Stasis
jotNrot
by may hem
2M ago
Living is what I do When I’m not thinking of you I’m often in stasis these days The sun warms my shoulders Into feeling less old than My bark-like skin declares I spend my days exposed Like light can appease thirst And bring life to dried dirt But it won’t And I’m left fiddling With […] stasis ..read more
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Untold
jotNrot
by may hem
2M ago
Have you or have I rewritten the story? I recall like yesterday How I recoiled How he called you out How you insisted, then persisted and convinced, yourself How I went along, against all my instincts because I wanted to destroy something that night Because the one that should have stepped in, hadn’t Because I should have asked him to Because he shouldn’t have had to Because I shouldn’t have had to ask Mostly, because all that came since was born of your love and my spite Oh, what a story it would make ..read more
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Not enough
jotNrot
by may hem
3M ago
I’ve run circles around shadows Raised two people from a grain Crossed oceans and added, collected and borrowed, Begged and bent to be let in yet fled at every chance I’ve climbed mountains in my mind and tumbled down numbed by blatant lies meant to exalt and suppress all uprising Nothing has touched me like colours and smiles hiding in the corner of a mouth or an eye or the blush of a cheek or the belly of a cloud I woke with a poem swirling in my head The words to be said aloud were plain and measured without rhyme but with cause and reason enough The clause underscored the glaring metaphor ..read more
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Small measures
jotNrot
by may hem
3M ago
It has been a while, measured in breaths, in, out, like tick and talk about the weather Time marked and dismissed with the taking of pills and meals and chilled tea I haven’t thought of you in days, maybe weeks Thyme cures all, they say Rambles and brambles would etch patterns more entrancing than the creases of these sheets imprinted on my skin Artists, like prisoners, make much of so little, dying to be remembered ..read more
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Recovery
jotNrot
by may hem
9M ago
Stay sharp, stay strong stand keep walking, keep walking tall face out keep walking, keep looking, straight ahead keep typing, keep flinching, inching towards a better place towards comfort talking In here, all is silence No one talks, they look out windows, they look past floors, they look to their next step All is invested in that next step ..read more
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Save
jotNrot
by may hem
1y ago
And I want to save that poem and that other one Fold it into my pastry cortex here, now, to find it whenever I gnaw mindless this way to remember that time, that is now, when I was laid out splayed head ringing with spring breeze ease leaking thoughts of fucking awe at all that is and words’ power to sow/seed/warp/tear/lift/free I want to hit SAVE, UPLOAD and NOTIFY, should I slipslink back into my place in the stifling ought display to await my shelving SAVE it all to record and remember I was fucking here, I saw it all, I heard the birds singing literally for fuck’s sake for which we do all ..read more
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Waking
jotNrot
by may hem
1y ago
5:35 a.m. and mortality rattles my dreams to shake me from slumber and dump me in the clamour of consciousness considering probabilities of you waking to another day Across the way we ponder ifs and mays to outfit ourselves against judgement Would that you would see me, and I you, we could spare the world our gifts wrought to hit the right spot, weld the right cage, forge our thoughts, and fix this rift in perpective ..read more
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Vestiges
jotNrot
by may hem
1y ago
Vestiges shorn from my dreams rise like phantom limbs unveiling their legacies Slightly more bent over, one leg shorter, I eventually circle round to make the same mistakes only with more weight to my now uneven gait But wait, I’m not done choking back that song I should have sung as out of tune as your face hung below the new moon that drew my attention More than you ever would ..read more
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Earnest question
jotNrot
by may hem
1y ago
When you’ve made peace with ghosts and regrets, attended to duties and promises unkept, repaired mistakes and mended fences, paid your dues with atonement and repentance Will you rise from the ashes of all dreams forlorn? Or settle with the dust of afterthoughts to scorn our misguided trust that all things sacred, decent and just will be rewarded ..read more
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Opus
jotNrot
by may hem
1y ago
How easy to fall for the nibbling of a cuticle under a brow furrowed in consternation relaxing into a whisper “it’s okay, you’re alright” breaking into a smile mocking all severity for not laughing. On the other side I sit with you–watching other lives–waiting for confirmation I should rise up–flee dancing–to my doom ..read more
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