#felt
Deep, the vibrations through my chest,
I close my eyes as my body is carried on a buoyant beat,
I’m mesmerised.
Free from gravity I float on melodic saxophone and fluid, flowing lyrics.
I am no longer of this world...
I am set adrift through atmospheric bliss, suspended in time,
Only words for company…
And a fellow poets' soul holding my hand.
Mar 10
Mar 10, 2026 at 4:26 PM UTC
I’ve seen it.
That look in the eye when the soul’s half gone,
when you’d trade your last heartbeat
for one more hit.
Drugs don’t care who you are,
don’t care what you do.
They don’t care if you’ve got babies to feed,
or bills overdue.
It don’t check your job,
your past, your skin.
It don’t knock first
it just walks in.
I’ve seen teachers lose it.
Doctors too.
I’ve seen a mamas pray for sobriety
and still fall through..
That man on the corner?
He once had a home.
That girl in the alley?
She somebody's own.
That guy noddin’ out by the wall in the rain?
He taught your mama math—before the drugs took a play..
People love to point.
“Look at that ******
That tweaker. That mess.”
But they don’t see the story
that lives in that chest.
Cuz pain don’t pick favorites.
And shame don’t heal.
You don’t know the weight
‘til you feel what they feel.
One day it might hit close—
your kid, your blood, your name.
And you’ll wish the world
wasn’t built on blame.
So yeah, I’ve seen some things.
I’ve buried some too.
But I’ve learned this truth
the hard way through:
Drugs don’t judge.
They just take.
But one ounce of hope
can change a soul’s fate..
So next time you see someone falling apart,
don’t turn your head.
That’s somebody’s heart.
And maybe, just maybe,
that heart could be you real soon.
Stay humble and proud, but dont underestimate the shameful power thats round.
Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 6:11 PM UTC
My racing thoughts are crashing sraight into my heart
Paramedics on the scene diagnose my art
It's flooding every ventricle and clotting in my veins
But what I see is beautiful and I don't mind the pain
Feb 20
Feb 20, 2026 at 3:46 AM UTC
10th of November, what a day to remember.
Our bambeano was here there was no longer a need to fear.
It felt like we were living a fairy tale dream,
That was until we got home and you began to scream.
It took a while but we finally found our toes.
As having you around helped us accomplish our goals.
Waking up to seeing your gorgeous wee face,
Always found many different ways to make my heart race.
With the way you press both hands upon your chubby wee cheeks,
Made every bad day seem so less bleak.
You gave everyone something that was so special,
That was a love that touched everyone's hearts.
Now looking back we both like to think your more of a blessing,
That was sent from above.
So let this be a lesson to all those who we love,
Just keep all your friends and family close and near.
For that day we dread that we can't predict,
Will soon make them no longer be here.
So make memories that are dear to your hearts,
Cherish them and love them.
You'll be fine no matter how far apart.
So to our wee buddy, our wee champ
I hope you hold that tittle as high as you can.
As for now on, like what we always sang,
Your forever hanging out with the sandman
love you millions
from mummy ***
Feb 16
Feb 16, 2026 at 9:37 AM UTC
Baby I told you I don't got religion
Regardless when you touch me I'll feel like I was god sent
Divine vessel pulling you inside
Everything holy is a sensation you've yet to feel
Not written in archaic books but legible across my body,
written in braille
That you never learned but understand well
Jan 17
Jan 17, 2026 at 7:55 AM UTC
thoughts crawl
like cockroaches.
i found one in my bag today—
unwanted, relentless—
breeding faster
than i ****
thoughts i don’t want:
image of my friend's veined hands,
dream of names I shouldn’t say,
waking sticky
in my parents’ bed,
praying to a god
who doesn’t stop bodies.
in this new city,
i'm still that kid
crying in that bed—
anemic, brain-fogged,
consumed by my own body.
will i always be like this?
both the beekeeper
and the funeral,
tending the hive of thoughts
i’m trying to bury.
the hive outlives the shovel.
