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644 · Jan 2014
Untitled
Jared Eli Jan 2014
Some days make me want
To throw down a grenade
And allow the shrapnel
To imbed itself in me
And with each cut
I'd remember what it was
To feel alive

Some days make me wish
That the world was underwater
And I had no clue how to swim
And the waves would overtake me
'til I was far underwater
And with each ounce of water I breathed
I'd remember what it was
To feel alive

Some days make me try
To hold onto what I remember
And log it away
In the darkest corners of my mind
And with each memory stored
I'd remember what it was
To feel alive
Jared Eli Nov 2013
Dr. Who gave me the feels
While I sat in the kitchen with potato peels
Cooking up some pumpkin pie
Trying not to look in the corner of my eye
Amy Pond, I miss you so
But the Angel's hand said you had to go
You know, the power of three was better, I thought
When it wasn't three Doctors together and caught
Oh sure, they're awfully clever, (400 years and 4 seconds)
But wanting Amy with the Doctor? I'm not alone, and I reckon
She'd want it too, because that's how she is
The Doctor's her best friend, and as well, she's his
Rose Tyler, Rose Tyler, your body came back!
And this time it wasn't through a reality crack!
Interfacing with Bad Wolf Girl to realize YANO
But the part that broke my heart again: "I don't want to go."
639 · Nov 2013
Symbols unto symbols
Jared Eli Nov 2013
I drew a sketch of
A hangman's noose
On the back of a book
By James Gleick
Then I thought,
Who am I kidding?
And finished the sketch
As Phi
637 · Nov 2012
The Painting
Jared Eli Nov 2012
It was the hardest thing she did
She worked on it for weeks
She put her heart and soul in
The Painting

She made the image mild
With a underlying meaning
It was a captured falling star
The Painting

There were lovely blues and grays
Greens and orange hued with pink
The spectrum was to view in
The Painting

She put the final stroke and signed
The work was done; she took it up
She went to show her parents
The Painting

The smiled and patted her head
She frowned and showed and yet
They could not see their little girl in
The Painting

A tear broke loose and hurtled down
She turned away and ran like mad
The alcohol would help to burn
The Painting
632 · Nov 2013
I want to save you
Jared Eli Nov 2013
You put up all these walls between us
And now I know why
It's not because you don't want to let me in
It's not because you're afraid of attachment
Or committing
Or rejection
Or loss
No, you push me away
So ******* far away
Because you want to make sure that you drown

I'll never let go, even if you do
Because I'm the Jack to your Rose
And I swear,
I would rather die drowning
With my last image being you
Half-conscious and hypothermic
Lips blue and eyes delusional
Gorgeous and pulling it off, like only you can
I would rather see you like this
Knowing that my drowning saved you
Than be alive and apart from you
Knowing that you were drowning yourself
Jared Eli Aug 2013
He told me he believed
That I had the greatness in me
And to give up now would be
A sad, sad thing

He said it didn't matter
If I believed in god
Because god is all around
And I have felt him

He said I've touched at least
A thousand lives
And he's pretty sure
That I've touched more

He said that no one's perfect
And to hold them to that pedastol
Is a nice concept
But ill-advised

He said that I have it all inside
The leadership and knowledge
The power and respect
The goodness of a man

