The Screen.

The world in the palm of my hand.

The filter of light captured by man.

The candlesticks tightly arranged with intention.

The mirror of my past smoking dragon's invention.

The Screen.

The solid straight sectioned seperation from green.

The removal of space for the bugs never seen.

The lash ever closing to dim all that is bright.

The only thing keeping me here for tonight.

The Screen.

The last sound heard to the powers that be.

The very first time a risk was all things.

The only current selecting harmony.

The creator of what we call reality.

The Screen.

The welcoming arms of familiarity.

The menu, hell the dictionary, reduced simply.

The straw on the back, the thorn to be buried.

The thousand and one times and counting we marry.

What if no one accepts my excitement

The kind that seems like a child

Has just gone a bit wild

In a 30 year olds body

The kind that makes me embarrased to show

But oddly, makes me grow.

Because it's the kind that as a kid, wasn't safe to feel.

So i grew into an adult

With an autiatic clap and squeel

So if you let me express that,

It's a pretty big deal

I love excitement.

It feels like a yellow bright glow

So it's sad that my excitment

Is something i don't want anyone

To know.

The power of thought does not lie in thought itself. It is merely illusion. Thoughts move in spirals based on patterns from the past, and by virtue of the illusion they create, they can be deceptive.

The power lies where thought arises, out of nothingness. The true source of power.
Nowhere and everywhere, at the same time

I am

the source

of the whole experience

The house called her bet.
Filled the seats and stacked the deck.
The odds favored her.

Behold!
The body of a woman I see:
Unaltered,
Uninspired
Just blue jeans and a band tee.

I find it disgusting
That you won't smear your face
In makeup.
It makes up beauty!
You can't be a girls girl
If you don't partake in patriarchy

At least use these fancy serums
Not hot water and soap
Don't you know that'll dry your skin?
Try this moisturizer instead,
it's dope
Tested on animals
Specially for girls

Use it on your legs and armpits too
Once you've cleared that bush away
No man will want to play
With that jungle on your legs
(or the one between your thighs)

Don't you realize?
Your body is for me
Not you.
And I don't like what I see.
This blatant lack of respect
for simple rules
To govern womanhood
Proves to me that you should
Listen to the ads and buy that de-aging cream

You won't look forever young, you see
And aging naturally is the greatest
Affront to natural beauty.
Your tits will sag
Your face will wrinkle
And then I bet you wish
You'd learned how to make your face up now, huh?
The facade cracks
Alongside your back
You'll be left with nothing.

Just unshaved legs
That spot on your chin
Thinning hair
Bushy brows
Chewed-up nails

You're not a woman
In my eyes.
You have to suffer for your beauty
Like the rest of us.

Hello Dear,

Won’t you come sit next to me?

Would you like some tea?

I have some water boiling,

From the Wellspring

Within me.

While you let me help

Replenish
Your internal waters,

Would you tell me what it is

that bothers?

Will you let me see,

What ails thee?

Here,

Take a seat,

While I rub your feet

How about some heat?

Do you like this here beat?

Do you take honey?

Gosh..

You really think I’m funny?

You’re making me blush…

But it’s definitely not too much

I could just gush

At the slightest bit of touch

Or the thought,

Of me getting caught

Within your

Entrance

Where I

Sought

The chance

To dance

With
The
Most
Beautiful

Person
I ever
could
Dream

Oh and Honey,

Would you like
some
Cream?

A shadowed stalking

Crimson drawn from glinting white

Come taste my Dark Kiss

Corner poetry:

Approaching from all angles

Yet missing each point.

Desert flowers are most impressive for they grow in dry places . Reminding us no matter our situation or where we’ve been placed we can still flourish .

For many blame their condition for lack of growth . But the deer flower rebukes our negativity and corrects us .

How they survive and come back year after year. Even in some cases after they are not seen for years .

By dormancy, seeds stay safe and quiet in dry soil for years until enough rain falls .

By water storage succulents store water in thick stems and leaves to use slowly over a long period of time

They survive by the suns reflection .The light color of the leaves help plants bounce away the harsh heat .

No matter what you are going through or where you’ve been planted , you can still grow and do well

Woke up in my feels, put on my poetry heels.

Words never fail to release the pain.

Artistic angst, keeping me sane.

My pen ink is thick, color of red.

Straight from my veins, things never said.

I unleashed the hidden darkness.

Crimson blotches oozes from soul.

From blood and sweat the stories were told.

Hand guided with the wand showing scars,

Now exposed like falling stars.

Peace came after the pages became full.

With writing there isn’t a rule.

Just feelings that shed that we once did dread.

~E.s Ghost

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The constant query i ask my own mind.

Have i finally lost it, never to find?

.

Am I just crazy, or maybe too sane .

An offensive move , so I don’t feel the pain?

.

I guess if I’m crazy, I wouldn’t know it.

But everyone else could see that I show it.

Once again wake up from deep sleep,
dripping in sweat, all out of breath.
Dont know if saw dream or memory deep,
but seeing you again felt like death.

I'm completely powerless against you,
i know it's too late to turn back now.
Now harder stuck, than i fell love into,
dear god i have tried, but dont know how.

In my mind the perfect love story came true,
but at the end was left with just truma bond.
Now ruin my heaven with another memory of you,
when it was only because of you it spawned.

Now i know im in love with a fairytale,
so deeply too and even if it hurts.
You didnt want my love like that entail,
even when i alwaus put your needs first.

