hope – Jordyn Saelor

Wishes beyond Sky

Let the sky fall on my head, down through the savage ravage page tattered battered stone age ragged flayed dogged rage–don’t take my quarrel

Can’t ever get warm inside, can’t it ever get me warm inside? I go feasting on dreams that fail to fill my belly, I go feasting on conversations and spinning discourses that only turn me dizzy, some people are more down for a debate than a decision; in this divide, there’s dreamers or there’s doers,Continue reading “Winterbound”

frag

The tips of my toes drown in the bathtub do you think hawks get lonely, when their main relationship is predator eats prey? a hawk, a pigeon, and a hummingbird flock into a bar my roommate’s getting on my nerves, taking out her day job on me if this book flops, what’ve I got toContinue reading “frag”

Instinct/for change

We carry an instinct in us to keep fighting. I don’t know if anyone else has seen recently the things the UK and Australia are implementing in regards to the internet, and which will soon be forced upon the U.S. and the European Union. If you are unaware, a multitude of sites will start/have startedContinue reading “Instinct/for change”

Fairy Dairy, Fairly Vicious

Fairy dairy, fairly vicious vegetations and blaze. Very scary, barely delicious dedications can’t phase me. So I will grow out of the enchanted golden grove where tiny goats on ladybug back roam, to one day tease my tongue over the spiny mountainsides of gumball earth wadding my yawning mouth. *** find my published novel atContinue reading “Fairy Dairy, Fairly Vicious”

Perfection-whism

Sometimes I feel I have to present my bestest self just for someone to take notice, and if nobody does I just gotta try harder. I just gotta cut sharper through the apathy, trickle a clever-er metaphor into someone’s heart like suddenly their veins will go “Oh, I understand.” But sometimes, I need to breakContinue reading “Perfection-whism”

mattress myth

my blanket is falling off the side of the world to a primordial quagmire in the dark. Titans roam beneath the bed, mystery and fire, memory and sight, but their shapes are too ancient for my eyes or my dreams tumbling to instinctual terror, the site of Tartarus, to parse. I cannot look and know,Continue reading “mattress myth”

Pi

I love you . To infinity and beyond, am I right? Like a circle ever going round, There is no end to our future. We could chase the sun set and rise, eat it like an orange and spill the glow between our teeth at midnight, a night light to remind this bed and starsContinue reading “Pi”

52 (4 years later)

It’s never so simple as a tower of cards crumbling like memories, good or bad divided by battle lines.

from one depressed poet to another

So many of my metaphors attempt to describe the ocean of sadness in me, as if to a neighboring world with no water. I am Earth; you are Mars;