And it was all I could do,
As I looked at the man
Who I respected and admired,
Not to cry
I've been having these really bad fights with the voices in my head over whether or not to become an Eagle scout. A lot of it had to do with the twelfth point of the scout law: Reverence. I used to be agnostic and considered myself to be the most religious person I knew because I didn't just go to church on Sunday and just believe what my parents had sat me down and told me to believe. I used to think being atheist was stupid because there has to be something after you die and someone's got to tell you where you go, right? And it was impossible to be mad at something you didn't believe in. But then I thought I was using god as a scapegoat and I took responsibility for everything that happened and I thought, "What about computer programs? Where's their 'Afterdeath'? " which sounds silly, but I thought what if that was what happened to people, too? What if we just stopped existing? It's been really depressing for the past seven months, being an atheist, but I know that I can't just say that I'm a Christian or a Catholic or a Muslim or a Jew or a Bhuddist or LDS because that would be lying and I can't lie about religion because it means something to me. If I join a religion, I'm going to go all the way and be pious and follow all the rules and never swear and be abstinent (luckily still a V so I have that option) and not consume substances and ask for forgiveness and give myself to the lord and be really nice and good and want nothing material and benefit society. But I can't do that. At least not yet. And I've got to find out who I am to find out if I ever can, which sounds really cliche, but I don't want to taint any religion by being in it only halfway. And I know that people do that all the time, but I don't want to be one of THEM. That's how I feel about the Eagle. It means something to me, and to me it should be given to those people who are the embodiment of scouting, who are basically almost saint-like. And I know I'll never be. So I've been having these conversations and been being ostracized accidentally and been fighting with my parents and been wanting to either run away or **** myself or both and then been worrying about my sister and how her life's going to turn out and realizing that I'm a terrible, terrible person and a worse friend and hating myself and wanting to change and knowing I can't and basically just having an all around bad time of it all. Until tonight. I talked with my friend's dad who is this firefighter and I've never wanted to be a firefighter and still don't, but I've always admired him and wished we could just shoot the breeze and he told me that he thought I was an Eagle already. All that I neede now was the paperwork. And the fact that he said that, that he believed in me, that he took the time to tell me that he believed I should do it and that I was a great scout and that even through everything I've been through I kept a-smiling and it takes a real gift for that, the fact that he did all of that for me made me feel really relieved and it made me consider going for Eagle. So I don't know if I will or not, but I do know that if he had just given me a slantface contemplative look and said that Eagle was up to me and that it was up to if I felt I exemplified it, I never would have reconsidered and would have closed the book.
623 · Dec 2013
I want a wake up slap
Jared Eli Dec 2013
Some days I want to sit in a chair
Alone, on a rock overlooking
The frigid ocean
I want to sit and look out at the horizon
The taunting broken promise
And as the sun sets
Pulling colors down with it
I want someone to slap me
And tell me it's okay to stop crying
That I don't have to try and drown my sorrow
In a bottle or in my tears
I want them to pull me close and kick the chair
Into the ocean
"It's gone" they'll say
"Your new life starts now"
And I'll walk away with them
Rubbing my cheek from the slap
623 · Feb 2014
Untitled
Jared Eli Feb 2014
I am
An open book
Made up of the ashes
Of fantastic people and books
Of miraculous animals and fantastical structures
Of civilizations grander than I could ever conceive
Civilizations burned down specifically
To create the pages
That I am
"Buy a building to burn, sirs!
Triple your investment when we build this child!"
They wasted a **** good concept on me
And I didn't fail
To let them down

That's right, I came from ashes
But I'm nowhere near a Phoenix
Cut me and I'll bleed
The ceremonial color of a man
Whose last will and testament
Is that no one he knows will see him
Cry so hard and so long
That the dying is over long before
The tears are through
And when the blood and tears mingle
Sense is lost
Because Spielberg's AI was not that sad
And no one understands why
Okay?
Okay.
Hits me the way it does

They used to say that illness sprang
From bad blood
I know inside I'm terrible
And maybe that's why I love
Donating blood
That on a deep subconscious level
I try to purge my impurities
Through my borderline masochism
A vampire girlfriend would suit me just fine
I think to myself
And I pump in the sleeve
Take from the vein all you desire
And my eyes roll back
What a ******* ******

"Don't judge me" I tell them
Half-joking
So the sincerity in the concern is mistaken
For a good leg-pulling
I am aware and scared of what people think
In a secret sort of way
The kind that's alright as long as
No one knows
Because when they know
They'll control you
And you, helpless to your worry
Will stress and believe everything
"I don't want to be hated"
Be non-committal
See both sides
Don't vote for anyone, tell them you have to go
Take a stand, *******
I am a spineless *******
Who is trying so hard to grow a spine
You can be emotional and have a spine
But some days I would rather just have a spine
And the will to speak

Arrogance is a virtue
According to my mind
It compensates feelings of intense insecurity
With bouts of arrogance
Founded in the juvenile feeling of
"Everyone *****! I'm the best!"
Which is only thinly veiling
"Why the **** do I continue to be a waste
Of oxygen and space? This is what my shoelaces
Are for. . .
"
But I don't want to be left hanging in the wind
Feet kicking off the chains of mortality
And accepting the un-existence
Of my destined oblivion

