#means
When do you think you knew,
you are common, nothing special,
regular kid, everybody had belt whippin's
at home, and paddling at principled schools
marks, hex wounds remembered long after
scars have faded and only some smells remain
I, for one, did recognize the smell of cyanide,
and cannabis, recognosis, first learned then
smelled and remembered when, first then
tying poison pen letters to smear campaigns
it was common politics, business as usual,
to become Johnny Tremaine, you gotta
read the book, I did not, to become
Holden Caufield, you gotta read the book,
I did not, the only guys I know who did,
are dead.
There are deadly wrong ways to live long.
Could who have seen Trump coming?
Historic opera scale spectacle
in times when children
can see from Saturn
to grasp the scale
of closeness we share,
after learning men use balanced measure-
ment assuring mental values weigh surity
all men are born equal on life's scale,
not wars scale, not any mission men perceive
received by anointed ones among us, lead on…
we shall stand responsible for all federal debt,
until hell freezes over and we pry the Winchester
from Moses's Soylent Green stained pointy fingers
and demonstrate professional confidence, ginger
snaps
smell, linger
longer, think a one time what if we had, but didn't.
Had all the ingrediency needed to make a morning last.
And cinnamon for rolls in the oven, imagine that smell
in Gaza this morning, with coffee.
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 1:39 PM UTC
local need, local action-
with the whole world in mind
a happy realisation-
fruition of Easter joy
the gifted purpose-
an eternal harvest to sow
May 21
May 21, 2026 at 10:23 AM UTC
you can write
i learned something knew
it is not an incorrect way to say
in the world of poetry
or the world of emotional expression
that i learned something knew
it is a fun way to express
an emotion of knowing something new
or even learning something
people know already
are they're typos
if their meant
to express
whatever is there
to be meant
Nov 19, 2025
Nov 19, 2025 at 10:35 AM UTC
Mosquito, mosquito
annoying chiquito,
no more flights,
no more bites,
no more bon appetito,
you pushed me too far
for you it's finito
Oct 5, 2024
Oct 5, 2024 at 10:33 AM UTC
Holding on the hope you will return
For a moment think that you have
Brief impulse is all that I've earned
Resist coming completely back
I'm lying beneath skies full of stars
Frozen ground padding my head
Weakly wondering where you are
Pushing up buried expressions unsaid
The deep roots are tough to rip loose
They've been planted profoundly for so long
Forlorn because I failed to use
Fearing they'd come out wrong
Anguish has now awakened
Manifestation of my flaws
Regretting the path taken
Past a parasite that gnaws
The thought of freedom makes me laugh
Existing but actually dead
Like the way I cope with being half
Acting like I'm whole instead
Isolation is an alien feeling
Heard stories but had no clue
Hardly remember what it means to start healing
Never had a cut as deep as you
Apr 1, 2024
Apr 1, 2024 at 4:10 AM UTC
fewer words means no greater appreciation
*well you know, I’m not one
famous for brevity, after all,*
why not *use three words for
every one sufficient, satisfying
the egotistical statistical curve
of the illnesses of literary illiteracy.
exactly.
but brevity in thanking,*
the swift surety of a few
chosen, well aimed, words,
is the arrow in the bullseye,
that is taped to my chest,
directly over my heart,
that part, from which we
ship and receive
immense gratitude
countless kindnesses
and proofs positive,
that our two hearts yet beat,
marching in more than
unison,
nay,
marching in a
unification
greater than any
distanced separation!
Jun 25, 2024
Jun 25, 2024 at 4:24 PM UTC
-
in a landfill one day i saw an
immigrant family take an old
bed and strap it across the top
of a banged up SUV that was
missing it's left front clip, the
headlight was taped where a
socket would have held it,
like a discombobulated eyeball
clearly marked on the edge
of the mattress was the
following in Red Sharpie—
"DO NOT SALVAGE"
the same warning i remember
writing on Momma's deathbed
decades earlier, her stain clearly
visible on one side.
there was nothing to be said,
even if i _could_ speak fluently
against what was apparently
—for them—
clearly accepted
terms...
s jones
Mar 2021
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Mar 1, 2021
Mar 1, 2021 at 6:59 AM UTC
NO means NO means NO means NO
I am truth
Truth, you'll never know
The one who turns a NO to YES
To suit them best
To rob what isn't theirs
The one who turns a NO to YES
Will never feel Truth's caress
Will never feel the raw beauty
Of living with integrity
NO means NO means NO means NO
We both know it's time for you to go.
