Live Poets Society

11/07/2025

You are a granite butterfly
Drifting in the meadow
Your wings beat heavy
Your body levies
A weight you do not know
The flower’s fare
This weight, they bear
A price they’d gladly spare
And as you leave
To their reprieve
Such life left worn from wear
The flower stays
Still bent from days
Of waiting with despair
And though so pined
It’s stem refined
It waits for weight so fair

09/16/2021

How can you steal of my thoughts still
My heart is rapped with loneliness
my mind mulls wonders, wanting will
My soul it longs for wholeness
These days and weeks I’ve tried and trialed
Seething, joyous bouts, and breathing
Questions unfulfilled
I’ve lost myself in losing you
Long lingered on the past
Oh How our lives diverged with time
And how love didn’t last
Letting go of all I know
it has me ever vexed
You were the granite butterfly
that had me honed and hexed
And such it pains and thus sustains
my weary war torn thoughts
That I should leave and you should grieve such that it’s all for nought
I do not wish to change the past
or revel in misdeeds
All I hope is I can cope
with love and pain and greed

01/14/2015

one day I stopped writing,
one day I set down my favorite pencil
and lost it between the calendar days
it has been two cycles around the sun since
my mind really moved with gears itching to push forward and write
write something, anything, hopeful I write
something that is so covered in my tree roots
you’d trip over each line many times
before the easy breeze of the final sentence
lifted you off twisted feet
and safely placed you in my graphite etched world
one day I stopped writing
my bones in my little hands rusting from remaining too long in water
clawing my way out over depressions ocean to breathe
I forgot that the ocean was just a metaphor
and I could erase it at any minute but my pencil
rolled off my desk and skipped in between 2012 and 2014; now
here I am, using tweezers as I peruse between each year
searching for this seemingly insignificant artifact from so long ago
—-I found it right where it was meant to be
here, right here, it was always here
unconditionally waiting for me to pick it up
and write
again
(Greeting Old Friends mw.)

12/14/2014

Today is both the beginning and end,
and maybe that’s why I need to cry
I won’t let it be because of a boy again
Today it’s because within falling tears
Little oceans of who I once was roll down my face
out of dark chocolate eyes
Maybe that's why I need to cry
Because when these wet kisses touch my cheeks some will evaporate
With all this self hatred becoming molecules in the wind
and some seep back through broken skin
I will take back all the precipitate of what I love in me
Because right now I need to cry, really hard to remember
that I am made of beautiful pieces of stardust and sky,
I am captivating because I am daughter of the universe
There are solar systems riding roller coasters inside of me
I am a architect of the human experience
There is a seed inside of me growing with no maximum capacity
And with it’s branches I will reach heights men only dream because today
Today it’s okay to cry really hard, so I remember I am exquisite
because I choose to be
so it’s okay that I cry
And it will not be because of him, or anyone else, not today
Although today it’s okay to cry,
because I am human and people and things hurt me
Today I need to, today its okay to,
because my tears are both a beginning
and ending
(Today I Need to Cry m.w.)

04/01/2014

Let me show you how to take fame from this famished world we live in
Turn the bending gaze of the stars and stand in all you're glory
Full, proud, and free
Let me show you how to make what you need and use what you have
Forge the life you long for from the golden bricks on which it has been laid
Let me teach you how to go, where alone, no one can reach
Guide you with my unearned experience, and lead you with my unknown talents
Let me help you in your quests, and follow you in your success
For that is what matters most.

-jec4

03/04/2014

Who am I to love?

Who am I to love of a girl so fair and sweet

Of who’s touch time’s hold and of kiss mind’s mete

Of what time does love hold true and splendor

When life ne’er mark such rosy lips and cheeks

With scars of lovers past found tender

Tears lost among the long and lonely weeks

Of what past can time trace such scars of love

Lost in dreams that breath may pierce long parted lips

To soothe in still embrace with stars above

To hold of heart with time love wholly grips

Who am I to love but a girl so quaint and rare

And when such I see the light of day

See such a girl so sweet, so fair

Then time’s dewed dawn may rise and night’s fog fade.

01/09/2014