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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description>I’m Janice. I like to write. Ask for my personal blog if you want it.  




“If my poetry aims to achieve anything, it’s to deliver people from the limited ways in which they see and feel.” - Jim Morrison</description><title>Under television skies</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @undertelevisionskies)</generator><link>http://undertelevisionskies.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>reminder that i moved my blog to shelives-on-love-street</title><description>&lt;p&gt;reminder that i moved my blog to &lt;a href="http://shelives-on-love-street.tumblr.com/"&gt;shelives-on-love-street&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://undertelevisionskies.tumblr.com/post/37284583445</link><guid>http://undertelevisionskies.tumblr.com/post/37284583445</guid><pubDate>Wed, 05 Dec 2012 17:05:57 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>hey guys
i moved my poetry blog to shelives-on-love-street (new account) and i&amp;#8217;ll be posting...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;hey guys&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i moved my poetry blog to shelives-on-love-street (new account) and i&amp;#8217;ll be posting there from now on&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://undertelevisionskies.tumblr.com/post/36913049762</link><guid>http://undertelevisionskies.tumblr.com/post/36913049762</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Nov 2012 19:27:07 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>wow lol i lost 4 followers on this blog
i&amp;#8217;m still keeping it anyway but i&amp;#8217;m too busy and...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;wow lol i lost 4 followers on this blog&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i&amp;#8217;m still keeping it anyway but i&amp;#8217;m too busy and lazy to update&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://undertelevisionskies.tumblr.com/post/36316386214</link><guid>http://undertelevisionskies.tumblr.com/post/36316386214</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Nov 2012 18:40:37 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>okay

i&amp;#8217;m not gonna delete this blog

i&amp;#8217;m going to keep it for my poetry and notes and...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;okay&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;i&amp;#8217;m not gonna delete this blog&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;i&amp;#8217;m going to keep it for my poetry and notes and stuff&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;but i don&amp;#8217;t think i&amp;#8217;ll post much, maybe occasionally&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;i already do that anyway though&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://undertelevisionskies.tumblr.com/post/35967102086</link><guid>http://undertelevisionskies.tumblr.com/post/35967102086</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Nov 2012 00:27:43 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>but i don&amp;#8217;t know, i kind of want to leave this site alltogether.