I am
A self-fulfilling prophecy
Written on the charred bones
Of civilizations grander than I could ever conceive
"He will grow until he doesn't
Live until he doesn't
Think until he doesn't
And when the stars are aligned
In the perfect triangle
He will exist as an entity
Until he doesn't"
I cannot escape this fate
But I can ease my mind from
The horrors of pre-destination
By being defiant
And every once in a while
Live even when I don't
Think and exist and grow
All while not doing any of them
I will do what cannot be done
Because my life deserves the illusion
Of control
610 · Oct 2013
O.M.G.
Jared Eli Oct 2013
Your face is lit up from the light on the screen
As you type on the only place you're ever seen
Press the control keys, make yourself jump
20 years crouching over gave your back a ****
You're following that woman with long flowing hair
High cheekbones, long ears, and she's going somewhere
You're led to a boat, though you've never been trained
To sail a three-masted beaut, it has been ingrained
For instructions are soon to pop before your eyes
With large flashing arrows hanging in the skies
You grasp at the rope and hoist up the anchor
And you turn to the woman to possibly thank her
She's there for a moment, but gone when you cough
The words in the air spell out: *She logged off
609 · Mar 2013
Kiera
Jared Eli Mar 2013
She lay there sleeping like a stone
Might sleep, were she just left alone
Attempts at peaceful slumber were
Foiled. And a cat would purr
To see her shoes left unattended
The Dreamland she was in was mended
When a lick delivered lightly
To her forehead woke her slightly
And with frustrated gesture
For her friends had all but messed her
From repose that she had wanted
All their actions left her daunted
She only wasnted for a snooze
Not a hamburger and *****
Just a rest for weary eyes
In the end, the bell ended her tries
It signalled end to tiresome day
So she got up and went on her way
608 · Sep 2013
Infatuated with her
Jared Eli Sep 2013
Hannah Baker was the girl
Gave her dress a little twirl
And when I called on her to play
Turns out Hannah passed away
13 Reasons Why
601 · Apr 2014
I am ignorant
Jared Eli Apr 2014
If there were salt crystals
To represent every single
Thing I didn't know,
And if I placed those crystals
In the sea
There would no longer be
Any oceans
And the marine life would die
The weather would
Change
All too suddenly
And the temperature would
Too
All life on Earth
Would most likely die
Because
Ignorance kills
599 · Jan 2013
Looking out the window
Jared Eli Jan 2013
I'm looking out the window, just to try to see you
Pass me by
What are you thinking
When you look away?
I thought I might hold tight to the
Memories of our past
But the wounds must be shut
I'm sewing them shut
Where are we now?
We're alone and apart
A form of living death
You stole the life from my heart
The breath from my lungs
And the pain multiplies
When you pretend
Not to see me
593 · Feb 2015
Untitled
Jared Eli Feb 2015
Diaz
Diaz was from Portugal, his first Bartholomew
In 1487, rounded Good Hope, bid adieu
For going on to India was for Da Gama's crew
King Manuel sent 13 ships with Diaz and Cabral
And April 22, 1500 claimed Brazil
Half the fleet, when on return, in Jones' locker laid
But the six remaining, spice-filled ships for the voyage paid

Da Gama**
Da Gama, he was Portuguese
For Indian Ocean trade
He sailed four ships, if you please
With Indian guidance for aid

