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. 


© JD Jurado 2019 all rights reserved.

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What happens next?


it was yesterday
(no it wasn’t
but it felt like it)
when you told me
“i can’t picture myself in the future
with anybody else but you”

and that made my heart stop
because i could see myself in the future
with a hundred different people
and a hundred different outcomes
but i couldn’t see you

that hurt me bad
the same way you would’ve hurt yourself if i would’ve said what i said here
my future is clear
but my conscience isn’t
what i said
is not what i meant

i remember when you said
(you didn’t say this
because you can’t)
“my love is an ocean
bountiful in bloom as can be”
i would have told you to stop it
it was too sappy to be sweet
and you would’ve laughed
and i’d have laughed
but that wouldn’t be me

how many times haven’t i been able to tread waters
when i’m in too deep
and it pulls me even further
and then i can’t breathe
and it holds me even tighter
and i can feel my head
get lighter
and lighter

i couldn’t write poetry
because with every line i was choking
suffocating to myself
until the stanza derailed
and i could breathe again

it takes me back to then
(back then, yesterday
where i would have…

…you know?)
with your temple pressed against my chest
and my heart beating two times too fast
when i wanted to say something
but then you said it for me

“i can’t picture myself in the future
with anybody else but you”
(that you said
this next part isn’t me)
“otherwise i’d be dead”
and you would’ve laughed
and i’d have laughed
but that wasn’t you
and that wasn’t true

that’s yesterday in my head
today i’m looking at you
wide-eyed and splendid, with an entire life ahead
(me too)
that i can’t picture
spending with (anybody else but) you

because when i looked at you back then
i knew i’d already killed you
truth was the final blow
(that i know)
and so
i lied
and we’re alive

you’ll be on your own again
looking for love again
and i’ll be on my own
with a future ahead
we leave behind
free to unwind
free to live
on another road

JD- What Happens Next is about not knowing what to do when you haven’t chosen someone else but they’ve chosen you.

© JD Jurado 2019

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Bad Mouth

bad body
doesn’t contort right
but distorts light
with its uncomfortable aberration
to acrid sensation

bleeds with the colors
and streaks weird

your red aura
has a suspense of its own – a gravitational pull

it’s when the words start to break down that i keep that keepsake close
because you’re one bad cutout
and there’s a whole lot of me to go around

© 2019
adjective having an irritatingly strong and unpleasant taste or smell.

JD- Bad Mouth is about being pulled into someone for the wrong reasons. Fatal attraction

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man and woman kissing together on body of water
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l. they were two of a kind
and totally captured
by the adventures they had shared and conquered

a pair
of rambunctious runaways
come from
some place before

he does recall
when she and he weren’t familiar
when the future was an ocean
and uncertain

swept away
by serendipitous sea
the circumstance of which
remains to be

these were things
we only chose to believe
because she had been lost
since his arrival

ll. the child
we called him

hers was unspoken
and resigned further west
where the sun sets
a great hollow rests

“should you seek truth
and should you find answers
you will follow its shadow
to an ending”

many days and many nights
the child voyaged further
to the end of the earth
to find her

at its end
there was a hollow

the child reconciled
with the brilliant aura of truth
“i know you,” it said
and then vanished again
III. what is youth to a creature who has never heard its own bones creak and shudder underneath the weight of this body’s gravity?

who has never been held accountable?

never indulged in those dubious spirits?

never felt growing pains?

never plucked a gray hair from its own head?

and he feels trapped
totally captured

he does recall the crest of those parting waves
broke upon the shores of what should be real

all at once
like a flood that tugs

wrinkles where his skin should be
wrought with loss
wracked with wrong

© 2019

Noun-the expression by means of symbolic fictional figures and actions of truths or generalizations about human existence.

  • JD-“This creature must be compelled” about young love and the allegorical journey… the life and death of the spark that ignites the passion within others.

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Big Hand Broken


 i remember better times
and think very fondly
of when we connected

 but our time is short
our times seem shorter

 more distant
i remember how
good things come to mind
but i pay none
to splintered peace

i take this piece back with me
retreat again

JD- This poem is for someone that I used to think about a lot. I don’t talk to them anymore but they still hold a special place in my heart. 

© 2019

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