All posts by Jenn

Travel & Music, Art Enthusiast , Outdoor Adventurer, Poet, Aspiring Writer

Etched Deceit

Etched Deceit


Enticing words with mirrored lies…

Salacious sweets of devilish deceit…

Crossroads of burdens to either road…

Truths hold no bearing…

Logic has escaped the mind…

Choices may not be told but consequences will not be denied …

Imprinted to the heart,

Affixed to each word,

Conviction will scream & shout…

Integrity will demand to be heard…

Greener pastures dwindle brown,

Seasons renew to seize,

Death brings no mercy,

Tears of sorrow will forever sing,

As treacherous lies continues to ring,

The soulful bellows of saddness streams….

Alone

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Womans Face by Lizzie Bishop

 

Alone

 

Vast and void are my thoughts …

Lost in sorrow’s transgressions …

Hollowed hellos muffle soulful tears …

Hesitant smiles prick each cheek …

Solemn movements tread each step …

Sighs of anguished defeat …

Through the shackles of isolation …

Through the chastising of solitude’s exquisite desolation…

Alone I sit,

Whips of curses,

Lashes of inflicted strikes,

No one listens,

No one sees,

No one makes the effort to truly understand me,

Alone I sit,

Alone I cry,

Alone I seek crimson streaks…

After moments trapped in agony’s grasp,

Alone I stand on my own two feet….

 

 

 

 

 

 

Unspoken 

Characters of the Night Series
Marmol Negro by Fabian Perez




Unspoken


Murmurs of what once was life…

Trickling down each grain…

Deposits of old dunes; crafted with ease by the winds tides…

Images of memoirs depicted of life’s robust encounters…

My heart sits,

My soul shifts,

Tears bring the bellowing Drums of unforgotten words unsaid…

Reminiscing of moments once shared…

Regretting moments missed…

Relishing  the frustrated anger…

A broken heart brings knuckled white fist,

Beating each glass,

Taking each sip,

Letting Jack build confidence…

Hammering the table…

Proclaiming… “I don’t give a s***”…

Equal parts to blame,

Both fuel hurt with anger to mask our pain,

Two to tango,

Both to shame,

You’re just as guilty as I…

But while you’re free…

I’m still Shackled…

Hell bound to this linguistic torture…

of words unsaid…

Words misused…

Lost words of impeccable truths….

Blank to the Eye

 

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Hide & Seek by Lauri Blank

 

 

 

Blank to the Eye

 

With simple words, my heart lifts beyond your peering scope…

Beyond the horizon, lost in tranquil blues and pinks…your eyes fixated of the beautiful haze…

Peace knocks…but do you answer? Your cell rings and you fumble to hellos…

How am I different you ask over and over …

 

Let me break it down to the most basic of forms,

 

I live in each moment; relishing the delightful sweets and its bitter tonics,

I smile so brightly; the sun beams of envy,

I love with such intense passion; the moon can’t help but fervently covet every notion,

 

Embracing the soul’s sensuality; as it connects beyond cosmic pandemonium, luring the hearts desires,

Allowing the inner me to rift through the enticements of harmonic chaos…

Breathing life to the purest form of self-acceptance…

 

A reflection of me is that of a blank canvas…

Bleak…plain… with nothing of substance to the naked eye;

But if I let you look closely….

A magnificent masterpiece sits awaiting your peering wonderment,

Perfectly depicting hidden stories untold, Escapades of the heart’s content,

Captured in hues of glory, igniting the ember ruins of old pillared chambers,

Each with its own secrets whispered with each breath…

All yielded by the brush of Emotion’s stroke shifting in that of a blink…

Of course, this all comes with its own stipulation…

…That is if I choose to allow you to know the real me….

 

Closing the Chapter

 

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Picture Credit: Pinterest 

 

The eyes of the soul of the multitudes are unable to endure the vision of the divine. ~Plato

Where to begin… I thank the countless of messages sent to my site and my email & I assure you that I do have so much to say…those who know me best; know I’d rather sit in silence than to inflict my own negativity to those around me. So, the past couple of weeks; I chose to take that seat at the back of the room with little to no light. Trying not to ruffle any feathers or bring unwanted attention.

The truth is that; there are times in our lives that we just have to accept things for what they are. In that same token; it the same rule of thumb applies to people. The less I expect from people; the less likely I’d be let down. So, with this in mind; taking the bitter with the sweet does give life more substance.

