emotion – Jordyn Saelor

met you at your word

So I never spoke to the sea god again though I did journey through the water’s veil thrice more, once, blindly, to a raging ocean

Don’t take this world for granite, the villages say, but that stone’s sunk before, they’re stoopin’ low as bedrock for the fun. Down in the deep dark under the flower bed, we be pushing daisies ’til the creepers turn in lazy, then we stir up bones in the shadows of the oaks, torching our swordsContinue reading “a silly poem about minecraft”

to the sweetest end

I found a place to lie each night and never called it home, I found a place to eat each day and never called it

Horror as Coping

Is it possible for a phobia to give someone PTSD-like symptoms? Unfortunately, yes. Especially if that person is already autistic and highly sensitive to emotions lol. I’ll get into that more at the end of this post, I just needed a bit of context before I recommended some good horror stories and songs that’ve beenContinue reading “Horror as Coping”

religion

Preface this with, I process through poetry, second, I speak only for me, three, ugh I’m scared of being honest, maybe the time will never be right (fight flight fight) but I was a kid told I’d one day be just like my parents, a chain in generations clear through the afterlife and we’d allContinue reading “religion”

power structure

I’d never lived among people shorter than me. These brown people weren’t even that much shorter, just half a head or so but standing with my eyes above the people

Roses are overdone

so I thought, could I bring a fresh new twist to this metaphor of love and thorns? Could I bring attention to the roots, the leaves, the multitude of colors? Or have those also been overused to death? ~~ Hey, here’s a brainstorm idea: in ancient Asia and Europe, they bred roses to have moreContinue reading “Roses are overdone”

offer on the table

Here’s the offer: I swallow the bomb of my trauma and it keeps me silent unless I spew it. Mouth full of metal, peanut butter on the roof of my fridge, I won’t take the deal cuz I know you never had to bleed like the moon for a miracle, never wore so many scarsContinue reading “offer on the table”

go when you feel alone

Where do you go when you feel alone? I go to another page, spitballing ideas like something profound will come out of it. Nothing changes, you know that. Things change. Of course they do. They change so much that they tornado into cycles. Rinse, repeat, here we go again. But you’re rarely around for theContinue reading “go when you feel alone”

caricaur lore

The moon winked out. The silver glow to the water faded and the liquid arms suffocating