As I sit here, the morning offers stillness, silence, and the quiet ritual of coffee. But when afternoon arrives, so does the news that threatens to disturb it all.
A prose poem about solitude, emotional intrusion, and the desperate request for one more cup to hold back the blues.
I prefer the stillness and quiet, drinking in the fragrant silence. Dark, rich, filtered
Source: A Refill Please #Prose #Poetry – The Artist From The Inside Out
An Excerpt from “must/”
my hair is falling out as i watch an old man emerge in bold relief. amazing to witness. excellence in form/ well-worn attire melts into skin
Source: “must/” – Jay Mora-Shihadeh
Silence is master and in love I grasp
her, willfully I surrender in glee
© Jay Mora-Shihadeh
Photo by mohammad majid on Unsplash
Source: SURRENDER is SWEET #poetry by jay – The Artist From The Inside Out
insipid but still
you curl
your lashed tongue
and leap like a leopard
at my feet
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
Photo by Bogdan Pasca on Unsplash
Source: GRUNTING #poetry by jay – The Artist From The Inside Out
Celebrate?
I’ve turned it down
shirked the moment
for stead/ I pretend
no need exists
in my human
calendar
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
Originally published August 23, 2022 on The Artist From The Inside Out.
Photo by Ben Rosett on Unsplash
Source: SHIRKED THE MOMENT #poetry by jay – The Artist From The Inside Out
An excerpt from “The Fall”
I smell a whiff of cigarette. A hint of cologne. Gasoline stained concrete. Repel the urge to retreat
Originally published in 2021, “Swinging Backward” explores memory, trauma, and the persistence of the past.
i’m a man of little words
and big ways
i live large in a
Source: SWINGING BACKWARD #poetry by jay – The Artist From The Inside Out
Sitting with this weight. Breaking down the tension.
I can claim whatever the hell I want, change my mind if I desire to. I am full and I am empty. Arc and bend. Pliable like clay. Pieces of me strewn across the past. My past.
What lies in front of me?
Follow the tension to its end on my Substack.
Source: The Fall – Jay Mora-Shihadeh
I keep coming back to these words- Isolation/Ghosted/Erased. Isolate. Ghost. Erase. Tactics of control. First to set in is isolation,
Dive into the full rhythm and structure of this piece over on my Substack.
Source: Substack
honesty is bullshit
HONESTY…I THINK NOT #poetry by jay
it takes sweat, it takes regret, and
marking the arms of decades gone
DOG-EARED ON EMPTY PAGES #poetry by jay
dog-eared on empty pages of half-told histories of dime-store paperbacks…
and ignore
IT TAKES ALL OF ME #poetry by jay
the pause i cultivated
this past year, or more
to settle the moments
of shared space
The dark cloud looms like a harrowing expletive…
PINPOINT PRECISION #poetry by jay
and i hung onto nothing
BLUDGEONING #poetry by jay
and i clung to hope
and i hoped for something
Originally posted on The Artist From The Inside Out: As I watch the TV and witness the horror the day slips away as if it never began the powerless …
‘TIL TRUTH MATTERS AGAIN #poetry by jay
Petals dew
EMBITTERED JOURNEY #poetry by jay
drop
mists of you
form
in…
But you mean so much to me,
YOU HAVE TO DECIDE #poetry by jay
honestly,
I find comfort in your
pelted my mind
DEEP-SPACE-BLACK #poetry by jay
like eyes boring
alien-holes
they landed unseen
WITHOUT MERCY #poetry by jay
they scattered the earth
the hid in
