#tjenwrites

[tjenarts]

ok, so basically i wrote a song about aceness

reblog with a musical interpretation, if you like ^^

🧄 garlic bread

i jobbed around town,

always holding up my crown.

we met at a park,

felt a spark

and you made a flirty remark.

my lawn's not mowed.

my carlessness, it showed.

you liked my house,

met my pet mouse

and then took off your blouse.

garlic bread!

freshly cooked, can you smell it?

i like garlic bread!

my supreme, can you tell it?

feel the garlic bread!

even vegan, you name it!

oh, garlic bread!

hunger rises, can't tame it!

you knock the door.

i am sitting on the bathroom floor.

"you wank in there?"

say you, i stare.

"no, i'm just brushing my hair."

you snore a ton.

i unravel your messy bun.

you smirk at me

playfully,

and work your fingers up my knee.

garlic bread!

freshly cooked, can you smell it?

i like garlic bread!

my supreme, can you tell it?

feel the garlic bread!

even vegan, you name it!

oh, garlic bread!

hunger rises, can't tame it!

we part our ways.

i still feel your charming gaze.

i text you late,

say i'm afraid

and i don't want to get laid.

"just try new things."

you say, but the message stings.

don't have to try

to jump from high

to know i'll crash and die.

garlic bread!

freshly cooked, can you smell it?

i like garlic bread!

my supreme, can you tell it?

feel the garlic bread!

even vegan, you name it!

oh, garlic bread!

hunger rises, can't tame it!

netflix and chill?

get nachos, kill bill!

someone is 'hot', not pretty,

i forgot, pity.

may kiss on our lips,

no hands on our hips.

sleep with me,

we'll cuddle, drink tea.

garlic bread!

smell it

garlic bread!

supreme

garlic bread!

vegan

garlic bread!

serene

[tjenarts]

who is she, this boy?

stellar, above the dry lungs,

lie tired eyes, resting on their reflection.

they see a body, human, white.

four muscle lacking limbs

attached to a thin, wheezing torso.

one blow of the wind will toss it away,

one prick of a needle will shut it down.

feed, water, move the machine,

rest when power is low.

>As you are a smart, young woman…<, somebody unpacks pandora’s box of the machine’s workings:

A. brain functions in a way socially positively perceived as intelligent.

B. body is young, fresh, desirable, ready for reproduction and the horrors of the world.

C. body comes across in a way socially perceived as female.

body is female.

body is female.

body is female.

echoes of echoes sound through brain.

yes, they have a body.

yes, it is female.

is who inhabits this body alike?

is >i< female?

who is >i<?

there always was a female stamp on >i<,

but as they looked for it, it vanished.

was it fake all along?

a dummy, fooling them all this time?

but then, why is there no stamp to replace it?

where did their gender stamp go?

gender?

do you hear them calling you?

where are you hiding?

the tired eyes observe,

ignoring the chaos within,

and see what one would call >woman<.

they know it is not right,

they know who they are scanning,

is anything but a woman at all.

to prevent from >woman< reaching the restless ears,

the tired eyes decide to capture every corner,

which could lead one to the conclusion: >woman<.

outwardly, they dress as twink to distract,

shorten their hair, stepping in young boys’ footsteps.

but in the end, the tired eyes’ venture for androgyny is needless,

as anyone else’s eyes are used to the binary.

the quiet mouth doesn’t dare to change anyone’s mind,

as it fears rejection foremost.

and so,

body is female,

>i< is nothing,

decoration screams twink,

but >woman< remains on the tense shoulders.

(on writing platform belletristica)

[tjenarts]

a poem of mine that is about reciprocated love that cannot be lived out. and as a result, my struggle at treating the beloved merely as a friend.

yes, I know "inquires" isn't a noun - if you can think of a better rhyme with a similar meaning, please say so ọ~ọ

🚇 eggs on love tracks

train tracks crushing under us

do not throw me under the bus

egg yoke smashed against the windshield

flushed to the sides by the speed we yield

dozen footsteps, nothing's slowing

doors swing open, wind is blowing

yoke and yoke hit glass and smeer

hearts beat fast in audible fear

>are these tracks full of eggs?<

a voice makes noise,

destroys any choice

of silence, we need violence

to restrain this train,

before more pain and bane

enter our lane, our brain,

our mind, rewind,

what is going on?

the dove of love

flew, someone new,

fixation followed adoration

a silence that tires, had many inquires,

her answer, no chance here,

although not just no,

we spoke, still could joke,

something broke, sometimes choke

on her yes and her no

now on eggshells we slow

down a ton, love has gone,

out the door, and i swore,

yet can i keep? still got a leap

of faith, a love I crave,

but a friendship grows

when train slows

[tjenarts]

a song about the cage that is self-isolation and loneliness...

reblog with a musical interpretation, if you like ^^

🪞 mirror me, mirror-me

numb

i feel numb

can only huuumm

enter: druuum

loud

not allowed

to go ooout

into the crooowd

maybe i would leave this pitch black place

if there wasn't this godforsaken face

staring at me in the mirror

without my glasses i see it much clearer

mirror-me

you're the only one i see

mirror-me

locked my door and lost the key

mirror-me

will you ever answer me

mirror-me

just loosen your grab on me

still

i lay still

up untiiil

sun sneaks up the hiiill

no

i have no

noone will gooo

to me this looow

maybe i would ditch this solitude

if it wasn't just so damn MOOD

i won't eat until starvation

border's up in this hellnation

mirror-me

been talking to this friendly tree

mirror-me

maybe it is friends with me

mirror-me

but i think you'd disagree

mirror-me

you'd use this term sarcastically

dry

i'm so dry

in dirt i liiie

might start to cryyy

end

let this end

down went the treeend

quit form's seeent

maybe i will wash you off of me

when you're done preventing me to flee

i will crush this mirror tomorrow

let me have this time of sorrow

mirror-me

give me back the stolen key

mirror-me

despise you for your trickery

mirror-me

don't further rob my sanity

mirror-me

or nothing will be left of me