remix 048 ~ daddy’s little girl

images by “benderrrrr” :: original post
remixed image & words by “xjaymanx



daddy’s little girl

daddy’s little girl is growing up
but she still keeps it
with her

her old pink and mirrored music box
given to her by her dad
on her fourth
birthday

adorned with amethyst musical notes
and emerald spirals
and sapphire
ribbons

she still keeps it
with her

after twelve birthdays have passed
its jumbled contents
look a little
different

but the contents within her heart
have hardly
changed

remix 045 ~ cracked

images by “caboosylucy” :: original post
remixed original by unknown
words by “xjaymanx


cracked
| remixed original by unknown

cracked

cracked
her golden soul

focuses on
the black emptiness
and the white nothingness
within her
without her
without him

without him

without his candlelit presence

with nothing
to console her
but her

fading

cracking

memories

remix 044 ~ dreaming in digital

images by “xjaymanx” :: related post
remixed image by “xjaymanx


dreaming in digital

dreaming

deliberating

debating

waiting for the
inspiration to emerge
in her sapphire clarity
from beyond the instant

wrestling with the
formation of emotions
pouring from her oceans
of photos and phrases to

crystallize

materialize

realize

a piercing moment
of existence
in the universe

a consuming moment
dreaming
in digital

remix 041 ~ cold

inspired by “ladymorgaine81” :: original post
remixed image by “xjaymanx” :: added after composition


cold

i feel cold

not bad
not angry
not sad
not depressed
not low
not any of that

just

cold

i still hold true to my ideas of Silent Apathy
i’m not someone they particularly care about anyway
i’ve always known that’s how it always was
i didn’t get it then, it’s still the wrong term

but i understand now

perhaps Silent Apathy
isn’t really holding to how i am
it implies a deliberate ignorance on my part
at any rate, i can’t deliberately ignore

but i can stay away

she doesn’t need to hear from me
she doesn’t want to

but i will send it out

one last message before
she becomes a background figure

you don’t like it
i don’t care
i can’t help it
i am who i am
i’m a watcher
i keep track
i pay attention
and i guard

no amount of ranting will change that

remix 040 ~ 14 days

images by “mokk” :: original post
remixed image by “xjaymanx


14 days

14 days

he’s
going away
for two weeks

he
insults me
expects me
to apologise
for his mistakes

he
hurts me
a whore
for him

but i
love him
adore him

and he’s
going away
for two weeks

i don’t
i don’t know what to do

remix 039 ~ hard to switch off

inspired by “_dernhelm” :: original post
remixed image by “xjaymanx” :: googled original image



hard to switch off

hard to switch off
the child
button

forgot to charge my ipod
no music
for the ride in or
lunch time

thought it was okay
can deal with that
just buy a mag and
chill out

forgot to pack my house keys
my folks decided
they were coming back
late
after numerous assurances
this morning
they would be back
on time

spent
the evening
miserable

wandering around london
in my long ass trousers
dragging in the rain
no music to keep
my spirits up and
a long wait before
i could jump
in the shower
and relax

geez

remix 038 ~ a mistake

images by “jennyboozz” & theresa :: original post
remixed image by “xjaymanx


a mistake

–a mistake–

she said
and giggled
as she flowed
from one side
of the room
to the other

she growled
with glee as
david bowie glared
in bright red
on the walls

i chuckled
behind my lens
behind my smile

as her momentary
middle finger rose
and randomly broke
my distant
solitude

with
the snap
of the camera

remix 037 ~ i wish

images by “_intherain_” & “medvedev” :: original post
remixed image by “xjaymanx


i wish

as i
left her
in quivering tears
in the shivering rain

i didn’t look back
i couldn’t look back

afraid

afraid i would be drawn back into
her reckless aims and
careless games

but
as the
years fade away
i have one stabbing regret

i wish

i wish i could remember
the color of her
eyes

remix 035 ~ insecurities

images by “jennyboozz” :: original post
remixed image by “xjaymanx


insecurities

insecurities

during his early morning walk
he paused by the street lamp
to wrestle more intensely
with his whirling worries

as the dawn yawned with its first light
the dim swish of an opening window
swivelled his exhausted eyes
into the curious breeze

through the posts and branches
her quick rivers of windswept hair
reflected a layered gold tinged
with the ruby of her robe

and she was gone

but for a brief moment

he had forgotten all
his troubles in
the world

remix 033 ~ connections

words and images by “jennyboozz” :: original post
remixed image & words by “jennyboozz


connections
| remix by jennyboozz

Connections

It is strange what connections remain between people.

Almost like we sense each others need for emotion, and we transport little love vessels to one another, just in time to heal the past.

Tunnel vision and lover-like waves of trusting emotions cascading down from beams of sunrays, transferring through the beauty we touch as nature. We tangle in everyday stresses forgetting we are part of nature, a creation intended for love and joy; we must not forget that.

This world denies us of our true everlasting peace. We can try and hide what little happiness and love deep inside, so the world doesn’t claw at our dreams.

remix 032 ~ that night

images by “jennyboozz” :: various original posts
remixed image by “xjaymanx


that night
| remix without text
that night | remix with “pilljar” text

that night

of all the warm summer days
and cool autumn nights
i remember that calm july evening
i remember it the most

the anniversary of our chance encounter
in the sci-fi section of the bookstore
dressed in my shirt and tie
for a cheesy business card photo

she approached from the fantasy section
a question in her intense eyes
my shocked breathing cut as short
as her cute delicate hair

“do you work here?” she asked
“i wish i did” i shakily laughed
insecure with my first impression
but helped her find her novel

this anniversary was our third
a deserted july evening
walking down our favorite hill
along the narrow moonlit river

the scent of vanilla in her hair
the smell of combustion in the air
the fireworks crackling as desperately
as the fears in my mind

she handed me the book without a word
the one i bought her those years ago
“the time traveler’s wife” it said
by someone named audrey

i stayed on the hill as she left me behind
left me unseeing unhearing unfeeling and falling
my soul shred into as many pieces
as the wet pages at my feet

i can’t forget her giggles
her figments and fashions and fragments

i can’t forget her photos
her shadows and shapes and smiles

i can’t forget that dark july evening
a thousand miles from myself

“do you work here?” she asked
i wish i could’ve said “no”