Oct 4, 2020
Oct 4, 2020 at 10:50 AM UTC
I never knew how many goodbyes
I'd said
Before you became distant
My friend
And looking from the distance
That has been built between
Us
I feel a void present.
Your lack of response was a sign.
A game of checkers to bid the time.
However you can only play with two
And I...
Have always been one
And alone.
And yet you begin to replicate yourself,
Until I see you in many
Different yet the same.
Your eyes distant
Your smile not yet expressed with
All of your heart.
It's no surprise that
This wall is here.
Thank you for your time.
I don't want to look upon you from a
Distance so far.
The void can be discarded.
Forgotten.
And yet you stand there
And my thumbs hover over you;
Not yet registering
What my mind speaks.
Can I really say
You..
were once a friend?
An acqu~~~~~~~~
Just like most.
And am I my own acqu~~~~~~~~?
*What use is the hand that reaches out
Stroking frozen walls and
Directing my gaze*.
Jul 30, 2019
Jul 30, 2019 at 4:08 AM UTC
Half of the Summer,
You were not around
Maybe I'm waiting for a thunder,
Perhaps a sign that you're home bound.
Days without you are dry as dust
I had a hard time to adjust
Thousands of "I miss you" were sent
Honey, I really miss your sweet scent.
Even if you're away,
My soul belongs to you.
I'll meet you 4pm at the bay,
And together let's watch the sky change its hue.
--Jeannery A.
♡
May 18, 2019
May 18, 2019 at 3:20 PM UTC
The love of my life doesn't mean
Heart and soul
It means choose and choice
Part and whole
Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 8:40 PM UTC
It can pierce a veil of darkness
Unravel like the extension of an arm
And seep, deep into folds of the extreme
Coloring the simple walls of where we've already been
And in your eyes I can see it still
Like the warming sentiments of summer
As the winter ground reflects it all around
Because inside is where the light bends
And without break it begins a sound
Feb 9, 2019
Feb 9, 2019 at 5:00 PM UTC
Now that I know what
This means you can't do it to
My brain anymore
Feb 5, 2019
Feb 5, 2019 at 2:34 PM UTC
When I say I like him means,
despite my fear of heights,
I will fall for him blindfolded from any height
When I say I like him means,
Though I hate goat cheese,
I would eat it just to spend my time with him at the dining
When I say I like him means,
Despite my fright of speed
I would sit in a race car with him
When I say I like him means,
Though I am scared of darkness
I would walk miles at night just to have a glimpse of him
When I say I like him means,
Despite my impatience
I would wait for days, for him to text back, Because I know how busy he is
When I say I like him means
If he says his favorite color is blue
My wardrobe will change till every color of my dress matches to his taste
When I say I like him means
I look at his pictures 1000 times
And search for that glimpse of his fondness
When I say I like him means
I would go over his text messages over and over
To picture his mood in my head, when he sent me those messages and for that one word where he might have confessed that he likes me too
Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 2:03 PM UTC
Accept the flaws in myself,
lasso the breadth
of my errors
with no regret.
I believe there's a switch
where the matter
lives in a state
of yes or no.
Commit to the wind in word,
I won't wrestle
control from
anyone but me,
and my worst self.
Empathy on high,
Sympathy on low,
Compassion on,
for transparency.
Compassion off,
for sympathy play.
I am not a means,
I am a world.
My worth
is not measured
in the weight
of my faith in
and the care I take
of others.
Jan 13, 2019
Jan 13, 2019 at 12:51 AM UTC