Jan 15
Jan 15, 2026 at 1:50 AM UTC
Oh he loves me
He loves me so dearly
He loves me wholely
He loves me with everything he has
But
But why I can't I love him the same?
Why can't I feel my legs twirling?
Why can't I feel the sensation of loving someone for the first time?
Why is it so mind numbing that, I have others **** for and still can't feel it?
Dec 12, 2025
Dec 12, 2025 at 1:16 PM UTC
Love is like a curse.
Making me believe.
In things I haven't felt.
My heart is a muscle.
So it must have a memory.
Of somebody's love.
Lost long ago.
Only there is no beating heart.
No unsaid remark.
No last chance.
No last dance.
It turns out.
I'm getting pretty good.
At this solo act.
Love is like a curse.
Never to be broken.
It only breaks me.
Until there is no memory.
Curse this love.
Curse this heart.
For making me believe.
In what's untrue love.
Where's the only thing I've felt.
Is this cursed love.
Jul 1, 2025
Jul 1, 2025 at 12:05 AM UTC
For even space is occupied,
There is both foreground & background.
That which is visible
And that which is elusive.
Like vapor from water forming clouds.
Like gaseous vents expelling
What can not be seen, but felt.
All is & all is connected.
Jun 26, 2025
Jun 26, 2025 at 11:24 AM UTC
Always the lover,
Never the loved.
Always the healer,
Never the healed.
Always the photographer,
Never the photographed.
Always the helper,
Never the helped.
Always the cheerer,
Never the cheered.
Always the painter,
Never the painting.
Always the poet,
Never the poem.
Always the option,
Never the priority.
Always the lister,
Never the heard.
Always the writer,
Never the muse.
Always the understanding,
Never the understood.
May 10, 2025
May 10, 2025 at 11:43 AM UTC
Associated with Death
Most of my life,
Death has been interested in me.
Like a crush teasing you
Just letting you know it's there.
A new song you put on repeat
Because it resonates in your soul.
It would disappear in the bad times,
Take hold in the good.
A stranger.
A best friend.
I'll be associated with death
The rest of my life
Because I decided once
It was time to die.
Apr 24, 2025
Apr 24, 2025 at 9:29 AM UTC
It’s funny how you had me run to your
needs and everything I did it was with
ease, no time to sit back because I was on
your track so if it derailed I knew how to
bounce back, it wasn’t fated or in no
contract I just knew your soul was reading
my context, ever so lifted engraved with
transition full of life and always in the
distance; you filled my days with ignition,
simplistic with intentions but not gathered
by good decisions, we parted ways when
Moses split the sea leaving thoughts behind
as if you were a daydream, a cutoff to the
main stream but I reopened up those doors
like a dam who was in need, refreshing
with a lesson but filled those pages with
wages and empty spaces for me to erase,
create and fill a void that ached with greed,
I knew life would prevail I stood my
ground and watch the ocean exhaled with a
stare that came in like a seclusion hoping
you weren’t the reason I was choosing
Jan 14, 2025
Jan 14, 2025 at 12:55 AM UTC
Silent Picture Book
worm-etched warmth
cocoon coop-cope
deep-dive wings
emerald waters Shores
Molokai Melting Man
mouth moon moth
main inspiration mute
moon cold draft move
press inscript pencil
sun rising melts still
thread resounding threat
sane symmetrical sense
eyes emotional ease
bucket-thirsty bot
head-first thought
emotional leech
inner world melt
outer word felt
Dec 1, 2024
Dec 1, 2024 at 4:42 AM UTC
Episteme
Contingency
Emperical Premise
Take a day to live in
Essential State Locus
of Self,
I being
I thinking you must be
for me
to think
of giving you
a piece
of my mind, thinking out being
existing, ist, nicht wahr, amness
I am as ware as any that wars
have never made things better,
Armegeddon fought by volunteers,
shall not be the final solution haters hope.
if this line exists, then you
have existence, here, and now,
in my past and your present, per
haps in process
of happening,
let using letting, let us presume
truth is discernible taken as being,
what is, is true, what isn't, isn't
truly imaginable
in and of itself,
having no being manifestly true.