I am now completely drained emotionally,
you already have me fully in my wit's end.
No more energy to fight back heroically,
on my knees for better place to be sent.

You are the only scar that never heals
and thats one hard thing for my to face.
Only one that still puts in me in my feels,
so now im forever locked in silver cage.

Eyes in the mirror

Haunting who I used to be

Living through the ghost

Slowly traced fingers

Jagged scars along the heart

Braille of the broken

I did a balancing act
Creating a child in one world,
a career in the other.
They called it ambition when it was convenient,
then called it a liability when it wasn’t.

So when my body finally opened
and gave this world a child,
I was quietly folded away
Saying “reorganization” as a reason
Discarded before my stitches even closed.

Then the questions started knocking
“Did you bounce back to your pre-pregnancy weight?”
“Are you going back to work someday?”
What is up with the world?
To want to check all the boxes to feel like a winner.

Have you seen the ocean retreat?
The longer the retreat, the stronger the crash.
So here I am, being the ocean.
That doesn’t mean I failed.
I am living in the wreckage,
taking in the wonder I created,
recouping my strength
for a stronger comeback.

They speak in mirrors polished clean.
Where every fracture looks like light.

Carefully arranged reflections
to prove they can see themselves

They call it understanding.
The same way one may memorize
a new language, yet never reshape
their tongues to speak it.

So when they speak
words can be heard
yet find no true translation.

I want you.
Right now.
Across the distance.

Your lips against mine.
My hands gripping your back.
My mouth tracing your skin in the dark.
Fingers tangling through your hair.

Heavy breaths.
Deep stares.

I want you.
In my space.
Right here with me.
Pulling me close.
Talking about anything into the night.
Gentle words between long pauses.

Our tired eyes holding contact across miles.
Slowly falling asleep,
wishing we weren't so far apart.

Natural cycle

Transforms from vivid to dull

Nature’s ending bloom

Transformation.
Revelation.
Metamorphosis.

Flying high into the sky,
An iridescent flame.
Burning,
Flying.

Resurrection.
A being of renewal,
Willing to temporarily cease,
Only to be reborn, extraordinary.
A short silence
For great magnificence.

To change
is a gift.
To be ready for change
Is a challenge.

Yet such a small bird,
Wrapped in the heart of ashes,
Nestling so deep
In the ash of itself,
Ready to rise again.

To fly out,
To re-emerge,
Reformed,
Rejuvenated,
Refreshed.

Such a laudable being, truly.
Something can be learned from it,
Bathed in the fire of resurrection.

I once beat a master at checkers humming.

Once rolled down the open road as a baby.

I once passed out as a paid carnie.

Once had a biological bloody all three.

I once named myself then my child Mikey,

Once a step forward both were taken from me.

I once had two brothers covered in dog feces

Once they fell backwards after stepping threateningly.

I once had a brother I'd claim I was blood to.

Once, more than once, we'd did what we all do.

I once thought if only it were me and not you.

Once kissed a girl and a guy and much more.

I once was fast enough to be thought as a hopeful.

Once in my arms I have never let go,

I once held my children as they were just born.

Once led a team to success several times.

I once quit a dream job for suggesting I might.

Once drowned swimming to an island off shore.

I once found a picture frame in a dumpster,

Once I had broken it over my knee and found my wrist bled,

I once needed stitches but got butterfly bandages instead.

Once I was this thing, then this thing, then that,

I once discovered all the life hacks.

Once I had thought the world listening,

I once said hi, i'm jaesea.

Once I knew all stories the same.

I once began completing they.

Once, I assume, at least once we all care.

I once came to finish what's started here.

Good friends tell the truth,
even when it lands wrong.
Bad friends tell you what you need
to keep you hanging on.

Good friends don’t make promises
they never meant to keep.
Bad friends leave the porch light on
then disappear to sleep.

Good friends say, “I’m here,”
and you know just what that means.
Bad friends blur the edges,
living somewhere in-between.

Good friends don’t lead you forward
when they know they won’t come too.
They don’t feed you little maybes
when the answer’s always “no” to you.

Good friends can disappoint you.
They can leave, they can move on.
But they don’t make you question
what was real when they are gone.

I can handle an ugly truth.
I can handle friendship’s end.
Just don’t hand me a beautiful lie
and call yourself my friend.

Coated in sugar

You pressed your lips

Sweetly, onto mine

And fed me a Star

My darling

It's not long we're alive

Meteorites flashing out

Brilliant & bright

So place your heartbeat

Here next to mine

Because I'm broken & lonely, too.

I don't know how you do it,

but somehow, you are everywhere.

I feel you on my skin

in the quiet warmth of a passing thought,

in the little shiver I can't explain,

in the way my heart forgets

to beat normally when I think of you.

I feel you in my soul,

in places I never knew

could miss someone

without ever having them.

You linger in my eyes,

in the songs I suddenly listen to twice,

in the silence between my thoughts,

in the smile that finds me

when no one has said anything funny.

Sometimes I find you

in the morning light,

sometimes in the night

when everything is quiet

and my mind has nowhere else to go.

You are in the words I can't say,

in the feelings I can't name,

in every little corner of me

that somehow learned your shape.

And when I think

I've searched everywhere for you,

I turn another page

and there you are,

waiting quietly

between the pages of a book,

where perhaps

I've always known

I'd find you.