Words With Friends
By Jean Roy
We had shared secret messages
through words with friends.
The I love you’s and I miss you’s
that remained fastened to our tongues
were created in an Android and iPhone app reality
that kept us both expressing how we felt
and fulfilling artificial actions
that our bodies were far too weary to advance in
with words like Everlasting, Complacency, and Adoration.
We shared sentence fragments and storylines
that consisted of jumbled up words
of future plans, of summer vacations and coffee shop mornings
with words like Caffeine, Oceanic, and leisure.
We shared idioms without speech
and love’s dialect without verbalizing it out loud.
We are two friends wanting to be more
joined by a surplus of vocabulary
but still with a lack of words.
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March 2012
Yes sir.
Cleansing Of The Mind
By Jean Roy
I had tried to find a method
to cleanse you away from my thoughts
almost hoping that I could somehow
power wash the dirt and grime
that you have left me with.
Like the grass and mud stains
my uniform would be beaten with
after each soccer practice,
I wish I could bleach out the fragmental memories
with the highest cycle of my washing machine,
but even Oxy powered cleaner could be no match
to how heavily stained and imprinted your influence
has become on me.
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February 2012
We had bonded over deviated septum’s, career goals and unemployed realities as we both sipped our far too snooty Starbucks coffees that we both knew we shouldn’t have splurged on.
…as I read and reread that you are happy with someone whose name does not begin with the same J and ends with the same ean as mine does. I try to scroll past all countenance of this joy that you have expressed so freely because I know that this notion will be the beginning of some of the worst days of my existence. While you are free loving another, I am bound and chained to the idea that maybe you and I will one day again be with each other.
are that they are often misinterpreted.
You cannot fully grasp the notion that is inside someone’s heart and head by reading the words that they have placed so sloppily on confined lcd ink blog posts.
I Guess…
By Jean Roy
Honesty is far easier to text
than it is to verbalize.
We type out the true emotions that we refuse to utter
so that the recipient of these soft crackled truths
could not notice the shakiness of our words
if ever spoken aloud.
You see <3’s and lol’s can never truly
leave the imprint of joy,
as with emoticons and backspaced words
can never grasp the true feeling of pain.
It’s far easier to text I miss you,
than it is for me to actually press send.
because the hours that come forth
between the reply and the waiting
leave me in an agony
far greater than knowing
that this is the second text sent this month
that you haven’t replied to.
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I should be sleeping but nothing is allowing me to do that.
Work,School and this deadline of having everything situated by the end of may is weighing its heavy hand on my life.
Your eyes hold the answers to all the questions I’ve been too afraid to speak out loud.
And hold me where the nightmares cannot find me.
Is that if you decide to love me any day after today, It wont ever be too late.
You have my heart, you have no idea how much of that simple fact I hate.
Because I’ve tried to get over you countless times but there is no fucking way.
That moment when I take off my pants and boxers and rub my thighs and balls is so fucking heavenly.
…do not match the comfort that is being in arm distance of the person who makes you smile.
I’d like to capture this moment of love in the mason jar of yesteryear before the spell that is the night, erases my inspirations as I dream a mundane fate.
Drugs
By Jean Roy
We confessed our true thoughts
without resulting in the use of narcotics
to stimulate a false sense of inhibited morality
that we had hoped would come
through slow dances and Ferris wheeled dilemmas
we had created for ourselves.
No depressant could match the hazy feeling
that holding hands and constant slow kisses
can generate between two close strangers.
For love is a drug far illicit
than any other substance that man made forces
could concoct in making the soul lose its constraints
for allowing another to break the barriers
that guard their crystalline organ of love.
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No school tomorrow. Work from 12:00 to 6:00
I hope everyone has a wonderful night and day tomorrow.
Stay beautiful everyone.
I love you.
Even though i’ve written so many poems about you, I know you will never truly grasp what it is that I feel for you.
There will be days where I wont eat. I’ll constantly stress about my finances. Work and school will be the only two things I’m going to have time for but I cannot wait until I get my living situation finalized. Getting slapped around and choked by my mother will be something I am looking forward to leaving in my past. I will be the success that everyone doubts and I will make sure to laugh at all the times she brought me down because I will not live my life like her; trying to be with a man who doesn’t love her, who treats her like shit, who is vindictive and being a person who tries to control everyone and everything around them. I will be everything she cannot ever be. I will be a decent human being.
