Editor

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molten avarice denies
sacred liaison
revise
within my bosom lies
courage conjured from a lie

bicker
ticker
static
broken jack-in-a-box of magic
creates
conflates
retracted
world tour de force of habit

i made up with your atlas
the world is ours
at last

i forced us to relapse
because i couldn’t put the past behind us
now everything i see
reminds me
of a hundred better things

jd-jurado – Editor is about revising the past by reinterpreting instead of rewriting it or forgetting it. 

 

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Dysphoria

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starve on me
forget my taste
until i wring from you
every last
morsel of malaise

i am the mouth at your center
gnawing your guts
irrevocable itch
streaking charcoal when touched

your body is a battlefield
your mars
are mine
every last scrape
is a lattice
all lines
parallel
precious
perfect
symmetric

and when i said i wanted you to bleed
i meant it

jd-jurado – Dysphoria is about recognizing pain as concrete, not abstract.

dys·pho·ri·a

/disˈfôrēə/

noun

PSYCHIATRY

a state of unease or generalized dissatisfaction with life.

“adolescents with depression, dysphoria, mania, and anxiety disorders

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Dream Snatcher

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forgot
how i could
touch someone’s heart the wrong way
and break it in half

it’s good for a laugh
until you know where that path leads you
and how many people you fuck up
worse than yourself

i’m type-O hell
with my old me
but i break pieces off
for the so-sos
and the no-shows
because i don’t know
how else
to communicate
that being your new self
is a hard sell

i see right through your petty eyes
ignoble crusades
and shallow disguises
the way your words deflate
when you can’t relate
and for naught
i caught the feelings you forged
(but your ideals are still boring)
and i get over colds just as quickly
still nothing sticks

i’ve come to grips with the listlessness
but i’ve got a hit list
of every two-faced pincushion
trying to get their claws in my seams
for even a minute

i don’t deserve it
i stitch the stigmas
and get on with it
and i move on
because i’m bad at being honest

JD-Jurado – This poem is about trying to be honest.

ig·no·ble

adjective

not honorable in character or purpose.

“ignoble feelings of intense jealousy”

 

 

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