anyway, i&amp;#8217;m going to...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;but i don&amp;#8217;t know, i kind of want to leave this site alltogether.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;anyway, i&amp;#8217;m going to start writing differently again and then maybe i won&amp;#8217;t be so frustrated when all that comes out is shit.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;i know i don&amp;#8217;t have many readers, i&amp;#8217;m just kinda saying this to myself.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://undertelevisionskies.tumblr.com/post/35965125339</link><guid>http://undertelevisionskies.tumblr.com/post/35965125339</guid><pubDate>Sat, 17 Nov 2012 23:55:10 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>i just need to be more open, raw, honest, and real with my poetry and stop trying to force...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;i just need to be more open, raw, honest, and real with my poetry and stop trying to force something, stop trying to write like other people, stop writing to please people and only write for myself. no more bullshit, no more fakeness (is that a word?). it might mean shutting down this blog, i don&amp;#8217;t know. i just wanna write the way i used to. god knows how much paper i&amp;#8217;ve wasted lately with only a few good poems coming out of it&amp;#8230; so i&amp;#8217;m going to write. i don&amp;#8217;t need great ideas, i just need feelings, and i have those. i guess i tried to write with words rather than with feelings. i want to be real again.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://undertelevisionskies.tumblr.com/post/35964783371</link><guid>http://undertelevisionskies.tumblr.com/post/35964783371</guid><pubDate>Sat, 17 Nov 2012 23:49:25 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>speak
and taste the saltiness
of your words,
rolling off your tounge
but they aren&amp;#8217;t your...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;speak&lt;br/&gt;
and taste the saltiness&lt;br/&gt;
of your words,&lt;br/&gt;
rolling off your tounge&lt;br/&gt;
but they aren&amp;#8217;t your own&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;kiss her&lt;br/&gt;
and taste the sweetness&lt;br/&gt;
of the honey on her lips&lt;br/&gt;
but it doesn&amp;#8217;t belong to her&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;listen carefully&lt;br/&gt;
to the sounds your body makes&lt;br/&gt;
when you&amp;#8217;re sleeping&lt;br/&gt;
to your blood flowing&lt;br/&gt;
it&amp;#8217;s the only part of you&lt;br/&gt;
that&amp;#8217;s real&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://undertelevisionskies.tumblr.com/post/35757820603</link><guid>http://undertelevisionskies.tumblr.com/post/35757820603</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 Nov 2012 23:58:17 -0500</pubDate><category>poem</category><category>poetry</category><category>spilled ink</category><category>creative writing</category><category>spontaneous</category><category>which is another word for shitty</category></item><item><title>purple migraine dizziness
visions bursting
tapping at my skull
oh majesty
oh royalty
i&amp;#8217;m the...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;purple migraine dizziness&lt;br/&gt;
visions bursting&lt;br/&gt;
tapping at my skull&lt;br/&gt;
oh majesty&lt;br/&gt;
oh royalty&lt;br/&gt;
i&amp;#8217;m the color of bruises&lt;br/&gt;
i&amp;#8217;d kill you&lt;br/&gt;
if it just meant i could&lt;br/&gt;
have relief&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;velvet mountain sky&lt;br/&gt;
silent sisters&lt;br/&gt;
damned lovers&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;crescents in her eyes&lt;br/&gt;
i followed her &lt;br/&gt;
up the stairs&lt;br/&gt;
early morning&lt;br/&gt;
dancing&lt;br/&gt;
liveliness&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;she&amp;#8217;s an illusion&lt;br/&gt;
emerging from hallucinations&lt;br/&gt;
you must get help&lt;br/&gt;
we are running out&lt;br/&gt;
of time&lt;br/&gt;
I didn&amp;#8217;t catch her name&lt;br/&gt;
well, it&amp;#8217;s someone else&amp;#8217;s name&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;oh mirror mirror&lt;br/&gt;
lines on glass&lt;br/&gt;
tell me what you saw&lt;br/&gt;
oh if walls could tell secrets&lt;br/&gt;
tell me i&amp;#8217;m not crazy&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;she&amp;#8217;s a temptress&lt;br/&gt;
an empress, an enchantress,&lt;br/&gt;
a witch&lt;br/&gt;
the darkness i live in&lt;br/&gt;
took to the sky like a raven&lt;br/&gt;
and you&amp;#8217;ll never see her again&lt;br/&gt;
maybe in your vaguest dreams&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://undertelevisionskies.tumblr.com/post/35459404099</link><guid>http://undertelevisionskies.tumblr.com/post/35459404099</guid><pubDate>Sat, 10 Nov 2012 23:02:59 -0500</pubDate><category>poem</category><category>poetry</category><category>spilled ink</category><category>creative writing</category><category>writing</category></item><item><title>she&amp;#8217;s getting closer now
breath smelling of whiskey
i can see scars on her ageless...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;she&amp;#8217;s getting closer now&lt;br/&gt;
breath smelling of whiskey&lt;br/&gt;
i can see scars on her ageless face&lt;br/&gt;
&amp;#8220;do you want to kiss me?&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://undertelevisionskies.tumblr.com/post/35377573026</link><guid>http://undertelevisionskies.tumblr.com/post/35377573026</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 Nov 2012 21:08:44 -0500</pubDate><category>poem</category><category>poetryintheraw</category><category>poetry</category><category>spilled ink</category><category>creative writing</category></item><item><title>don&amp;#8217;t forget what i told you
when you were on your last bit of rope
i&amp;#8217;ll use these...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;don&amp;#8217;t forget what i told you&lt;br/&gt;
when you were on your last bit of rope&lt;br/&gt;
i&amp;#8217;ll use these scarred feet to carry you&lt;br/&gt;
anywhere you want me to&lt;br/&gt;
every cut you make, i&amp;#8217;ll heal&lt;br/&gt;
every tear you shed, i&amp;#8217;ll feel&lt;br/&gt;
miles and mountains can separate&lt;br/&gt;
but they will never take you away&lt;br/&gt;
from me. the edge of the sky&lt;br/&gt;
is waiting for us, i&amp;#8217;ll carry you home&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://undertelevisionskies.tumblr.com/post/35316342178</link><guid>http://undertelevisionskies.tumblr.com/post/35316342178</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 Nov 2012 22:18:52 -0500</pubDate><category>this is for you tiarra i love you</category><category>futuregroupie</category><category>poetry</category><category>poem</category><category>spilled ink</category><category>creative writing</category></item><item><title>surrounded by visions and crystal

