive hour in which i lay,
:that i find gold.

My thoughts add up to an endless sum,
Collective lines, begin to thrum,
Bright  and bold, they always come:
....in my head.

...It's too bad though:
My night verses,
you guys will never know.
They're gone by morning ,
no pure gold to show.

© J-d S. J

Nobody loves her best and that’s okay
Because her car drives faster than they can run
And her sweater is big enough and her hair is tangled
Like she just rolled out of bed
But bed isn’t home
Not anymore
Bed is anywhere she can close her eyes for more than a second at a time
Home is the structure built inside of her chest
Not quite a human with a human’s anatomy anymore
The bones are twisted the wrong way
Scraps of the past caught in the joints
Wrapped up tight like a flag in the wind of a tornado
And that’s all she’s becoming
But it’s still hard to breathe
And she would trade it all,
Trust me,
She would trade it all
Give up the speed
Give up the power
Give up the ability to knock them down and make them wander around in the dark
For the chance to open a front door
And not fear what’s on the inside.
Fear doesn’t truly move her
Fear actually locks her knees and freezes her lips
But a moving target is hard to hit
So she’s trained herself to run
And she’s going to keep going, screaming all the way
Take me back
Take me back
Oh god, bring me home.