Jadedisland
A Kawaii Memoir

Poetry

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In kindness I lost

Cover Art: @steven.mendez44 on Instagram

Written 09/10/18

In kindness I lack delicacy

instead favoring aggressiveness

to address the wrongs within my midst

In kindness I found patience

to understand that which hurt

the world and inspired empathy

In kindness there were melodies

of broken wings, unloved children

and lost communities

In kindness I was lost

to the wisdom of grandmothers

whose time survived hatred undercover

In kindness i fought

to advocate in justice,

equality, and truths.

In kindness I am desperate to understand

of whom to soothe

As I learn the realty of my truth


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Art by  @steven.mendez44 on Instagram

Art by @steven.mendez44 on Instagram

Childhood Home

Written 05/10/18

When walking the streets of a hometown

a familiar dread sets in

memories rush in

thoughts get cloudy

lamps turn on, and everything is closed as you're settling in.

I'm stuck here. Again I'm stuck. 

Morning comes, and life passes on the same streets

and quirky neighborhood symbols strut bye. 

Greet your parents, then greet the tree from your youth

Time goes by and you remember that freedom isn't

in your childhood home. 

Wake up next morning and it's all there again.

Again its home, the same home you've been stuck in from the time your soul popped out into the world

your childhood home, Again.

- Stuck Empress

 

 

Primal Woman (2016)

Written 12/03/16

Primal woman your ebony skin inspires

from the gold on your wrists to red desires

flushed on your queued lips lingers taste

for life. blessed are the curves not a waste

on a body we will never shackle and wife

for you goddess are so divine and vital 

to the facets of pubescent dreams in title

the core of weaponized sexual ability

to seduce the man to bow to your whims

and weaken his resolve to stay fertility

for another night in barbaric sexual brawls

that in the light of a new day dim

see him kneel, see him beg and crawl

what have you done primal woman

that you lead those astray from ringed

fingers and create the idolized totem

of buxom breast and unrestrained lusts

destroying the sanctity of court trusts

ID’s Natural Market

Written 04/19/18

The affliction of lust, boils the blood intimately.  Driving skin to crave warm caresses, and dive in the decadence of soiled sheets.


The pleasure of innocence lost, and knowledge at the climax. Perhaps it’s a study session in climaxes. There is intricacy in connection at the apex of smooth thighs, or decibels of pleasure ridden cries.


Smut dripping smiles, that beckon the weary to experience a physical inquiry. One that rides, and dines in all the right places leaving sticky faces.


The mess of lust is a market of fine dining, and workouts that leave us all breathless. Riddled with intensity or laughter, or hushed words of love in the middle.


The things said during the dance of sweaty bodies, the ones that leave the mind curious if there’s more beyond the decadence of touches and thrusts. Unaware that even here there is no trust.


The sheets don’t hold promises, only the mess of quick orgasms and unsatisfaction. The pillow talk, mindless in its abandoned insertions of the faces never staying long. The truth of intimacy is not a place to belong when the soul is searching for love on the wrong tongue.

 

- Lost in you, Jade 🌵