HeyJareda sonnet for jane
I write poetry to make sense of being human. Feed me music, art, books, and doses of brutal honesty.
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my body / not my rules (opens the original)
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedyou are fifteen sat on a wooden stool your classmate has just had a seizure due to the tiny bolts of lightning inside a van der graaff generator there is a lot of commotion for the boy you feel light-headed and ask the tutor to excuse you for the bathroom irritated he calls you a time waster like your sister and tells you to stay put when the bell finally goes you stand in the doorway vision blurring you feel an ocean move i
looking for hope in the bottom of a teacup. (opens the original)
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedmen wearing t-shirts with slogans on the back do something weird to me. I watched a guy with XL Recordings on his back order a takeaway latte. I had to stop myself from following him down the street. like the time on the tube and the guy with Andromeda tattoo. I can be materialistic so I am told. but hey, I am the daughter of a narcissist. I can be an empath or I can be a mirror. so, which is it? if you
dream mobile (opens the original)
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedI plucked azure stars straight from your eyes their pointed tips sharp enough to slit the night sky I stole arterial petals that burst from your tongue leaving your words scattered and undone I clipped strands from the nape of your neck kindling for the fire of dreams unmet these fragments of you remain hanging from a mobile homemade with string I watch as they gently swing not close enough for touch just near enough for hop
can we close the complaint? (opens the original)
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedCan we close the complaint without a formal record? So, who do I record this with? I just sold my home to a couple who have everything they would ever need as I silently bleed into a tampon and a pad for 14 days flat; the anaemia has got the better of me and the whole situation has brought me to my knees. The NHS: we can’t knock it, but what about if they ignore your symptoms for months on end because they don’t know how to
pinned to the mattress (opens the original)
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedlying in bed pinned to the mattress by my own thoughts I’d licked the lead on the church window to get your attention stained glass cast yellow across my eyes irises rolled to heaven without a closing curtain was I naked? I’d asked around my neighbour said politely stay away from my property I thought she’d make a great surrogate witness she whistled leaving footprints of water before the altar in darkness candles flickered
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