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Feels Like No One

alone acting like someone else shadows empty
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started late
began again early
never thought bad ideas would hurt me
even though it always
blows up in my face
as a courtesy

what i wanted
is all i’ve ever cleaved to
designed for merit
only to inherit nothing

never should have been coy
should’ve taken what i wanted and left it
as is

as is i’m
running out of options
time is scarce again

i’ve never been a front for
something else
to take me
but lately it feels like
i’m running on
empty

and it feels like / SOMEONE ELSE
and it feels like //// NOBODY
and it feels like // NOBODY ELSE
and it feels like /// NOTHING

JD Jurado- It’s about acting like someone you’re not.

cleaved verb
often cited as an “auto-antonym,” a word which can mean its own opposite, because “cleave” can be used to mean both “to split apart” and “to stick together.” 

 

 

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ME

poems letters
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a
sound
resounds
this verb
reverbs
deserves
to rhyme
shatters
sublime
this thing
exists
explains
itself
it knows
to tell
to be
itself
brought
to being
to be
serene
this thing
believes
itself
a being
explains
itself
unto
itself
and sees
the end
as it
begin
a thing
to be
erased
repeats
deletes
accretes
believes
not me
not me
not me
not

 

 

 

JD Jurado- I was just going for something that felt complete by itself

ac-cretes  verb
grow by accumulation or coalescence. 

 

 

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Falling

club music
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dreary, and through the listless haze
of commotion,
in smoky showrooms
where all things beam
in voluptuous spotlights,
the delayed boom of deafening speakers
drowns out
bystanders and colleagues alike.
louder yet,
pounding between your eardrums,
wandering forward
towards another inviting smile:
old-fashioned
medicine taken by mouth.
the world appears as you do,
worse for wear,
where your eyes meet hers;
worse,
you meet her.
she needs a lighter,
you have a lighter.
it was meant to be.
small talk between the cracks
of the permissive wall of noise
between you.
only the important things permit,
and then she asks you
what happens next.

girl smoking cigarette
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you roam aimlessly
through gift shops and casinos
and dimly lit hallways,
empty and breathing,
when you find an oriental passage,
dimly lit,
furnished and ornate,
mellow and melancholy.

you let yourself be wrapped
in this atmosphere.
the slowest song paced leisurely along.
the song had no genre.
each tap of the xylophone
was an evocative note,
each pluck of the bass string was
another strand of the story.
the air hums solemnly beside.

closeup photo of liquor bottle against black background

“your drink, sir.”
that headache is gone now
and you’re slipping into something
a bit more comfortable.
no.
you’re falling into something.
your eyes meet hers again.
you don’t even know her name.
what happens next?

 

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Mistake

 

s
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storm is coming
you and i aren’t nothing
never were
never will be

i find you on periphery
prickly existence
never should have been a thing
correction need to be made to be
corrected
problem meant to be
solved

dancing fire
hidden eyes
galaxy fills entire skies
horizons clear and pillars perforate
oceanic void filled with mistakes

wings parted
serrated distance
every peak is teeth
delete me

 

 

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Empty

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i’m never going to live myself down
never going to be who i want
i always try to be everything i’m not
and anyone but me

how do i speak
when my words are as empty
as the things
i use to fill myself?

will i ever find a center?
will i ever be complete?
will i ever be a whole thing
or is that
all there is to it?

 

JD Jurado –

 

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Moods

 

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you really don’t want to know what happens
when this face comes off

you’re a real sunflower,
petals and all,
and i really want to know
how many of these are going to come off
before i do know

it’s magic in the air
and
it’s suffocating me

get too close
and i’ll make sure
you know what i mean

 

 

JD Jurado- Moods is about peeling back the layers of what a relationship means to someone. 

 

 

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Dragonfly

nature insect macro dragonfly
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EVERY PART OF ME
IS SCREAMING OUT LOUD

but it’s over now

dragon, you’re out of time
every minutiae bears clocks of crooked sameness
all the same time
all
fro
zen
so
lid

YOU KNOW WHAT COMES NEXT
DON’T YOU

things fucking things
all thrown over other lopsided things
bears no repetition
no sameness
no repetition
no sameness

BUT I’M BLEEDING
I’M BLEEDING

out over
no
thing
caught
in
the
links
al
ter
nat
ing
con
stant
ly

there’s so much space
in the faraway place
to plant the things
you want
to see
grow

but where are you

where are you

where are you

WHERE ARE YOU

AND WHY CAN’T YOU HEAR ME
CAN YOU SEE THIS
CAN YOU HEAR THIS
DOES THIS
NEED
TO BE
REPEATED
HOW
MANY
TIMES
DO I HAVE TO SAY IT
TWICE?
HOW MANY TIMES
DOES IT HAVE
TO BE
TWICE
HOW MANY TIMES
WILL I
STAND
ON
THE
EDGE

before it all gives way
and these things don’t shift
and these things don’t mix
and these things don’t grow

“you’re the one
playing with fire,
dragonfly”

young one
dumb one
thinking out loud

“it’s rain on your parade
when it’s sun
everyday”

fuck

barely aware when i’m awake
i’m barely there
when it’s okay
i feel like everything is in circles
until it’s not

monstrous thoughts cloud this contrived thing
and it splits apart
shatters
into a thousand
disparate parts
and then it restarts

it’s again until it’s not

chasing rainbows
in forest aglow
full of impossible things

but this dragon i’m chasing
hasn’t been through here
since i went
and clipped its wings

 

 
JD Jurado – Dragonfly is about the experience required for real change to take place and how sometimes everything has to be erased and starting over before you can move forward. 

mi-nu-ti-ae noun
the small, precise, or trivial details of something

 

 

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