I know, I like to discuss things which bring positive vibes…sharing those smiles… but in reality; there is a side of me that is ….detached, so to speak. The routine of life takes effect and I’ve mastered the routine with a smile. Internally, it can be the simplest thing to remind me how fragile a smile truly is.  Is is genuine? Is it meant with sincerity?

These are the questions that I ask myself these days. It’s a shame when you have to question the motives of those around you … but, what do we do? Sure we can shun them out…make them take a step away…close the door… but, what does that bring??

It will be the next wave of individuals who will undoubtedly let you down. So, what do we do about this cycle? Well, speaking for myself; I just refuse to allow anyone too close…Naturally, I don’t mean to be this way and I don’t want to …but it’s safer. Losing a friend of 8 years is tough. It felt like a separation from a spouse.

 

 

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Family Tree by Johannus Boots

 

People are like dirt. They can either nourish you and help you grow as a person or they can stunt your growth and make you wilt and die.

~ Plato

However, closing that chapter was greatly needed. You can’t help someone who does not want to help themselves. True friends will understand the word “no” and should make an effort to understand that is always given with sincerity. As grown individuals, we should be trying to help each other grow to be the best us.

So, after a long drawn out self-reflecting process; I’ve decided to only have those that bring the best of me out as friends.. the rest can fall into acquaintances mode…and in some cases; leap off that ledge of goodbye!

So… to all my lovely readers; I will begin to post daily again… maybe several times a day… I just need to find my muse… my inspiration again….And I assure you; I will catch up and read your blogs soon!! I’m excited about that part! I can’t help but feel like a kid in a cookie jar! 🙂

Selective Layers 

Blue Rabbit ll ~Lucy by Fabian Perez

Selective Layers 

Walking the walk

Shifting my talk

A devilish laugh I give

You think you know

Deciphering clues I’ve shown

Yet, you only learn what I choose to give

Unless your worthy

Unless my heart shifts

Just stop, your never gonna know this

Don’t sum me up

Don’t put me in a box

You’ll ever keep me trapped with that flimsy little lock

Candied Memories

Picture Supplier: Pinterest


Candied Memories


Cheeks speckle with a moistened graze,

I extend my hand out…to the sky, my palms raise.

A moments pause…do walk or do I haste?

Rustling leaves dance with a boisterous breeze…bringing those playful, candied memories.

To the sky my arms fly…stretched wide just like the Cardenal’s flight…

Twirling , splashing, my heart basking in your memory’s delight…

My soul cries every night…wishing for one more day to hold you tight…

To rock you slowly,

To kiss your brow,

To stroke your cheek,

To whisper how much you mean to me…

To see you grin the moment I begin,

To sing your sweet love song as I tuck you in…

But I do enjoy these day’s…

When the world seems to fade,

Your sweet hellos through the suns flowers ,

Your sweet kisses from the winds gentle trace…

My heart will continue to yearn for you until we meet in that special place….

 

 

Flowers by JennM

 

 

This poem is a bit personal for me… You see back in 2002; my little girl was taken home to heaven. I miss her dearly and it is only now , so many years later that I can say I enjoy the memories I have… This is in reference to a moment in time, when she was watching a cardinal outside the window…he was tip toeing along the grass. I took her outside and of course he flew…she looked up and raised her hands from her crawl … Seeing her on her knees reaching so high is always going to be engraved in my heart. The joy she expressed through her beautiful eyes…no words will ever do to describe the flutter a parents heart endures when they witness a vision of the purity of awe and wonder.

 

 

Droplets by JennM

 

 

It began to drizzle and she looked to her palms with eyes of wondrous exploration. Naturally I wanted to rush her in; but I sat there on the grass frozen. As the rain quickened , she laughed so beautifully. As I write this … I can hear her song imploding from within my heart. I can’t help but giggle myself. We sat there and we played…I knew we were on borrowed time and as her mother; I wanted to giver her everything …to see her smile, learn…grow. I never told anyone this memory. It was our moment… It is special. But something compelled me to share this evening. As you all know… I write according to what has moved my heart at the time… So, I leave you with a personal request….

 

 

“Remember to share love; invoke smiles; laugh with the joy of life but more importantly… Rest in the moment. They become the sweet ledger of a life beautifully lived ” JennM



Cardinal by JennM