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They…is that so fucking hard to say?

He. His. Him. Guy.
Is this what they think when I’m walking by?

She. Her. Her’s. Chick.
Is that what they think, can they tell I have a dick?

Hey Bro! How it hangin’ guy?
I hope they don’t know I tuck it up inside!

Hey slut! What’s up bitch?
The way women talk to me makes me itch.

What’s up homo? Who’s this dude,
with the fagot face, and the bitch attitude?!

Excuse me please, as I don’t mean to be rude,
but don’t call me by a gender I don’t wish to exude!

What should I call you, sick fucking runt,
which end do you eat on, a cock or a cunt?!

Whatever I eat, my gender won’t say,
but as for what you can call me, you can start with “they”.

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Week 5: Gender

He/Him/His, She/Her/Her’s, They/Them/Their……what is your pronoun, and what does it mean to you? Can you be a masculine feminist? Is it OK to take pride in bring masculine without showing masculine privilege? Do you understand the difference between sex, and gender? How do you define those words? Can you grasp the concept of one being capable of exuding both roles…either at separate times, or simultaneously?

I challenge you all to define your gender identity. Explain why you connect to the pronoun you use in reference to yourself, and exactly what you wish that identity to mean to other people.

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It’s all just a little bit of history repeating…constantly.

I write this entry for “cycling”, still having not done a piece for last weeks theme, because I am COMPLETELY stumped on what I perceive a “grown up” to be, let alone how to represent it in some form of art. THIS is one of the many cycles in my life, and unfortunately it is one of the many more negative ones. This is my cycle: a simple introspective moment can send me off into a rather intense series of tangents, questioning everything about what makes me up as a being, doubting myself intensely, moving on with a new project, and forgetting the one that sent me on my path until something makes me deeply introspective again, and that swept over project adds to all the other ones that get’s me doubting myself all over again.

But I do have several other types of cycling ciphers, cylinders, and circles in my life to put into projects(…and soon I will finish last week’s theme too)…there are SEVERAL so it may take me a minute to get them finished, but if they come late, I’ll retroactively post them for convenience and continuity.

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The Kitchen Witch

There are many types of witches, some get the best returns for the energy they expel through ritual, casting spells, setting charms, and calling the corners. Other witches find their energy is best spent on the mental/spiritual realm through meditation, and astral projection. Still yet other witches find they draw the most power from nature, and so use botany to create living vessels of will and energy…….and then there’s the kitchen witch. The Kitchen witch really puts a new spin on “you are what you eat” when preparing a meal, by pouring energy and intent in with each and every ingredient added in the recipe. While the witch may add enchanting ingredients from the harvest of another witch(or even their own…there is no rule saying you can only be good at one kind, you know), or charm the dishes, or cook the meal for a ritual for an added boost, the kitchen witch does the real magic with preparation. Finely slice this, chunk that, simmer this over here, broil this down there….these are the rituals of the kitchen witch, focusing energy on the preparation, and keeping one intent in mind. Once the meal is prepared, and served the kitchen witch relishes in the work accomplished, watching as others partake in the food and drink prepared. Those partaking in the meal of a kitchen witch are sure to feel the intent cast unto the dish and drink. From happy, to loved, to tired, to ill….the dishes cooked are always with purpose.Image

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2014 Week 1 “Synchronicity”: I Once Met A Man

Welcome to a new year everyone! I’m excited to get back in the swing of things! This theme is perfect for some of the things going on in my life right now! I haven’t had a manic depression attack in over a month, timing perfectly with meeting a guy who has me giddy as a tickled child! I have been taking a new approach towards life, backing away from my typical “rush into it” social mannerisms, pushing myself deeper and deeper into my various artistic outlets, and trying to organize myself a bit better. It is a brand new year, and it’s just getting started, so bare with me as it is an uphill struggle for me, and I’m getting a slow start.

This period’s theme is synchronicity, “the simultaneous occurrence of causally unrelated events and the belief that the simultaneity has meaning beyond mere coincidence.”. How I will illustrate my connection to this theme in this poem is to tell the story of a random, and chance meeting of someone who, to the naked eye, I have very little in common with…someone who ordinarily would have given me no notice, nor I him. Now, I am not one to believe in love at first sight(I tend to believe it is more often lust at first sight), but in the moment we finally met, there was a connection that felt both old, and new. Upon our meeting I suddenly felt that our chance meeting, while not directly explainable, was meant to be. Since we have been talking, my manic depression has lulled its ugly head, and I have been inexplicably more confident in myself. In short, I feel as though I truly understand synchronicity all because I once met a man.

I Once Met A Man, By EnigmA Jade
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I once met a man. I knew him instantly upon gazing into his eyes.
I knew that we were different.
I knew that our differences were superficial.

I once met a man. I knew him instantly from the sound of his voice.
I knew that we were different.
I knew that our differences were superficial.

I once met a man. I knew him instantly by the way he carried himself.
I knew that we were different.
I knew that our differences were superficial.

I once met a man. I knew him instantly by the beat of his heart.
I knew that we were different.
I knew that our differences were superficial.

I once met a man. I knew him instantly by the depth of his soul.
I knew that we were different.
I knew that our differences were superficial.

I once met a man. I knew him instantly, but I didn’t know why.
I knew that we were different.
I knew that our differences were superficial.

I once met a man. I knew him instantly, and now I know why.
I knew that we were different.
I knew that our differences were superficial.

I once met a man. I knew him instantly, as if I had known him forever.
I knew that we were different.
I knew that our differences were superficial.

I once met a man. I knew him instantly, and now I am in love.
I knew that we were different.
I knew that our differences were superficial.

I once met a man. I knew him instantly.
I knew that I loved him.

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Death Drains

Death Drains

When death strikes, we often feel as if the life of the deceased simply washes down the drain.

Death is just as important as life. We live every day, but die only once…yet we greet it with fear. We mourn death’s very existence with ceremony, in place of celebration.

Here is my ode to such emotion.

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by | March 12, 2013 · 6:41 pm

Week 10: Macabre

Mysterious. Dark. Frightening. Oddities that are grotesque, yet somehow enigmatic. The word conjures so many different creatures to the forefront of the imagination. For this weeks theme, show the world what eerie, and lurid creatures haunt your mind. Show us the Macabre.

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