1497 is when Vasco hit the sea
And sailing 'round the Cape of Good Hope, quickly found that he
Would require some assistance from a local native guide
Together crossing Arab sea and in Calicut ending ride
But though Da Gama and the Indians didn't hit it off
He still returned to Lisbon toting spices and their cloth
592 · Dec 2012
For He's Just a Boy
Jared Eli Dec 2012
"Ouch!" said the boy as the red started flowing
From the tip of his finger that through glove was showing
His finger found mouth, which ****** out the blood
Wrapping 'round digit and cloth and cold mud
He glanced side to side to see if they saw
But the people, like streets, would come out with the thaw
The redness still flowed and it dripped in the snow
The boy didn't care; he knew just where to go
He tugged at his pants and fixed his torn hat
His jacket surrounded like skin on stray cat
The footsteps he took were with strength and conviction
Like the master of dungeons in his favorite fiction
He went toward the beacon: The trashcan on fire
His savior would be there by bright, burning, pyre
He looked 'round the checkpoint, but failed to find
The man who would always give peace to the mind
Others were there; they were kin of his kin
The men with hair matted and open-scabbed skin
But the man who would help him, the man who had cared
His father, was absent, and the boy was now scared
His finger, still bleeding, was numb with the cold
The boy looked around for the man who would hold
A man saw the boy, and gave a half-hearted shout
Boy eagerly waited for man to come out
The little crowd parted, and his father appeared
He looked a bit different, maybe it was the beard?
Before it was long, like an overgrown lawn
Today he had **** whacked, and the face-rug was gone
The man looked at boy, at finger with red
He tutted and clasped a bare hand to his head
Man reached into pocket and pulled out a band-aid
Boy peeled his glove back to receive the hand-aid
The man covered cut and pulled the boy close
This hug was his medicine; the desired dose
The man took boy's hand and led him away
From the fire in trashcan; he said they couldn't stay
The man told the boy, "Guess what I've got?
I've got us a room! And we've both got a cot!"
Son looked to Father; he'd really come through
And they walked off in the light of the love beaming true
592 · Aug 2013
My life, a book
Jared Eli Aug 2013
One day I'll write a book and it'll be a comedy
The world will laugh, and I'll just cry 'cause it will be all about me
My autobio that I'll write may make the masses smile
But deep inside my ****** heart I'll be hurting all the while
What chuckles! And what laughs! As they read from year to year
About my killer migraines or about my secret fear
They'll list their favorite quotes as if they'll keep them in their head
To tell with knock-knock jokes to kids when the conversation's dead
Yes, I'll become immortal as I always wished I'd be
But immortality in jest just equates to misery
587 · May 2015
Not news to me
Jared Eli May 2015
It seems the worst of the waves are yet to come
The rough before the storm
As I sit in my newspaper boat, afloat
In a sea deep with regret
Waves topple, I tumble, boat falls asunder
Can I stay afloat?
Donning cap like Edmund, grab the ship debris
But it's not news to me
And the waves crash harder, deeper I go
'til my feet touch the bottom and I feel Peter
He's trying to go home, but this is not the way
I emerge and here I find, the best for last has stayed behind
And a wave of enormous proportions crashes down
I'm churned like a washing machine
Growing dizzy as the stains are erased
But I loved the stains; they made me who I was
The wave pops me out, and I see who I am
And it's not news to me
No, it's not news to me
587 · Nov 2013
Another riddle
Jared Eli Nov 2013
One could have a worse idol
However some are not so wise
Toy people, he says
Wound up and ignorant
Walking about and mucking up
The little, little images
The postage-stamp-motion-pictures
Don't they see?
Can't they see?
It must take a genius to walk about blindly
Which is why they all just stumble
But no matter; their staggering footfalls
Hold answers to which he must find questions
And the silly drunkards and incompetents
Ask the wrong questions for boring answers
Drown them all in the kin of Stradivarius
The singing quiets everything in the attic
That he may at last view the final stroke
Who is the poem about?
586 · Aug 2013
Devil in me
Jared Eli Aug 2013
You can trust the people
But not the devil inside them
And I know now
That he's there
In me

I say what I shouldn't
Forget what I shouldn't
Remember nothing
Of any sort
Of value

The devil inside me
Takes root
And I've shot all my resources
In the hand
That fed me
584 · Nov 2013
You are more than you know
Jared Eli Nov 2013
You are magic
You are cute
It's true, it's true

You are gorgeous
You are fine
It's true, it's true

You are infinite
You are pi
It's true, it's true
582 · Dec 2013
To you, because magic
Jared Eli Dec 2013
Every kiss
bite
Touch
Whisper
nibble
Glance
Eyebrow raising
Hug
Sends me into orbit
Gets me so high on happiness
It inflates my heart
And I fly into the clear blue sky
That is ecstasy
And I'm addicted
To the way you make me feel
580 · Apr 2013
We don't talk anymore
Jared Eli Apr 2013
And it's not because I don't communicate
But that's a starting point
It's not because I don't hear you
I can see what you post on facebook
Is it about me?
Is it about another man?
Who knows?
I wish you'd reply back once in a while
And maybe give me the courtesy of half a thought
Or just pick up the phone and give me a minute of your time
I've given you hours of mine
Let's talk sometime soon, okay?
Because we don't do that anymore
578 · Apr 2013
I just called to say hello
Jared Eli Apr 2013
I just called to say hello
(My original phrase was 'I love you')
I hear you're doing great
You went on a date
With a guy I know
So I think that's dandy
And I'm saying so
(We both know I don't mean it)
You're moving on
(I can barely rise in the morning)
And that's just exactly what you should do
(You should come back to me)
Maybe I'm going out too
(You are my only love)
And maybe I'm moving on
But nobody told you
Because they all got together
And decided not to
(I need you)
576 · Aug 2013
Vague Hope
Jared Eli Aug 2013
The Vague Hope is the substance that gets me through the day
That unassured thing that tells me, "Don't worry; it's okay"
It never tells me how the things that seem bad will be alright
So I cannot quite refute it, and with me it spends the night
It nestles in my heart and head, and I like child, hold it close
It's always perfectly designed to be a saving dose
It fills my heart, much like the feel of Love, both pure and true
But Vague Hope's non-transferable, so I can't give mine to you
All I can say is that you must request it from the world
And from the blackened heavens an answer might be hurled
Like a spear thrown from the hands of Romans into boars
Vague Hope may be presented to be kept; forever yours
Jared Eli Sep 2013
It's not that I'm trying
To be flashy
and show off
that I have a few dollars

