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Jenni Mar 2016
Night isn't a void
It's possibility

It is the breath before a verse
The undisturbed lines on a sheet of loose leaf
A canvas still the shade of eggshells
Sleeping strings on an old guitar

Night isn't death
It's birth

A glance shared across a room
A tentative smile, a kiss, a touch
The first of many bitter drinks
Meant to wash away the mask of the Day

Night is freedom

You can’t read the rules without a light
And They can’t see you in the dark

Night is bass lines that keep your heart beating

Night is smoke

Night is gasoline and glitter

But above all
Night is the promise of escape
From the pretense of Day

When the sun is your stage light
And the world is your stage
Jenni Mar 2016
By the time we fully experience the present
It has already become the past
So forgive my fears that this might not last
Jenni Mar 2016
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we're made of the same stuff as stars
but some of us forgot how to shine
Jenni Mar 2016
I've never been comfortable with permanence
I guess you could say
I have commitment issues

the irony
-of course-
is that my fear of making permanent decisions
leaves me in a constant state of stagnance

we're not meant to stand still

we can make a thousand marble statues
in an attempt to grasp immortality
but no one was ever meant to last forever

our cells are doomed from the start
when you deselect for aging
you select for cancer
and
-just like marble-
cannot escape the weather
we cannot escape out own mortality

I've never been comfortable with permanence
but thankfully
-I suppose-
I'll never have to be
Jenni Mar 2016
she lays down the law
like she lays out her clothes
and the shade she paints her lips
is the same as the blood on her hands
heels clicking
like the cocking of a gun
she could eat you whole
and still have room for dessert
I have a lot of feelings about peggy carter, okay?
Jenni Mar 2016
I prefer my nights to be cool and breezy
And my air to be musty and swirled with smoke
And for there to be concrete under my feet
Graffiti and band stickers
Echoes of the permanence I was never comfortable with
In myself
Everything worn and broken
And I like it that way
I feel at home
My mistakes aren't as loud as the music
So no one really cares
In this place
Anonymity is a choice
Not a curse
Jenni Mar 2016
She told me once
That she wanted people to write stories about her
But not because she wanted to be remembered
"I don't believe in God, you see,"
She just wanted her life to have meaning
I guess she didn't realize
That she could do that herself
maybe I wasn't born with a specific purpose but that doesn't mean I can't create one
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