Biography of jolenish fiber
well, lets see, i have been writing all my life, since I learned the alphabet. i remember my first writing assignment, i wrote about a dog sleeping in his house, and a cat jumping on the roof, and makeing the snow fall on his head. yep. talent.... anyways, ever since, I've been spouting out whatever comes to mind. some are theroetical, some are essays, some are poetry speels, i've written a few books (mostly unfinished) and i guess i'm afraid to get published. i've homeschooled for 5 years, and ate all the english i could get. hehe. but whatever, it's all good. this isn't even a 20th of the stuff i've got, so i'll just keep on submitting when i have the time. happy writing to all, comments are always welcome.
jolenish fiber Poems
It is warm, but not warm enough. So I dig up the bed, turn up the soil,
Nature In A Glass
I drink nature in a glass every day. In the flowers that smell of a fragrance so honey, and walk the trails laden with pine's bristles, I find the solitude that makes my soul sigh.
A Boy And A Guy
A boy who was special. He was so sweet, and smart, and kind. He was fun, and had his own mind,
In The Heat
there is a different fragrance from my body in the heat of the summer when the rays of warmth and UV come down on my brown hair, and on my shoulders and back.
My heart is driven and sure, black and white are clear. There are things to be tended to, people to take care of. Relations. Projects. Responsibility is wafting in my face like a bed scent. Fantasies return, I'm talking to myself again, dreams are more wild.
I Must Die First
I must die first, my love, I must go before you, and there is nothing for it. You will say 'No I must.'
Friend Or Foe? Call It Frienemy
She cries and falls apart before me, loathing the world in it's entirety. Rocking back and forth in a pitiful shape, a pitiful puddle of useless tears.
The Birdy And The Fat Man
There was a fat man on the block, who slept in every morning as he was not taught. So in his bed he lay, sleeping the day away,
Welcome Me To Your Eeriest Dream
How is it that I see things never before seen in my unwoken moments, in the slumber of unconcious evils? I enter a dressing room, all white and lit, in this long hallway. The curtains are moving, but there is no wind to move them.
where is the weak crack, where is the fragile inch? Where will i find the solitude soul amongst the brute and hardy folk?
Even When I'M Sad
Even when I'm sad, I smile. My two front teeth are more shall we say developed
For My Friend, Farewell, And Take Care
It is only through relationships complex and perhaps a quick taste of time in my mouth that can trick me into change... into an adjustment in this world
Why is it called that? it's not in the same fruit family, and it doesn't get get picked off of pine trees.
Just A Crumb
Give me just a crumb, so desperate and pathetically yearning for just a taste.
The Dead Cat
I don't know why, but I keep thinking back to this dead cat that I saw not a month passed. It was a small black cat, stiff, cold, bug invaded. I pulled over to see if it was just hit, if he could still be saved. I got close enough to see it's broken teeth, and white tipped paws. It made me wonder if it had been loved and owned by someone unaware of