I did not invite you into my life.
You waltzed in on your own accord.
Stealing my breath; along with my heart.
You had kissed away my innocence then quickly vanished without a trace.
I never asked for you to love me.
I only wanted you to stay.

Utah is a bubble
And Rosario (Argentina) is the cigarette **** of Satan himself
Everything sacred burns
to the ground in this city, and it all started when the moths started to come out in the daytime.
They aren't afraid anymore.
The skeletal souls of men sense us in the streets, their scrawny hands ***** for reality through the haze--
But I'm not what they think. There is no price tag, no label, no packet of instructions- I am the very convincing candy wrapper with nothing inside (and there is an emptiness that swallows me up like a cough drop when the strangers tell me I'm beautiful)
Life doesn't come with golden tickets or rewind buttons
(I've sewed so many into my sweaters just to watch them unthread themselves and leave my soul gaping open again)
I imagine myself (in the end) trying to cover my existence with the filthy rags that remain of my life
By their fruits ye shall know them, but I prefer vegetables.
... Am I going to Hell?

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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.