It's not that I'm trying
to appear better
than anyone else
by not asking for favors

It's just that I hate
being in debt
to anyone
in any way
and I want people to know
That I don't give a **** about money
You don't owe me
anything
unless I casually remind you
But I generally won't

So stop trying to pay me back
please
on a totally unrelated note, I really need a job 'cause I only have three hundred to my name and Festivus and Christmas and people's birthdays are coming up so I'll end up being broke before New Year's (my favorite holiday, by the by)
Anybody know of any jobs that consist of basic physical manual labor and stuff? (jk xD )
Jared Eli Oct 2013
I want to be a blade
Held down to the grindstone
Enduring a long
And near endless
Pain
As I am ground away to nothing

I want the stone to tear at my body
Destroying all semblance
Of the life that once was
I want every bone broken
Every vein
Every artery
Every capillary
To be torn open
That the blood of my life might seep forth
Wetting the stone
Slicking it down
To more easily cut into me
And make my existence
Turn to the dust of stone
568 · Oct 2013
hating me again
Jared Eli Oct 2013
I am not an artist
Nor a house
Nor a saint
Nor the devil
Nor a god
Nor an author
Nor a good lover, advisor, role model or idol

I am what is left over after a large meal:
Soiled plates and napkins
And a steaming pile of ****
Jared Eli Nov 2013
Drops of rain like acid fall
Upon the stupid child
Whose head averted from the call
Of mother hears no sound

The drops continue, falling fast
Still stupid child sits
And the marks erosion made will last
The child's lit eyes fade
565 · Dec 2013
Untitled
Jared Eli Dec 2013
Sitting in my room
Drawing pentagrams
On the backs of
Index cards
In the slight hope
That the devil will
Appear
And that when he takes
My soul
He'll take my heart as well
To stop me from being
A stupid
Little
*****
Jared Eli Aug 2013
I wrote you a letter, but burned it
It had too much emotion inside
I had thought that perhaps you had earned it
But instead I just ran off to hide

The letter I wrote wasn't long
But the meaning was deep and extensive
To convey it, one might sing a song
That said, I feel apprehensive

Because what if the letter was obsolete
The message itself had grown little feet
Walked out of my head and right out the door
Tread into your home on your newly cleaned floor
And bowed down before you and said, "listen here!"
"I've got a big juicy to lay down in your ear!"
And you listened and listened and before half an hour
The message was with you and out of my power
But you didn't let on that you knew all that stuff
You hid the message away in your teddy bear's fluff
So now here I am with these black paper ashes
And you're sitting there, batting perfect eyelashes
Don't know if you know it, please tell if you do
'Cause the message I just burned was "I love you"
563 · Oct 2013
Kellie
Jared Eli Oct 2013
My friend Kellie makes me smile
She's amazing and hardly knows it while
Her boyfriend drains the life from her
Leaving her crying; his intentions were
To show how she made him feel
But whose hurt is worse, whose harm more real?
I can't judge but I can see
Her sitting disconsolate endlessly
And though she tries to to fake that she's well
She's not; her smile's a grimace and that I can tell
But I hate when she feels bad and I don't know what to do
Virtual giant squeeze hug: this one's for you
561 · Dec 2023
Memory, Memory
Jared Eli Dec 2023
There are moments when I don't think of you.
When I don't remember.
I am blissfully whisked along in the swirling eddies of forgetful fog.

