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I


Careered  


            Along


                    The


                       Narrow


                               Roads


                                        I

              ­                            Never


                                           Considered

                          What


                                          I’m  


                                   Doing


                                              I

                                                   Just


                                                Considered

                                The


                         ­     Inertia


                               Of


                              The


                        ­      FALL




Inspired song

Free Falling
By Tom Petty 1989
BLT Webster’s Word of the day challenge
3-6– 25 Career
To career is to go at top speed, especially in a headlong manner
Ordinary          People
Do

Amazing.                            Things

Give ­                                              It  To

God.                                               See

What.                      Love

Brings
The hate
You Give
Is the hate
You shall
Receive
70 times
Seven

For
Give
This is what I call Word Art
it’s supposed to be an
Exclamation Point
 12h Jay Jelly
Rain
I see that girl every day on the street,

Always laughing and jumping on the beats.

But no one knows what lies behind,

That smile that never reaches her eyes.  



She wishes one day someone asks,

How she is, instead of their burden of daily tasks.  

That smile behind that mask,

Wait, that's not a smile I see.

Maybe the smile was always a task,

But no one cared what was underneath.  

Maybe because the girl was me.
A girl we all know
 12h Jay Jelly
Sophia
size zero jeans
flesh colored seams
plastic containers labeled Maybelline.
if beauty is what’s seen,
and so will i be,
a prisoner, shackled
to the glamour economy.
im tempted --
to dial your number,
to send that text,
to drive to yours,
to run into your arms.

im tempted.
because i miss you.
i miss your warmth,
your scent --
that cold vanilla
and lavender scent
that was yours,
and only yours.

but most of all
im tempted
to just cry.
crying over you
sounds like a waste of tears.
but it'll just 
have to do.
because for now,
its all i have.
and you're not here.

...and i don't think
you'll be coming
back.
okay this one, is one of my favourites that ive written, was super proud of her.
date wrote: 7/7
 12h Jay Jelly
Caits
some will draw lines in the sand
few will chisel out craters
many a line of chalk

and when the rest come
going about their day
They will have soil slipping out of their pockets
And rain following their wake

to pretend like nothing was there, anyways
in some houses no one,
presses, steams and irons,
clothes, the inevitable linen,
no more.

busy days we are pressing words,
hanging out for all to see,
to disagree.

a private place, a box, there
are some you will never see.

secrets.
You could never go
if you don't go
in blind.
You could never belong
in the woods
of darkness.
Soft tulips
never lose
their statue like grace.
I could never be the rose
as my thorns,
will pierce gentle of petals.
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