Where as it has been said,
a word to the wise is enough.
Nov 14, 2024
Nov 14, 2024 at 8:58 PM UTC
🔱
WITH THE WORDS SHE WROTE
PASSIONATELY WITH HER PEN
YOU CAN FEEL THE INK
CRAWL UPON YOUR SOUL
HER CREATIVE YET HARD LIFE
BLESSED US WITH HER POEMS
SHE IS WHAT SPIRIT CALLS LIFE
PAIN STRIFE LOVE ABUSED
SHE WILL NOT FALL DOWN
WITH THE STROKES OF THE INK
ITS WRITTEN HER PERSONALLY
LET MY WORDS CONSUME YOU
OPEN YOUR MIND BE NOT AFRAID
DARE TO BE THERE WITH ME
FIND THE PLEASURE
IN POEMS WRITTEN
NAUGHTY & SO DELICIOUS
READ THE STRUGGLES
TOUGH DAYS LONELY NIGHTS
LONGING TO BE LOVED
NEEDING TO BE HEARD
SURVIVING ON THE STROKES
OF MY HAND ONTO PAPER
IS THIS HOW IT ENDS
WRITING IN INK
THE RHYTHM OF MY LIFE
WORDS JUST WORDS WRITTEN
©🇯ENNIFER DELONG ♬✘↯
Nov 8, 2024
Nov 8, 2024 at 4:52 AM UTC
Our of nowhere, invisible hands grab me.
Fingers sharpened to tiny needles stabbing me all over.
Internal bleeding I beg could finish me off.
My lungs burn for life,
but I burn for limited air supply.
My legs itch to run,
but I know better than to try again.
****** footsteps leave traces
for the invisible hands to find me again.
Oct 15, 2024
Oct 15, 2024 at 6:10 PM UTC
Your side untouched for what felt like eternity
Aug 11, 2024
Aug 11, 2024 at 11:04 PM UTC
dusty window sills; my innocence lost
desert inhabitable leaves no cause.
lifeboats left in the middle of ocean;
salt-licked bony ribs rapid in motion.
pretending so that life seems easier.
undecided, seventeen, pleasing her.
a bleak room haunted by sunken ghost ships
autumn leaves in gutters; i still lose it.
rivers dried up, lake evaporated.
plain truth on my tongue, i just can’t say it.
yet underneath there is a tiny ember;
flesh of hope, flash of what i remember.
from the vessel, i catch glimpse of dry land.
pulling the bow upon the shore, i can.
Oct 22, 2023
Oct 22, 2023 at 7:06 PM UTC
I started isolating
Myself, used to
Say everything
I was feeling
But then I guess
I just stopped
I wanted them to
Love me for who
They thought
I was
And not who I felt
Myself becoming
Ever think about
How horrified the
People we loved
Would be if they
Found out who
We really are?
So we dig deeper
Into our lies everyday
Ultimately hurting
The only
People who
Are brave enough
To love us
Wish I was
Brave enough to
Love them back
We don't have
As much time
As we think
Aug 20, 2023
Aug 20, 2023 at 2:12 PM UTC
The sky descended its sapphire pearls from its embellished chalice. The pearls decorated my lonesome face, I stared upwards into the grey heavens of solemnity. I was searching for answers.
I felt nothing as the water rolled off my fingertips, those precious jewels crashed the surface of the decrepit earth. This feeling I so longed for, so begged for, so sought.
Empty like a vessel, I stood and soaked the frequency in, seconds that felt like days, time stopped, it stopped for me. Maybe for once in my life I was in control, this was it.
No pain, no sorrow, I was free. In that moment I bathed. Bathed in the past, as my future filled my lungs, I was drowning in truth.
Baptized from suffering, I was rooted, longing for the gods to purify me. I am a mere spec in the vast void, existing, while life just moves on.
I couldn’t fathom moving on, what good could that bring if nothing in life was guaranteed.
And just like that, the fear crept back in again, and I found myself, back in hell.
Oct 11, 2022
Oct 11, 2022 at 8:54 AM UTC