Okay.. here you go.. a page of bad Jenn poetry.

Okay Guys.. Most of these were written at least a year ago.. I'll probably end up posting something new (or at least recent) in the end..but you will have to make due with this for now.

Little Minute Hands
I can't abide the tiny clocks
of you tick-ticking
and me tock-tocking
I'm so far away from me
And who are you?
In this timble tumble eternity
We're all soft shadows
hiding from each other
in our linear prisons of timeline
we're seemeless, but unraveling
Chiming when our hands hit twelve
tiny cogs of hearts crumbling again
Grandfather mantle, save me from your grace

Untouchable Orchards
Your the wind in the willows again.
out in the orchards I can't touch.
I heard you coming from breath's away.

eye's wet with emotion, another
dream or two splashing down that well
you told me you couldn't stay

There's too many smiles in your fingertips
again. forgotten all about sapphires and night
time skies. Thinking to much about
Daydreams and windowpane wishing.
We're nothing but little whispers now.
you in your leaf-time eternity. Myself stuck
in Memory and Dream

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I lit a candle inside my eyes for you tonight
for the you's and me's of this place
for all the little worlds between.
for all those little jack-knife visions
at three in the morning.
This caustic yarn is unraveling
faster than I can sew
and all these tiny rips turn
to canyons.
I hear the jingle-jangle of you
batting your lashes.
feel the in and out of your
footsteps in my heart.
Where did you learn to dance so cruel?
everywhere I touch you, you're broken
A tiny sliver of dust
in this sandstone eden
And I'm eve for you, Wearing
A fig leaf and a wreath of Mud in my hair
empty handed for you
this and my desert paradise

Nox-tide Warries Your secrets tasted like ashes again.
heart-home cinders you hoped you'd
never see again.

And the sun sets early in the valley.
Spring time was never this
bitter as a child
Wipe those tears away girl.
' You never did nothing but smile before.
Sometimes you sing before you think
and out loud that ash-time
sing song was never quite sweet.
Put away those memories. Those
toys are meant for children.
No more childhood in these secrets made of dust.
And all I want to hear again
is that little laugh of yours.
Dark in the springtime rain wasn't that
ebony before those secrets fell from
your eyes.
Sing me a song without tears girl
Casue this valley of yours is too cold

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That little clasp and cloak of your eyes
is too far away tonight.
I can't dream with you here.
with your breath on my cheek.
waiting for me to fall
so you can be the hero again.
Does it give you that rush
A knight in rusting armour
on a steed of self righteous contempt
you dont have to lie to me.
I know I taste bitter when you kiss me.
you'd take it all if you could.
but your to scared of your own shadow.
to look me in the eye.
you wont like what you see.
Im a mirror

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There's a sky between here and there
with things that dance when alone at nightfall.
Screams and dreams and peices, between those dusky words
of yours.
Lips lay down at your request.
Tremble when you speak of Dreaming again
That echo of your self is tasteless
And once again
and again
between the here and the now
between when you kissed and when you came.
I heard the drunken laugher of the night.
between the sheets where bodies
met and kept
where language resorts to sweat, and touch
and breath exhaled between us.
With those dreams between us
Between your fingers and my legs
Lips lay down at your request.
and tremble in the dark, when you, speak of me again

this was called crinkling in the corners..but now I call it.. This person is a assholesunofabitchbastard. That is all.

It turns out I was only lost.
in the this'n that's of you.
long blue smiles
crinkling in teh corners,
for eyes to feast.
there was never as second
that you were alone
and you knew you held me spellbound
my eyes to wide to speak
my lips to tight to dance
over the this N' thats of you
creaking yellow heartaches, was I,
when you walked from the room.
crinkling in the corners.
with a long blue smile.
and blinking wide.
I thought you might have seen me.
with those orbs of burnt seinna.
that held me captive.
and you knew then
that I was lost.
In the this N thats of you.
There I was, Saffron hair, wound round fingers
Crinkling in the corners
with a long blue smile
waiting for you.

Winter queen

Keep those secrets tight.
And watch these little theiving hands of mine.
I laugh when the shivers run down your eyes.
You never dreamt me like this before.
I'm hungry for that bitter taste again.
Licking my lips, anticipatory.
I would swallow you whole if you weren't in peices you know
Gentle and Round like smiles,
You still think your secrets are safe.
but you just dont know...
what's behind these lips
So you, You just keep on dreaming of spring
Keep laughing while the blossoms of your hands wither and fade.
Never knowing what a winter queen could taste like

Burnside

You're racing down the burnside again.
Too close to your heels for comfort.
A little trick-or-treat and your back,
Good as new.
Never feeling the flames down the back of your legs.
Too cold inside for tears.
How many times you gonna let this trip you up?
HOw many times you gonna let this get you down?
How long are you gonna race this wind?
You've never seen a fury like this before.
A fury like me.
Im tired, and tied, and I've tried for too long now.
to make you see this sleepwalking Rainbow.
But tyhere you go again,
Down this valley, where the sun sets too early.
With a ground too soft to run on.
and I would hold you forever,
If you could leave this burnside behind.

My name today is offense

everything I say offends.
Everything I think is wrong.
I burn what I touch. I speak in acid.

I'll break you to peices if you let me.
even if you dont...

I tear and rend. My world is tatters.

Keep your hands to yourself. eyes closed.
lips stitched together.

Im tired of breaking everything.
why is this world of mine so porcelien

A reality full of red velvet ropes and
cold Museum walls.

I'll breathe and you'll crumble.

Somebody break me instead.
' Show me that I'm wrong.

Break me instead.
I swear Im'm fragile inside
I swear.

untitled There's always a dream
locked inside of those eyes.
These eyes, her eyes, My eyes.
ALways a skip in my step.
The hem of his dress is
too hight tonight.
Too High every night.
But his eyes scream "harlot"
and "Let me be yours"

I'll let you be mine.
I'll wrap you up on me, Like there never was another.
One of those, one of her, one of them.
I am all that ever was.
And all there ever will be.
Does it make you sad?
Him sad
Them sad.
Alligater tears.
But there's always a dream
locked inside of those eyes.