keep them in your head

amethyst eyes and a diamond bed

this...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;surrounded by visions and crystal&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;keep them in your head&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;amethyst eyes and a diamond bed&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;this night will not be forgotten&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;she runs away, she cannot stay&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;sleeplessly wondering why&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;the flowers sway&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;if i could make her realize&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;there is so little time&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;to tell her i love her&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;i am not a rose&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;i am the thorns&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;i am not railroad tracks&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;i am the train&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;i am not rain&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;i am the storm&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;but i must hold her hand&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;so i don&amp;#8217;t lose her memory&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;and sometimes i think&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;and forget to breathe&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://undertelevisionskies.tumblr.com/post/35316044748</link><guid>http://undertelevisionskies.tumblr.com/post/35316044748</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 Nov 2012 22:14:28 -0500</pubDate><category>poem</category><category>poetry</category><category>spilled ink</category><category>creative writing</category><category>writing</category></item><item><title>wishes are burns on skin
one for every candle blown out
and this time, there are fourteen

broken...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;wishes are burns on skin&lt;br/&gt;
one for every candle blown out&lt;br/&gt;
and this time, there are fourteen&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;broken dishes scar the floor&lt;br/&gt;
one for every fake friend&lt;br/&gt;
and there are twenty one&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;flowers dead in a vase&lt;br/&gt;
one for each year wasted&lt;br/&gt;
she counted twenty-nine&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://undertelevisionskies.tumblr.com/post/35220944506</link><guid>http://undertelevisionskies.tumblr.com/post/35220944506</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Nov 2012 16:12:41 -0500</pubDate><category>poem</category><category>poetry</category><category>spilled ink</category><category>creative writing</category><category>writing</category></item><item><title>open your stained glass window eyes
i look through your double mirrored soul
i am the part of your...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;open your stained glass window eyes&lt;br/&gt;
i look through your double mirrored soul&lt;br/&gt;
i am the part of your dreams that is forgotten&lt;br/&gt;
and comes back to you suddenly&lt;br/&gt;
how vulnerable we are in the cold&lt;br/&gt;
we don&amp;#8217;t see the same stars anymore,&lt;br/&gt;
the clouds hide them away&lt;br/&gt;
and we don&amp;#8217;t live under the same sun,&lt;br/&gt;
i am night and you are day.&lt;br/&gt;
my frostbitten hands grasp for something&lt;br/&gt;
to pull them close and keep them warm&lt;br/&gt;
but i only find pockets&lt;br/&gt;
and even they are worn&lt;br/&gt;
so i ask you to dust off your eyes with long lashes&lt;br/&gt;
free yourselves from frozen spells&lt;br/&gt;
burn fires down to the ashes&lt;br/&gt;
and pray for summers hot as hell&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://undertelevisionskies.tumblr.com/post/35114263443</link><guid>http://undertelevisionskies.tumblr.com/post/35114263443</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 Nov 2012 01:23:50 -0500</pubDate><category>poetry</category><category>poem</category><category>spilled ink</category><category>creative writing</category><category>writing</category><category>spontaneous</category></item><item><title>i&amp;#8217;m back home and i&amp;#8217;ll be back to writing soon</title><description>&lt;p&gt;i&amp;#8217;m back home and i&amp;#8217;ll be back to writing soon&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://undertelevisionskies.tumblr.com/post/35022405769</link><guid>http://undertelevisionskies.tumblr.com/post/35022405769</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 Nov 2012 19:47:10 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>the sun is warm
but the wind is blowing cold
accent my hair with moonlight
and bring me through the...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;the sun is warm&lt;br/&gt;
but the wind is blowing cold&lt;br/&gt;
accent my hair with moonlight&lt;br/&gt;
and bring me through the rain again&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I was caught in a shadow&lt;br/&gt;
that grabbed my ankles&lt;br/&gt;
and smiled at my grief&lt;br/&gt;
the way I cry in the mornings&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;the way I feel the wind wrap around my shoulders&lt;br/&gt;
like a shawl,&lt;br/&gt;
and the water&lt;br/&gt;
swallows me whole &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I am not bigger than this town&lt;br/&gt;
I am not walking in a dream&lt;br/&gt;
but if I asked nicely&lt;br/&gt;
would you let me die painlessly?&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://undertelevisionskies.tumblr.com/post/34849259893</link><guid>http://undertelevisionskies.tumblr.com/post/34849259893</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 Nov 2012 16:40:56 -0400</pubDate><category>poem</category><category>poetry</category><category>spilled ink</category><category>creative writing</category><category>writing</category><category>spontaneous</category></item><item><title>i&amp;#8217;m at disney world so i&amp;#8217;m not able to write or post much, please be patient</title><description>&lt;p&gt;i&amp;#8217;m at disney world so i&amp;#8217;m not able to write or post much, please be patient&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://undertelevisionskies.tumblr.com/post/34602321542</link><guid>http://undertelevisionskies.tumblr.com/post/34602321542</guid><pubDate>Mon, 29 Oct 2012 20:05:31 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>if the sun
can scorch my skin
from 93 million miles
away,

