Lonely Girl

midnight in a blue world
in the highest glass castle 
far beyond the rabble
wind drowns out the battles
we fight between our headphones 

piece by piece
ashes drip
embers wisp to endlessness

cigarette pressed to trembling lips
moonlight diamonds 
chain link fists
howling traffic 
halfhearted kisses

makes me pine for neon bugs 
far below
on the road is where this heart yearns to be
but i’ve wasted all my wishes
on empty days
and better things 

3AM is when the city sleeps
and i can breathe


the clouds are gone
finally
stars above
i’ll never reach

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I’m Defected

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impetus precedes me
encumbered by the lashings;
i’ve been acquitted
but so too have i been paltry

i’m off me
talking of things far beyond me
so far off
i’m osprey
skimming water for the bodies

offering:
my personality—advent calendar
novelty set me free
(probably)
logically
i’m listerine in your third eye
dimethyltryptamine
the lifeline you allotted me
now you’re on my time
you little skunk
give me the crystals
or your battleship is sunk

call me dubya bae yeets
can’t defeat me
clowning on dowry is a hobby
deflowers dumb brain
with ease of a train wreck
splits heads
slithers in
so as to sever this nape
vapes rings
says things that make it onto pinterest

i’m defected
embedded with selfish
i keep at ebb
and flow over headless
i keep my age on
and pine for the magic
had it
tragic
people call that aesthetic

jd jurado-I’m defected is about doing things to attract attention and interest instead of doing what you want.

im·pe·tus  \ ˈim-pə-təs
noun

(1): a driving force : impulse
(2): incentive, stimulus
 stimulation or encouragement resulting in increased activity
2: the property possessed by a moving body in virtue of its mass and its motion —used of bodies moving suddenly or violently to indicate the origin and intensity of the motion

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I’ll Cleanse the Bastard’s Curse

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you got a bitch
fishing their pockets
for quarters

look over your shoulders
next time you come through here…
it won’t be safe

don’t panic
when you see them file in
keep eye contact
and whatever you do
don’t flinch
move towards
the nearest exit
in a timely fashion
and don’t wait
for someone
to say
something

i heard the sky is scheduled
for routine maintenance soon
and that means
lights out
until sunday

another from our little bird:
nobody knows which came first
but chickens were a mistake

don’t worry about
walking on eggshells
that’s just how it is here

any second and it’s lights out
where we are now
is lost foundation
based on circumstantial hearsay
we waived the right
to remain consistent
if only someone
would have listened

jd jurado-This poem is about everyday uncertainty.

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Foxtrot

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girl alone together boy
nothing
as good as
being enjoyed

has no qualms
exhumes his palms
unwieldy and thinly-veiled
knows who
he isn’t

burning
is not a sensation
i am familiar with

not at all

she breathes smoke
with the temperance of a dragon
and she has no eyes
behind her breathing eyelids

all she has is touch
and she can feel nothing

playful souls
smoldering wistfully away
burns without passion
overrated
no flames

jd-jurado Foxtrot is a poem about lust without love

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Empath Fatigue

fairy fake empathy
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i got what i wanted
now i wish i didn’t have it
raised to be rotten
risqué mister maverick

opaque sadist
samey when sedated
taken with the lumps
inside of gilded cages

quick and painless
prairie dog princess
aegis was a fake
so all your bark is forfeit

torque spit
cork it
make a body worthless
fork it over
so i can snap its halo

lay low
ankle biters stick to pay-phones
stake more
hate me
i’ll blow up if you say so

jd-jurado – Empath Fatigue is about someone pretending to have empathy for other people

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Phantom

clear close up cold cool
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boy, it’s easy
to be a problem
to be a thorn in your side
i’m a ghost
never had to be a fight
only had to be
right there

i can feel hearts on fire
because your chest
is unbelievably warm

i’m myself when allotted permissions
and i pine for nothing
when i heel for bliss
angst is not a feeling i’m familiar with
at all

slow burn
hurts my mind
drags me inside new shell
fashion husk
dangerous
lick of ice
melting through my fingertips

i sleep in nails
and fuck myself
when i can’t be bothered to
be a kid

i just want you to know who i am
because i want
scars
tearing
down
your
cheeks

 

JD Jurado -Phantom is about chasing familiar sensations, trying to feel things you’ve felt before.

 

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Chronos, the girl

milky way at night
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into and out of

time, with neither sense nor discretion

lost in the flaps and the folds

where wrinkles ignite like coal

coalesce like moths when they find things

like white lights or brilliant lightning

jeweled like snow or glimmering gold

follows bright stars to lead them back home

without cardinal direction

deformed in arcane dimensions

searching for something beyond

someplace she did not belong

 

from spaceless black

a crack of light appears

and through its aperture, a voice is heard

having endured oblivion

once before

this voyager asks for a girl

fingers stretched towards sparkling fissure

eyes wide and spotlessly shimmer

cracks contort like thunder bolts

distorts then disappears

alone

 

co-a-lesce
verb: come together to form one  mass or whole.

JD – Chronos, the girl, is about a time traveler who gets lost.

 

 

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Sleeping Inside The Angel

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again

winding buildings
fold and rest
in a forest of splintered neon trails
wrapped and coiled in
arbitrary collections

phantoms cast shadows
underneath the glow of smoldering white windows
the monolithic eyes of gnarled hands
pluck their attention
with deliberate purpose

wading through concrete jungles
garbage roads
through this waterfall of noise
rivers of shambling no-names
all gathered in curious clusters
scraping beside
bamboo lead pipes

screens reflecting fantasies
vision girls brushing their fingertips on one-way mirrors
the blackest nights
punctuated by digital glasses
all looking in
and over
and running over
every inch
of skin

around dark circles
and darker passages
underneath lime-tinted moons
between pillars shooting into starless skies
conversations between voices
without strangers attached
to them

moods
pressed into quivering palms
and kissed
with palpitating lips
looking at horizons located beneath
grids

empty rooms
and lonely people
plugged into happy moments
and crying

JD – This poem is about a nightmare about the future. 

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Center Nowhere

afterglow avian backlit birds
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 it’s chills when i get close but
it’s nowhere to be found,
when i brush that bad word
i stop myself from
jotting down it

 some things are meant to be forgotten

 i’m really not
articulating that very well

on purpose?

 do you hear lightning before or after it strikes?

 how does that bitch know when a quake is coming?

my hands get really cold sometimes
and i get really gangrene sometimes
and i say the wrong things sometimes
because it’s the same thing
i find
that you face
over and over
looking at the same thing
over and over
before it makes sense

when it does
tell me where its meaning went

 

JD- Center Nowhere is about not knowing if you love someone or not. 

 

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Black

This  poem was inspired by nightmares.

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dreams slow
blurry
distorted
amorphous black

celestial hands
rupture this fragile firmament
our pale sky leaks
nefarious black

first crack
thunder
a thousand bleeding pinhole eyes
puncture this flimsy veil
each streaks mill
lambent yellow
drowns the ants below

moon drops
second crack
dome shatters-
after this exists none

yet every direction is unlocked
every detail tickles

a garden of tongues
caress this violated crown
laps its meridian
mangles its meaningless fangs
in the fickle fabric
then tears it all away

inside shrink the diminutive soul
that folds into infinity
and eats itself whole

fir-ma-ment
noun the heavens or the sky, especially when regarded as a tangible thing.

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