Jenniferb 

262 creative works found

• Hey...
  by JenniferB

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• Masquerade (Are we really happy here, in this lonely game we play, lalalala...?)
  by JenniferB

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• My Mother Used To Dance In Front Of Windows
  by JenniferB

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• He Called Me Princess
  by JenniferB

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• The people who try to disappear...
  by JenniferB

  It’s the people / who try / to disappear / like shadows / fading away / with the sunlight / those a…

  inspired by a couple of creatively talented souls here @ redbubble. not that there aren’t more of you…

• Another Mother and Another Son - Part I (Revisiting)
  by JenniferB

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• Just This Morning...
  by JenniferB

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• Border Control
  by JenniferB

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• What lengths must we go to?
  by JenniferB

  What lengths do we go to / to validate our existence / and immortalise ourselves?

  This once is screaming out for me to do an image of it… / Sigh… Yet another unfinished project. xox

• Would You, Could You - Without Question?
  by JenniferB

  pen me a poem / sing me a song / spin me a tale / and write me a wrong…

  One of those feelings / that begins to flow / stirring you from sleep / after midnight / ya know? it happens sometimes…

• My Greatest Fear
  by JenniferB

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• Waking Thoughts
  by JenniferB

  I’m finding it hard / to express how i feel / when your music / and words / become visual / and real…

  Are we able to control our dreams? our thoughts? our every sleeping silent moment? Or harness and savor that safe sacred, moment in time before waking? But of course…

• Changing Channels
  by JenniferB

  and meanwhile / on the TV / Fox news / blurts out / some shit / about God / and the Republicans / being the only way / to save America / in three …

  Just what it is, depressive shit, pretty flat really.

• Sorry
  by JenniferB

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• Tigers and Stairs
  by JenniferB

  I have completed the ‘10 step programme’ for fucked-up children. Sharp snapping noises. Dull thuds on the carpet. The sound of somethi…

  Just a story I wrote some time ago.

• Human Bookmark
  by JenniferB

  I had a weird dream last night. I dreamt that I was a bookmark – a human bookmark, resting between the pages of a book.

  Some dreams are strange…

• Another Bar, Another Bed
  by JenniferB

  another bar, another bed / another poem yet to write / another song to fill the silence / of a cold and lonesome night…

  hmmm… going through a softer, contemplative phase at the moment and listening to far too much Leonard Cohen! Lol Just warming up to writing again and I think I’ve forgotten how to write something that doesn’t rhyme, though I’d like to give it a shot some time.

• Something In Life Has Been Lost
  by JenniferB

  Something in Life has been lost… You can see it in the eyes of the children / smell it in the flesh of the dead / taste it in the bloo…

  hmmm… it almost sounds like it has religious undertones and I’m most definitely NOT religious… Not sure where all this soft shit is coming from lately, but there it is.

• I Want To Fuck You With Words
  by JenniferB

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• Erosion
  by JenniferB

  Pebbles / left to shimmer / on the sea-swept shore / leave me yearning / for so much more / as the salt of my tears / flow back into the ocean ...

  Mmmm… I feel a bit weird publishing this because it’s all soppy and ooey gooey LOL, weird… I can publish a poem about sucking and fucking in a heartbeat, but anything even remotely romantic makes me feel uncomfortable. Ah well… I can always hide it again. :-)

• I Wanted To Write You A Love Song
  by JenniferB

  I want to write you a love song / but I find it easier / to talk dirty and rough / because I’m so much more used to / playing a role / and a…

  I have a mix of poems I’ve been writing offline, both hard, soft, clean and dirty… This is one of the softer ones, it began without rhyme and then somehow kind of stumbled into a pattern of rhyming, I may revise and edit it some time, but for now, this is all there is.

• What If?
  by JenniferB

  What if a feeling of peace, now overrides, the desire to write / and the words only came from a need to inspire as I struggled to fight?

  hmmm… I feel like I’m standing at an intersection or a fork in the river and for the first time in my life I have to be patient because what’s about to unfold from here on in is out of my hands.

• Something about memories, secrets, past, present, future and who really gives a fuck anyway?
  by JenniferB

  The internet is a strange place, for many, like myself, it becomes a safe place, a place of refuge, warmth and protection, the life we re…

  The internet is a strange place, for many, like myself, it becomes a safe place, a place of refuge, warmth and protection, the life we reveal to others is portrayed on snapshots, tiny colourful glimpses of the entire picture, cryptic messages carved on the damp. cavernous walls of poems, stories and prose. Away from the internet we live, breathe, fuck, fight, earn a living, pay off debts, owe and feel obligated to people, in general we complicate our lives, more often than not, taking the easy road simply to please other people, keeping the peace to avoid conflict and confrontation. Life itself becomes a metaphor for codependency and we let others who depend on us suck the life force out of us. In taking care of others we lose ownership of ourselves… Our identities fall into the messed up, murky mosh-pit of everyday living. Some people have precious memories to look back on, images in the back of their minds that bring a smile to their faces causing them to sigh and shake their heads from side to side… Other people recall only painful nightmares and the memories that make them smile are far and few between. I think it’s important to remember that today’s experiences will one day become tomorrow’s memories,they’ll become the movies and photographs we replay in our minds over and over again… We can only change and shape those images by adding newer, happier ones to the album, and that can only be achieved in the present, by the things we do today. Wouldn’t it be great if we could put our memories through photoshop, edit, soften and enhance them? Ah shit, I’m just rambling, I haven’t written fuck all in a while and this is the only way I can get my mind back into gear… Creating letters and words out of my thoughts, that are unfortunately, due to a cocktail of mood stabilising chemicals, pretty limited. Sometimes I have to shut everything off, hold everything back, breathe everything in and close everything down in order to open myself up and let it all out. On those days it can seem like I’m non-existent… But I’m still here, just behind your computer screens, feeling and thinking, but saying nothing. We all have our secrets I guess…

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  Reign of Passion
  by jim marshal

  This is a collaborative piece with Jennifer B using her amazingly breathtaking image Us with my poem Reign of Passion. Thanks so much Jennifer for letting me use this image! Passion reigned. Inside itself, seeded with desire / Life called out - / the Goddess spoke / and they were wounded. Etheric kisses / in the spin they lay, blissfully slain. I didn’t come from clay / and you didn’t / crab your way out / from under my rib. Your siren hymn made the quiet sea vibrate / these waves became thoughts creamed upon / rocks of sense / the mellow mist of conversation / sprayed into us. The copper piles of modernity / cannot rust them - / lovers, water threads / the brave garlands of ocean / seek release for your own sake / but arrive together / let the mystery of union work its way into / the folds of your odyssey. Nothing’s lost to the circuitry. Man, Woman, the mud belly of time / immaculate, complete. Copyright. 2009.