Living Words

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“Where have you been?”
You may ask
Well…
I’ve been living in books my dear
I’m thousands of pages deep
Try to find me if you dare
I’ll hide if you seek

The written words of others
It’s where I can hide
And sleep
My rest has always been found
Between the pages of a book
Every free moment
Hiding in a dressing room at work
Or in bed at night
Before the darkness pulls me to sleep

I devour words
And to other worlds transcend
Then I mourn the loss of my consumption
Every story has an end.
-LM Jones

Silver Coin

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If only it were possible
To reach through a screen
Touch that moment
My soul was captured
Exposed
For a split second
Caught in a photo
And yell through time and space
Glare into those ocean-like eyes
Shake and slap
My own
Dream filled
Empty
Head
“You are destroying yourself!!”
Ah, but I knew then
Didn’t I?
Yes, and I know still…
I would do it again.
-LM Jones

Round and Round

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“What an interesting job I’ve chosen for myself,”
I think as I circle round and round
I HATE crowds
Yet here I am…in the mall
In the midst of the tide
As they roll by
“Miss America! My card for you!”
German yells to some cute little thing
Our mission…
To get women to stop
And try our outrageously expensive product
We are the hunter
They are our prey
I arch an eyebrow
As some snob stares with disdain
At my card
I know what she’s thinking
“Poor little kiosk worker,
You must make minimum wage.”
I resist the urge to tell her
“I’ve probably made more than your husband.”
My sales reach $1500
So I’ve made $500
In one day.
I hardly care though
In all honesty
This job is so draining
Twelve hour days
On my feet
Around and around
We’re so amusing to the employees at Apple
And Helzberg Diamonds
As we rush like rats in a cage
And all the emotional connections
That I must make
In a matter of moments
I know someone’s life story
And gain her trust
The best sales though,
Are the ones that end with a hug
She loves the product
And is happy with the price
Those are the sales
That help me sleep at night.
-LM Jones

A Creature of Flight

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And I was a creature of flight
Dancer in realms of air
Beloved of clouds and light
Silken feathers, golden and fair

And I was a creature both violent and free
Hurricane breath with tsunami eyes
Daughter of the tempest breeze
Rainbow phoenix in blazing skies

And I was a creature of the stars
Infinitesimal child of night
Pulled along the dust trails of Mars
For all was beautiful within my sight.

-LM Jones

Writer’s Block?

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Is the true test
Of a writer
In the midst
Of Barren thoughts?

Shall I press onward?
Produce lines?
Or will I simmer
And create something real?

I choose to wait
Only…
Let the fire and the thunder
Linger not far from me

Am I doomed to be
Living dust?
Empty?
Return! Chaos and spark!

I beg you…
Words
Flow true again
Vital, like blood and breath
-LM Jones

Heartlines

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How beautiful your flaws are to me
Lovely, the scars cleaved by time
I will line your mistakes with gold, my love
No need to hide
I adore your golden threads
As they illuminate
What once lay shattered
Taste and savor the perfection
Of every moment
Don’t dwell in what was
Give no thought to what will be
One breath to the next is all we have
Not even that is a promise
And so our mended brokenness
Shall brightly glow
Come darling
Etch your own line of gold
Into the ivory of my skin
Add your own song
To the chorus of my sin.

-LM Jones

That Stirring Night

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Nothing Gold Can Stay

You asked
“What are your thoughts”
As I was lying in the grass
I looked upon stars flying in the night
I didn’t answer
For my sacred thoughts are my own
I don’t give them freely
Besides
You’d never understand
The monster
Stirring inside of me
This restless rage
I hide from you
This desire
To be everywhere
Do everything
It oozes
Seeps
From green eyes
And ivory pores
As I watch the stars
I say nothing
As it requires all my strength
To rein myself in
And pack myself nicely inside
The box that better suits you
You won’t see me
You never do.
-LM Jones

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