maybe then
you and I aren&amp;#8217;t
so far...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;if the sun&lt;br/&gt;
can scorch my skin&lt;br/&gt;
from 93 million miles&lt;br/&gt;
away,&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;maybe then&lt;br/&gt;
you and I aren&amp;#8217;t&lt;br/&gt;
so far apart.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://undertelevisionskies.tumblr.com/post/34462841226</link><guid>http://undertelevisionskies.tumblr.com/post/34462841226</guid><pubDate>Sat, 27 Oct 2012 23:38:49 -0400</pubDate><category>poem</category><category>poetry</category><category>spilled ink</category><category>creative writing</category><category>writing</category></item><item><title>i don&amp;#8217;t want to be comfortable
i don&amp;#8217;t want to miss things anymore
i want to be...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;i don&amp;#8217;t want to be comfortable&lt;br/&gt;
i don&amp;#8217;t want to miss things anymore&lt;br/&gt;
i want to be cold&lt;br/&gt;
cold enough to know warmth&lt;br/&gt;
loved enough to know loneliness&lt;br/&gt;
it&amp;#8217;ll be harder if you stay longer&lt;br/&gt;
but easier if you don&amp;#8217;t go at all&lt;br/&gt;
i could taste ice on the edge&lt;br/&gt;
of my frozen tounge&lt;br/&gt;
and missed the candles that&lt;br/&gt;
melted the ice off my coat&lt;br/&gt;
but i don&amp;#8217;t miss smiles and laughter&lt;br/&gt;
i need to know what it&amp;#8217;s like to cry&lt;br/&gt;
i need to know what it&amp;#8217;s like to be lied to&lt;br/&gt;
because i trust blindly&lt;br/&gt;
and i exhaust myself, trying&lt;br/&gt;
to be real, even if i fake &lt;br/&gt;
it harder, i&amp;#8217;ll wait for you to stay&lt;br/&gt;
and i&amp;#8217;ll wish that i&amp;#8217;d been bolder&lt;br/&gt;
as the night turns colder&lt;br/&gt;
and your face is red, but you don&amp;#8217;t cry&lt;br/&gt;
and i must learn how to feel&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://undertelevisionskies.tumblr.com/post/34389281604</link><guid>http://undertelevisionskies.tumblr.com/post/34389281604</guid><pubDate>Fri, 26 Oct 2012 22:21:27 -0400</pubDate><category>poem</category><category>poetry</category><category>spilled ink</category><category>creative writing</category><category>writing</category><category>eh</category></item><item><title>some people
are like books.


their spines
are easily
broken.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;some people&lt;br/&gt;
are like books.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
their spines&lt;br/&gt;
are easily&lt;br/&gt;
broken.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://undertelevisionskies.tumblr.com/post/34388725850</link><guid>http://undertelevisionskies.tumblr.com/post/34388725850</guid><pubDate>Fri, 26 Oct 2012 22:12:37 -0400</pubDate><category>poem</category><category>poetry</category><category>spilled ink</category><category>creative writing</category><category>this is bullshit</category></item><item><title>yeah i&amp;#8217;m going to take a break from this blog (not from writing) for a little while

please...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;yeah i&amp;#8217;m going to take a break from this blog (not from writing) for a little while&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;please don&amp;#8217;t unfollow&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://undertelevisionskies.tumblr.com/post/34034228509</link><guid>http://undertelevisionskies.tumblr.com/post/34034228509</guid><pubDate>Sun, 21 Oct 2012 12:25:01 -0400</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