Always when the fog clears, you are there.
Rather, you are not there and I remember.

I remember the way a silhouette remembers— the outline of the place you once were stands stark against the background that is.
I blend into the background and you pop as a silhouette.
Your figure cuts me, sharper than knives and deeper than the despair I feel at having lost you.
Can you lose something if you know where it is?

I spend so many moments thinking of where we used to be and remembering where we are now.
558 · Dec 2014
Untitled
Jared Eli Dec 2014
So you tell me it's getting tough again
And I tell you something like the same
And we talk and cry
Sob and curse
But nothing changes, not really
I want to be able to tell you
That sometime everything will be alright
Some time in the future, everything will be okay
But it's a fool's phrase
Spoken by fools for fools
And you are not a fool
All I can tell you with any sort of certainty
Is that everything will continue to be something
Until it doesn't anymore
You can take comfort in the fact
That your universe will remain unshattered by the unfathomable
Until such a time as it is
And even then, when your world is crumbling
And all sense no longer makes itself apparent
Even then you will not be able to conceive any of it
Your universe will be intact until it isn't
And when it no longer is
You will not know
And you can take comfort
If in nothing else
You can take comfort in the fact
That at this point in time
You know what misery has befallen you
You understand the why
And whether or not you are capable of fixing it
Is neither here nor there
Because what is important
Is that right now you have the words to describe everything
The good and the bad
So hold on to that
Hold on to your understanding
Hold onto your words
Hold on to your concepts and values
And thank the odds
That you have them
556 · Aug 2013
Mr. Wall, again
Jared Eli Aug 2013
Mr. Wall if I needed you ever, it's now
I've lost the want, the drive, the spark
Mr. Wall I just need you to please show me how
To avoid the inevitable; build Noah's Ark

Take me away from this drowning feeling
Mr. Wall take me somewhere that's warm
Steady my head, for my poor mind is reeling
Harbor me now from this storm

Mr. Wall, I'm afraid of what I might do
What I might, in bad judgement, decide
Mr. Wall keep me safe. Please! I beg you!
Grasp firmly and stand by my side

I feel myself slipping, Mr. Wall, my good friend
I need you to show me the way
To stop all these thoughts from achieving the end
Please Mr. Wall, let me stay.
554 · Apr 2013
I asked her to marry me
Jared Eli Apr 2013
I asked someone to marry me
And though I'd never say who
I don't even know what she does for a living
Or the exact shade of her eyes
'Twas part jest, and part stupidity
But it was funny at the time
I asked her, and who's to know what she thinks?
Dialing the police... "Officer I have a cyber-stalker"
This was a fairly bad idea
Maybe next time, I'll meet her first
And then propose
554 · Dec 2012
C'est la vie
Jared Eli Dec 2012
The man watered the roses, so the roses would look fine
The man tended his grapevines so he could make his wine
He watched his little children so they’d grow up alright
Then he went out kicking at the stool because he gave up the fight
His wife picked out a silky suit to let all the viewers see
That this man, her husband, had the taste well-known to royalty
She didn’t realize that no one cared what suit he wore
He was dead and to him suits meant nothing anymore
They put him in a vase and she put him on a shelf
She hurried to the bathroom to splash some water on herself
She hadn’t seen this coming, but it had been there all the while
Just waiting on the horizon until it composed the ashen pile
554 · Nov 2012
Drizzle to Dreams
Jared Eli Nov 2012
The rains came swift, no chance had I
To guard myself from cold
Yet whether water came from sky
Or earthen veins like gold,
A pulsing flow, a chilling stream
Denied me warmth to spite
And so I drifted into dream
Where at last I spent the night
549 · Jan 2014
Untitled
Jared Eli Jan 2014
Unapologetic actions
Like newspaper clippings
Litter my floor
As if to remind me
That things are written
By hands other than mine
My story has been set
By hands that existed
Long before my story was
Thought to be written
These hands have seen
So many stories
And some day my story will
Manifest
And its hands will craft and press
And ink and labor
The stories of others and others
Until the tally marks on the wall
Kept to count the stories I've pressed
Rival the clippings on the floor
549 · Feb 2015
Orion (10w)
Jared Eli Feb 2015
Every night, I ask Orion:
Watch over and protect her
539 · Jan 2014
Untitled
Jared Eli Jan 2014
I sat with my old friend William Bell
Who read from his newfound newspaper page
The mirror behind me reflected well
Despite the antiquity of its age
We both had sat down to settle our tea
The day before us was laden with work
For we in our wealth had some industry
And our supervising we could not shirk
The newspaper page he read so intent
That I was anxious to hear what he'd say
He glanced at me and murmured with head bent
"Our entire fortune has now gone away"
It was too much for my heart to handle
It simply stopped like a blown-out candle
When asked to tell a story about a picture from Victorian times, this is what I wrote
538 · Dec 2013
Society. . .
Jared Eli Dec 2013
You take things you don't understand
And smash the
Majesty
Awe
Beauty
Originality
Out of it
And crush it down
Into a little box
That fits into
Your description
Of acceptable
You
Are the death of art
536 · Aug 2013
She's alright
Jared Eli Aug 2013
She says that she's alright
Instinctively, I ask
"Promise?"
535 · Mar 2014
Untitled
Jared Eli Mar 2014
Hoodoo, Voodoo
Anything that you do
Think of what it will do
To your friends

