MJ'S POETRY

i have wanted this since i was but a child, conjugating verbs and dreaming of dancing through the streets, through the nights yet here i...

by now, someone must have told you that love is not a person and they were right love is many people as many people as you can fit in...

i used to sit on this platform at 3 in the morning when i couldn't sleep. i taught myself how to play guitar here. there was something so...

it came on in the car he smiled and said 'that's you' me? a pretty boy? he meant it. 'yeah, you. you're a pretty boy.' and i wanted to...

i used to spend my 2ams engulfed in recklessness and now i can’t walk too far down the street for fear my call will disconnect and i...

i wish i was a watch wrapped around your wrist ticking to tell you the time, hands that always twist we'd relish every second, no moment...

and as much as you stab, all the pain that you bring i’ll still give you my coat when the winter winds sting so despite the betray and...

when i was here i spent my years catching my father’s anger like too-fast baseballs that rip straight through the mitt and land hard on...

all my life, i've had a nighttime friend. not one, mind you; i've had several throughout the years, but never more than one at a time....

would you recognize it by taste? the darkness, i mean. would the bitterness creeping up your throat be a familiar sting? the rash that i...

there's no blood no more fire no more passion no more rage there's no anger towards myself the world, my God, even this cage the teenage...

on thursdays, i am a scholar. a flurry of notes and essays, i walk briskly from class to class for six consecutive hours. i gather fact...

out of rage and out of fury you plunge your fist into my chest blood makes you sick, but don't you worry with veins of water i've been...

rise, o sleeper! i bid thee to wake come back to life there's a breath yet to take start from your slumber open your eyes it's almost...

on a frigid winter's day the only comfort's your embrace hold me in your arms tonight and don't let go til morn's first light ~mj

and though we fall, still yet we fly. as tragic flame fills up the sky we coast through all the smoke and ash not in the air, but yet to...

caress my deepest soul-wounds with your gentle gaze, my love look upon my heart and see, though damaged, it is yours listen to my words...

you are grass untrodden, dancing freely in the wind you are freshly fallen snow; clean white, unmarked by sin you're the songbird on the...

the wind tugs at the leaves with gentle force it makes them dance regardless of their will and when the gusts die down; they've run their...