self-reflection – Jordyn Saelor

Yuh (slang for you)

If you’re young enough to know what’s hip these days, you know saying hip probs ain’t it, that was like ten years ago, kids these days say

Seedlings (or, short random poems)

Scales of green bark flake from the oaks exposing fraying hair follicles. — Winter–the earth’s season of self-care and haircuts. — diagram the cytoplasm around the golgi’s chasms, what does that thing do again? — clumsy as a giant, I dye a gram of petunia seeds pink, train them to sprout under stars — weContinue reading “Seedlings (or, short random poems)”

I wrote the first 2 lines, an AI wrote the rest

Can I ask you a question how’d you like your insurrection? (Intro) The table is empty. The chairs are empty. The air conditioner is off. No one was in the room during the test, of course. The only thing that had changed was the angle. We started with an uninspiring skybox. An uninspiring box. ThatContinue reading “I wrote the first 2 lines, an AI wrote the rest”

What I Would Tell Myself back on those dark nights

(Yes, this poem deals with suicide. I’ve been around some things recently that are relevant to the topic, and sometimes I see responses from people who are clearly trying to help but maybe don’t know how. I am also not an expert on how to respond in the best way, and I didn’t want toContinue reading “What I Would Tell Myself back on those dark nights”

So it Goes/Ambitious Wishes

So it goes, comes midnight, then a lie take a bird out wink an eye if you wish then you’re a waster of the time left in your life, if you wish you’re wishy-washy not a worker got no will. — I’ll take midnight by surprise light a fire burn her guise steal the wingsContinue reading “So it Goes/Ambitious Wishes”

Something way Bigger

I wanna be part of something way bigger bigger than the sky longer than the night spreading faster than the light. — I wanna expel fear that keeps me from talking ’bout how I feel, I wanna rise broader than mountain ranges, deeper than the sea, and I wanna grow softer than baby sages, sharperContinue reading “Something way Bigger”

Haunted or Wanted?

I spotted a shadow all alone to my eyes, dancing in the suburb street. The shadow’s ears and tail flicked toward me and, startled, I hurried home, but when I got there the shadow hadn’t moved from the asphalt dance floor. I didn’t go back and ask what the shadow was waltzing for, I wentContinue reading “Haunted or Wanted?”

Seas, or Suburbs

curtains wide, all night, strangers across the street see the lamp signs: still here

Salad Spinner of Sadness

Picture a feeling of sadness. Now get your metaphors mixed up, stick your feelings in a salad spinner, spinning round and round button bobbing up and down laughter lettuce cleansing cabbage wasted water. Picture a feeling of sadness, a painting hung up on the wall oozing moisture and mold when you go to bed, theContinue reading “Salad Spinner of Sadness”

One of my favorite quotes

“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed” -Ernest Hemingway* In a more modern sense, I suppose for this poem I will sit down at my keyboard and bleed:) (and if you enjoy this post, I will always appreciate a pizza) *** Hydrogen peroxide graciously gets outContinue reading “One of my favorite quotes”