Hunched shoulders,
curved spine
and pain
carving down a line.
Eyes narrowed,
focus unclear
and tunnel vision
only seeing near.
Clipped words,
tilted tone,
and a flood of emotions
ending in alone.
Only stress
will not bow.
It is here
right now.
©2021 Jai Lynn
The sadness
streaming down my face.
The pain
throbbing through my cuts.
The anger
clawing in my chest.
I will leave it all here.
All the heartbreak.
All the longing.
All the bittnesss.
All.
Of.
It.
Until I am
“me”
again.
My words
will never
die.
My soul
will be here
long
after I am gone.
©2021 Jai Lynn
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Sad poetry,
sad poetry
comes to me at night.
Sad poetry,
sad poetry
is the easiest to write.
Sad poetry,
sad poetry
reads like a spell.
Sad poetry,
sad poetry
all the secrets it can tell.
©2021 Jai Lynn
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You know me.
When the wolves
are howling…
I’m taking
the blows.
When the world
is falling…
on my shoulders
it goes.
So why
are you
saying
I’m not
good
enough
When we both
know
in a duel
to the death
I would be
the only
one
left.
©2021 Jai Lynn
Life is not for the weak.
That much I have come to know.
It will pull you. It will push.
Life is hard. Living, though, makes it worth it.
It’s about the extra bit of cream you put in the coffee that was bitter from the start. It’s about the light hearted movie you watch instead of typing the report that night. It’s about taking a little time to sleep in even though the sun is glaring on your face. It’s about the friends and family that are there to hold you close when winter winds blow and bills demand attention and the work never seems to end.
If you need a break. You take a break. That’s it. In whatever shape or way you choose.
Life is not for the weak.
It will pull you. It will push. It will drag you down to the darkest depths of the ocean and bring you so high out of the atmosphere that breath is no longer an option.
But breathe you must. Because you are alive and therefore you are not weak.
You are strong.
So listen to yourself and when you need to breathe… take that break and breathe.
Otherwise
you
will
break……
©2021 Jai Lynn
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Red cardinal,
black feather,
storm clouds,
sunny weather.
Nerves of steel,
back straight.
They may laugh
but it’s too late.
Red cardinal,
black feather,
broken bones,
red strings sever.
Feelings high,
the rest low.
Queen’s don’t always
dress in gold.
Red cardinal,
black feather,
heart of ice
with a liquid center.
So many
broken bones…
and children laughing,
throwing stones.
Red cardinal,
black feather.
Lopsided crown
never looked better.
She’s too good
for this world.
Straightened rose glasses
from a vision once twirled.
Red cardinal,
black feather.
She decides
to be better.
©2021 Jai Lynn
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God
I fall
in love
so easily.
The curve
of a smile.
The timbre
of a voice.
The burst
of a laugh
from deep
in the soul.
Sometimes,
it is even as simple
as a glance.
One saved
just for me.
One that will
only
live and breathe
in that moment
that is already
gone…
So
many
choices,
and me,
with
no
chance.
©2021 Jai Lynn
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