#disassociated
a keeping of structure framed into the confines
of expectations for readers who are by far more
educated and better read than if i can just keep
to writing within those experience perimeters of
uhhh, someone else—
who claims to have seen that the world is about
roughly the size of a really really big asteroid,
hiding behind the thumb of an astronaut floating
some distance away from the pad i wrote my
last poem on a quarter-sheet of tissue paper
with a china marker.
*As per the vocational experts of my youth;
i may well have qualified for the position of
"document shredder",
or even the author of small gift books—*
—had ANY of this material fallen into
the wrong hands...
"freeverse"
© 2020 by Seranaea Jones
all rights reserved
Aug 10, 2020
Aug 10, 2020 at 6:55 AM UTC
I live in a garden, among a thousand blooming things
a sickly sweet saturation of color
my conservatory, scented of blood and
buttercream frosting.
There are lilacs, dahlias, daisies
rolling fields of white clover flowers,
bushes of honeysuckle,
and fences of heavy wisteria.
The trembling of a lonesome violin
floats in the background
each crooning pitch melting away into
masterful vibrato.
Briefly I am reminded of you,
by the sound of the distant violin,
but the smell of the salty, sticky air
and the tragic lament of each gentle arpeggio
reminds me why I ran away
in the first place.
Dec 19, 2019
Dec 19, 2019 at 1:54 PM UTC
anger should be expressed
not held up in your body
that only creates a huge mess
but the only thing i think of
when i see those red words
is the time when the tv
had to be so loud
it would drown out the screams
of my parents voices,
yelling at each other
that was my safe place
a maxed out volume on a tv
on a paisley print couch
watching a 90s show
now the only safe place i seem to find
is the one where my headphones blare in my mind
or when i’m at a concert
second row, or barrier crowd
the bass so loud,
all those red words
they seem to disappear
there’s days i can’t have that
and those days i explode
those days are the days i’ve been coded
disassociated
May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 3:34 PM UTC
Disassociation
some turn to it for recreation
but I like to feel like me
I hate watching the world
play out like a movie on the big screen
The entire world
I can only see
I can't experience
the joy of life around me
I can't untie
untangle, unwind
all the strings tightly wrapped
around my poor little mind
I don't know what to do or say
I can't even bring myself to cry
Maybe I'm just the needy type
to feel a warm body
his heartbeat
against my spine
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 11:21 PM UTC