Please welcome Jessie as my latest Guest Poet! You can read more of Jessie’s work here: https://redstringpapercuts.com/ If you would like to be a Guest Poet, please email your words to eyewillnotcry@hotmail.co.uk Cheers One Last Too Much Say your farewells, your good lucks, and goodbyes A chime of glasses kissing, arms wrapped in tight embrace […]
Spider web woven
Future already chosen
The inevitable bent
Chances broken
Connected by a rusted token
Of all you’re willing to relinquish. Continue reading “Dream Catcher – JG”
Neither porcelain nor plastic,
Neither precious nor phony,
This is the testimony,
Ghost written to any and all,
Who not only fail but fall,
Into patriarchal pitfalls
Of treating women like dolls. Continue reading “Misplaced Missives #215: Dolls”
Tears to sail away on…
Frozen by the frigid you left in your wake.
Tears I pretend never fell,
All because of you and for your sake. Continue reading “Of Water and Wishes – JG”
Breaking Down
The more I learn the less I wish to speak
Leaving the silence to be filled
With big business jingles and the smallest of talk
Thousands mingle with single minded density.
In proportion? An intense propensity to hibernate –
Simple desire – To be left alone.
Haven’t seen anything better than this pretty
Colorful, hollow plastic ‘good’:
plastic gods,
better neighborhoods,
fast cars, faster food,
No pain and no scars. Continue reading “Moonlit Musings – Entropy”
Joy isn’t a toy to be shared,
It’s a habit practiced daily,
Solitarily,
In private verily,
In public warily,
Don’t stand on ceremony.
Shown love doesn’t equal happiness only –
It’s matched with pain, jealousy, and suffering.
But happiness in one’s self?
Because of what’s inside
Drives given love
In a better direction.
Life in the little things.
Appreciation in the individual.
Jessie Gutierrez
Many like you strive
To have a heart of gold.
Weak and malleable,
But appealing to hold.
I’d prefer a heart of obsidian.
Honest about its blackest sin, Continue reading “Color Schemes – Not All That Glitters Is Gold – JG”
The flame in all of us
Fire as inspiration
Soul afire, burning strong
Creativity’s companion –
A mate, a match, a song
A brightest of bright blaze
Purifying grace
A beauty of impossible kindness
None could deny this;
All but extinguished,
Relinquished spark and
Forgotten art. Continue reading “Color Schemes – If I Must – JG”
Number unknown? That call won’t be answered.
Message left? Another voice I’ll never hear.
Email sent? One of hundreds, I fear. Continue reading “Contact – JG”
When the scent of burning logs and leaves,
And the bone deep chill of frigid winds,
Fade to far distant memories,
Of what used to be. Continue reading “Where The Snow Won’t Reach You – JG”
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