#jr's poems

[colorfulbibliostack]

"distilling rage in a simmering pot; transforming salt and copper to citrus and cinnamon. checking and rechecking, loading and reloading. reading and rereading heavy-handed poetry with a crease between soft brows. like a mantra saying "i am better than you. you are nothing" yet still uncertain. you open a new tab to the same page closed moments before. you tell yourself that what you've heard must be true in this case, or at least it'd be better if it was."

"drinking sweet-spicy tea, pressing my tongue against the hot underbelly of the spoon; a punishment, reminder, warning. say it simply: obsession. even with recognition you're not certain you'll be able to push it away.

here cometh temptation--open the screen, find it again. see that little green dot screaming "SAY SOMETHING!" feel your soul screeching "FIND OUT!" struggle to listen to the quiet voice saying "this isn't good" and "don't indulge."

plan a murder you'll never execute. drunken stabbing, tears and guilt too genuine for any jury to deny. the disgust in yourself that's ever-present and never-noticed. nausea, a knot in your throat, the feeling of your shirt collar straining against the soft skin of your neck.

you knew something was wrong. you knew it was coming for a while, why do you act surprised? be honest--you missed it. you love it. the choking feeling, rising anticipation of that which cannot be stopped. you thrive on it. the misery feeds you, fuels your need to create as well as your deep desire to be the most interesting person in the room.

you fear the idea that anyone could be more intruiging than yourself, god forbid more intelligent. search photos for evidence to the contrary; find some and dismiss it. always uncertain, always threatened. you harden, bristle, express disdain in hidden ways.

remember days past, writing letters never meant to be sent on cold hardwood late at night or early in the morning. no distractions, no drugs, forced to sit with melancholy mind. red wine and cigarettes picked from dusty curbs to be smoked at your lowest points, accompanying your most dire pains with the swirl of cigarette smoke. aesthetisize that which claws at your throat.

again. again. again. you dont want it to happen again. why are you letting it happen again?

foolish. foolish. foolish. you feel so incredibly foolish. why do you indulge such foolishness?

how could you give another any part of you? any ability to do harm with knowledge gifted? with ease it could tear you apart."

-JR

[whendidmythoughtsgocrazy]

If hurting me does not hurt you, you don’t love me. You’re using me.

k.b // by jerry flowers jr

[perfectquote]

Even if I knew that tomorrow the world would still go to pieces, I would still plant my apple tree.

Martin Luther King Jr.

[peppermintquartz]

Alas, alas, who’s injured by my love?

~ The Canonization, John Donne

[notyourmusebby]

no rizz just brown sparkly loving eyes and a soft smile

[mediapen]

BITE THE HAND, PART ONE.

↳ CS55 ++ 'how to be a dog' by andrew kane ++ [x] // [x] // [x] // [x] // [x] // [x] // [x] // [x] // [x] // [x] // [x] // [x] // [x] // [x] // [x] // [x] // [x] // [x] // [x]

[stay-close]

There are better days ahead for those who have put bitter days behind.

Louis Martin JR

[thoughtkick]

Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.

H. Jackson Brown Jr., P.S. I Love You

[quotefeeling]

Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.

H. Jackson Brown Jr., P.S. I Love You

[rancid-jester]

Okay so this isnt really PROMPTED by the word sisyphean but its a vent poem i used on the same page of my zine as my icon sooo i HAVE to post it.

"I'M LIKE THE CAT IN THE INSPIRATIONAL POSTER. CLINGING TO THE BRANCH IT READS 'HANG IN THERE' I'M HANGING ON BY THE EDGE OF MY CLAWS AND I SLIP AND PULL MYSELF UP AND SLIP AGAIN IN AN ENDLESS CYCLE OF MISERY. SURVIVAL ITSELF IS A SISYPHEAN TASK. THINGS KEEP GOING WRONG BECAUSE I CLING TO THE WRONG PEOPLE. I PUT MYSELF AT THEIR MERCY BUT THEY HAVE NONE. I BREAK MY BONES TO PLEASE THEM. I TRAUMATIZE MYSELF BECAUSE THE MOMENTS RIGHT AFTER ARE SO NUMB THEY FEEL LIKE DEATH. I JUST WANT TO FEEL LIKE I'M ON THE PRECIPICE OF SOMETHING GREAT, SOMETHING HOLY, SOMETHING LIFE CHANGING (LIFE ENDING)"

Pick a word from the winners list and, if you are so inclined, reblog with a piece of poetry or prose prompted by that word.

(Here are the results of Round 1 , Round 2 , Round 3 , Round 4 , Round 5 , Round 6 , Round 7 , Round 8 , Round 9 & Round 10)

The next set of 10 rounds will start this time tomorrow.

[mj-thrush-gxn]

TW FOR GORE!!!

CW GORE!!

Cursed.

AND THATS THE POETRY PROJECT!!! I REALLY ENJOYED MAKING THIS EVEN TOUGH I CANT COLOR FOR THE LIFE OF ME BUT EH!!

I WROTE THE POEM MYSELF AND IDK IF I LIKE IT OR NOT BUT ITS FINE

IM GONNA WORK ON MY MUSIC PRJECT NOW!!

[colorfulbibliostack]

methhead

my best friend is on fire,

and i dont know

how to put her out.

she says

"they call it bubbles,"

and whenever she's out

she calls me up and tells me

how she used to be devout.

straight A student

lied to

choked,

she drinks too much

and cries on the floor

of the same public bathroom

where she blew bubbles

to feel better.

she holds it in and hopes

that crystal pops her lungs;

i'm advised to leave but

inexplicably i'm caught

walking miles at midnight

to help her cross the highway.

like an ox

hitched

to a burning wagon---

i'll try

to pull her along.

[whendidmythoughtsgocrazy]

They’ll have you feel like you’re asking for too much. Truth is, they can’t offer much. It’s like I’m expecting a fountain quality from a drain individual.

k.b // by jerry flowers jr

[perfectquote]

When you can't change the direction of the wind- adjust your sails.

H. Jackson Brown Jr.

[perfectfeelings]

In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.

Martin Luther King Jr.

[thehopefulquotes]

In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.

Martin Luther King Jr.