beyond the edge these nights, i find myself with fingernails ripped from their beds crying as the screams of a desparate soul crawl up my bleeding throat left without fellow ears the care about each shrill and dying note i am found trying to reach the summit from the bottom of this sea vying to find that place i once knew from a younger memory but these broken bones i build are years that are yet to see me free lost beyond the edge, I play hide and seek in the back of my mind bouncing off of moments as they unravel only to rewind I replay the ballet of bullets and scars that I always seem to find wishing I could bury the shovel too, and leave everything behind #siftingthroughunposted #step#poem ©️mjj - April 29, 2018

fifth of december with crystal in hand, my senses were full entranced december swirled gracefully, her hands and hair danced like a snow-globe, frozen joys fell down the glass onto winter lands whose season might never pass birds smiled when they saw her, too nervous to sing like the month that she is, she's a beautiful thing her scent was like a walk through the wooded cold where the fresh snow falls and the pines never grow old her taste was of itself, like words left unrepeated memories behind my tongue, lay sad and deeply seated she warmed me and chilled me from the skin into the bone her whispery voice vowed aloud that i'll never be alone my teeth chattered and chuckled as my lips felt the sting what bliss in a kiss, now I'll not be sober 'til spring... #SiftingThroughUnposted ©️mjj - April 29, 2018

our lives on sunspots (written as a spiritual prequel of sorts to 'two and a universe') i only ever wanted to touch fire, to brush her cheek and let my fingertips catch like fresh wax'd candles that I might proceed to melt into a peace filled, dream-like pain that would braid itself purple and yellow... -we were lilacs and daisies preserved in a mock winter, laid to bed too soon but still tied together at the stems- -we were like sky and sea; drinking the infinity of each other's bodies- -we were pails of sweet peppermint breaths pulled from the wells of each others' lungs- or in a truth, we were caught in the relatively of distance and time, trying to sync to the others' frame of mind--trying to breathe under an ocean's breath like twin shipwrecks left grinning in the eternal stillness of deep blue, blue that held both their faces but only half as tight as they wished each others fingers and bones had while they were still at the mercy of their once bright minds. we were like sunspots on a darker star; their empty wishes; song and sounds that only echoed off the skin that lay a thousand feet above their ears. they were inches away from each other, lying on the bottom of the world, sunken and so in sync that they never knew they were still alive... that is to ponder too, that perhaps we too could be so close... i only ever wanted to touch fire, melt my skin on sunlight and know what it feels like to burn, to know what lumens taste like on the tongue, that we might live within those stories my mother once told of forests of flames that licked the now bare and charred lands, walk on the ember pathways carved through the mountainous flares and sleep with helium for our bed and hydrogen in our lungs. but alas, I live in a land without dawn or dusk on the horizon, a #life without noon on my nose or night on my back. i live #life on a sunspot that lies someplace on an even darker, burnt out star, and i still dream of touching fire, still wonder where you are... #imagery ©mjj - october 26, 2017

[untitled] i roam the grey skies; these concrete pathways on dirt where crumbs sell by the morsel and you can starve 'til it hurts where no one ever looks up and they've forgotten how to sing there, i walk amidst birds left unable to care for their own wings ©mjj - october 19, 2017