i wanted to create something that said, "there you are, i've been looking for you."
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@jenpersici
i wanted to create something that said, "there you are, i've been looking for you."
rearrange my mind so there'd be room for you to stay and underneath the furniture you find little bits of paper and paint stains, i never truly finish cleaning up after myself and sometimes never finish projects at all. untidy leavings. or half leavings or the "i'll come back to you" but by the time i come back i am different and hoping you won't notice how my hands now shake and my limbs want to curl up in a ball. "i like your half finished thoughts all strewn about" you say, and i nod and pray you still like them when they aren't neatly tucked away, but stacked high up on every surface and overflowing out the windows— "what if i go completely mad? what then?" i say, and your laugh fills your belly and you tuck a flower in my matted hair with care and say, "i will stay."
There was this little moment when i was watching the pink water circle the drain where i looked up and apologized and you smiled so easily and said— "dont worry, your blood doesn't bother me"
There was this little moment where i felt pain in our connection for the briefest moment and i thought you said "it should have been you" like we should have been braver but i must have been mistaken— you didn't say that did you?
There was this little moment where i felt you staring at the place where my hips and thighs meet where you sighed like you wanted me, and again when i was sitting at the edge of your bed swinging my little feet— sighing like you can't believe I'm within reach
There was this little moment when we were kissing in your car with the foggy windows and just feeling your bodys warmth and you said into my mouth "meant to be" and i said nothing because i thought i was dreaming
There was this little moment when you asked me "are you my girl" and i said "yes" so calmly, like our hearts weren't clawing out of our chests to get to each other
There was this little moment when you were laying your head on my chest and i was running my fingers through your hair and up and down your spine, and your easy laughter was warming all the parts of me that grew up cold and i thought "oh, this is why people show themselves. This moment is enough"
There was this moment. Where you told me "i love you" and i breathed "i love you too" . There was this moment where i felt brave and said "say it again" and you took a breath and said "if i could go back, I'd marry you and we would have children together"
there's a mess and fuss to me. i am trailing padfoot, forest, bramble spine— something that leaves your hands cut and cold in time. try as i might to be anything else, i am cedar ash and the translucent veins of a leaf left out in the rain— untouched for so long that she's lovely again. you tell me you'd paint me in misty lilac but that's too much color for me. i am the grey that doesn't wash away come spring, just this eerie unlifting needful thing— a haze you can't breathe away, all fawn tousled and flushed looking at light. you say i am fresh grape, i say yes the bitter skin. you play with the pulp and paint me in color again. my eyes adjust to your extra brightness. you speak my mother tongue but i've grown fluent in submission, fawning so long i am just deer carcass
there's a mess and fuss to me. i am trailing padfoot, forest, bramble spine— something that leaves your hands cut and cold in time. try as i might to be anything else, i am cedar ash and the translucent veins of a leaf left out in the rain— untouched for so long that she's lovely again. you tell me you'd paint me in misty lilac but that's too much color for me. i am the grey that doesn't wash away come spring, just this eerie unlifting needful thing— a haze you can't breathe away, all fawn tousled and flushed looking at light. you say i am fresh grape, i say yes the bitter skin. you play with the pulp and paint me in color again. my eyes adjust to your extra brightness. you speak my mother tongue but i've grown fluent in submission, fawning so long i am just deer carcass
A poem from my book, Flock of Starlings 🖤
I found a tiny emerald insect that looks like a leaflet. It survives on blackberry brambles and little dew drops warmed by the sunset. Maybe this can be me in my next life, if I repent enough. Maybe I don't need love, thorn is enough. Made a cup of tea, because I need the company. The type of lonely that seeps into dreams. Unescapable. unfavorable. I laugh like I'm laid back— but I can lean forward real quick— quick to say "what did you say— say that again for me— what did you mean by it" like did you know I am my father's karma and after he lay with his bones on the bed— the room reaking of sick— I placed on his cold hands an emerald insect that looked like a leaflet. He smiled and said, "You win this round, my love. Maybe in the next life thorn is enough."
My book is available now on amazon!
i swallow a bee each time i think of you, i am a hive walking
some of the work I've created this year 🤍
They tell me, "You dodged a Bullet"
Did i? That shit hit me center of chest and dropped me. It's shocking — being this walking tower that keeps falling falling
What would you like someone to read to you if you could choose? : 3
This is such a sweet question.
I want to read @jenpersici 's debut book when it comes out. So, I'd love having someone sitting on the edge of the tub reading her poetry to me.
This made me cry 🥺
Cupids got me in a chokehold 🤍
creating fine art nude portrait photography + poetry
i asked if he tried praying about it and he shook his head and sighed "i'm in a fight with God."
creating fine art nude portrait photography + poetry
I weep like the willow
Everyone is crippled
by some form of a need
To be right about some thought some thing
Your loyalty to fear, leave it behind
Leave it with them in time
They need it more than you
your blood is rich, your love is too
worrying is the poor man's currency
don't mind the outcome and you become free
pull from source, be the mouth,
unclasp the hands of worry
you'll open like the petals of a flower
It's not failure you fear but power
I am the torch in the night
Follow me home follow the light
When you come to wake
Youll notice a spike
In others wanting to take
In darkness in pressure
Its a hell of a bluff, don't fold
It takes high heat to refine gold
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He told me heroine felt like
A line of colorful russian nesting dolls
Each filled with rattling emotion
About to topple over from it demanding to be felt
And in one fell swoop each doll turning to stone
falling down, shattering like porcelain
And with it each feeling, thought, and sin
I asked "am i one of the dolls that is broken for you?"
And he shook and said "you're the god that stone dolls pray to"
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