Buildings, Guildlings
Masonic or class rings
Remember what the choice brings
When you choose

It's not so simple just to disconnect yourself
It's not about the way that you ***** yourself
There are so many things that go beyond your eyes
And the many things that remain are just disguised
535 · Jan 2014
Untitled
Jared Eli Jan 2014
Sometimes things get out of hand
And the world seems to crumble
Down, down into the ocean that is life
Deep, deep, dark and uncharted
Both distinct and plain
Like a highly embossed stationary
Blank for stretches
Bordered by fanciful gold
Just waiting to be written on
As life waits to be written
Like stationary
Not a forceful demand
Nor even a request in any way
Simply an existence
Of waiting
533 · May 2014
Ending sentences
Jared Eli May 2014
My life is filled with half-finished sentences
Letters I wish I'd written
Letters I wish I hadn't
Letters unfinished, like the sentences
And as the items stack up
Without the finality they require
They beg me to finish them
With a pleading nothing else can replicate
The pleading of a thousand voices
Never fully formed
And perhaps if I believed that
If I believed that everything I never finished
Were half-formed fetuses
Sitting in the basement
In jars of formaldehyde
Their tortured faces preserved
As their tiny imperceptible hands
Beat the glass perpetually
Perhaps if I believed that the rows and rows
Of jars were pleading with me to finish
It might be that I would
And the voices would slowly disappear
Until the basement was empty
And all of my sentences
Ended.
526 · Nov 2013
Let go and let's go
Jared Eli Nov 2013
Let free your internal conflicts
That the maze of misdirection
Direct you, miss, to amaze us
Silence your doubts, but only for a moment
For a differing of opinions
Will lead you further than the casual assent
So when life sweeps you off your feet
Hold the edge of your seat tightly
Because this plane is on a non-stop flight
To the plains of success
Where prosperity prospers
And despair falters
To know it is beaten
521 · Sep 2013
Betrayal of the heart
Jared Eli Sep 2013
The smiles we fake
The measures we take
To ensure that the others don't see
Though my heart will break
For you it will ache
For as always
It will betray me
519 · Jan 2014
Untitled
Jared Eli Jan 2014
It's one of those unmistakable feelings
Like something's been woken up, deep inside
Only something deep within potato peelings
Vastly changing within whom it might reside
Everybody deserves to have their taste
Maybe some can even drink forever
Every drop must be drunk and not turn to waste
Halting negative thoughts to return never!
And perhaps it's just my dreaming ways
Yet I feel this down deep in my heart
Like the Hopeful I am, I walk in rose haze
And hope that someday to close the distance we're apart
519 · Nov 2013
V
Jared Eli Nov 2013
V
The thirst for life
I shan't live vicariously until I drink too deep
Steeping my too-old mouth in the freshness that is new life
Life stolen from those too naive to notice
And too weak to resist
I am iron and I stand tall
Taking hold of intrigue birthed from the shadows
That engulf the bed I have made
Laced with the bodies of the ancestors of my land
Counted out precisely to divide infinitely
The length of my life
518 · Nov 2013
A thought for a cypher
Jared Eli Nov 2013
A dozen heads but add one more
Placed on the piano near the door
That in its presence sounds will fall
Gutenberg's chaos, pleasing all
My version of a riddle...
Any guesses?
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