jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman) : Writing

today is a day.

today is a day.

A Poem by jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)


today is a dayfor unmemoryfor the erasure of thingsyou never really heldto begin with
virtuoso.

virtuoso.

A Poem by jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)


you always knowhow to placeyour fingertipson the fevered pulsepointsof my soulyour touch cools the firesinhabiting my daily existencelike water poured..
cleft.

cleft.

A Poem by jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)


shatteredeach breath sliceslike a guillotine bladethrough lungsthat once expelled"i love you"easier than any other wordoh to hold a black hole within ..
osculari.

osculari.

A Poem by jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)


kiss mecurl your fingersinto my hair, pull me inmake me forget what it isto hurt
tissue.

tissue.

A Poem by jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)


i can feelmy alreadytoo-loosely wovenfibresshreddingbetween the padsof your rough fingertipsisn't therea better wayto claim methan to pick awayso dili..
unbirthdays all round.

unbirthdays all round.

A Poem by jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)


oh mad hattercan't i be your alice?we can gointofarless mundane worldsthan occupy us nowthey're all used up and greyanyhowcome give me your twirlyeyed..
the interior hermit.

the interior hermit.

A Poem by jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)


the reality isi live inside my mindpacing the halls of my psychelaughing with the memories of loveit's comfortable in hereall soft chairs andgentle bl..
in celebration.

in celebration.

A Poem by jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)


a slivered wishcreated the gapthat allowed youentry into my lifei hadn't thought to wishfor you,directlyafter all,who'd have thoughtyou were something..
inner monologue.

inner monologue.

A Poem by jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)


how is iti live a life nowthat you know nothing of?how is itthat you just...aren't?the snow fell on thanksgiving andi thought of youfirst snowfallyet ..
stalled poetry.

stalled poetry.

A Poem by jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)


my fingers acheitch to writedream to twirlthe wordsthat have always heldsuch magicin my worldbut they fumble and falterspinning out useless phrasesand..