self awareness – Jordyn Saelor

Bad Apples/Puns

If you threw your phone across the room, well, that apple’s phlone, far from the tree, with its smelly feet, you know I gotta rhyme feet with feat and be proud of that feat

And you think this theater has crumbled

Pick a side, any side, we don’t care, we just like you mad, cuz mad people’s glares blind them in the mouth of fangs ready to chew up strangers like foolish prey.

I am a gentle creature. In truth I squirm at blood, real bones, I will help a dragonfly on the sidewalk out of the path of danger. But we might be in a violent mood today, Violent like comic sans’ chaos. Violent like antonyms, perfect rhymes. Come die at the curse of a mage, GoContinue reading “Murder Charades”

Hope of Coping

For so long, I survived, biding my time– saying I bottled up the bruises sounds cliché but clichés sometimes hold true. I was a glimmery glass bottle, like they say, I reflected sunlight, blinding outsiders from what I held, I carried on by a determination to carry this heavy heart to some higher mountain, someContinue reading “Hope of Coping”