Zadie Jean

"I’m a writer, musician, & aspiring poet from SoCal. I’m currently running a poetry zine called Junk, releasing monthly physical copy zines."

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Instagram: @zadievstheworld + @junkpoetryzine

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Rocky Horror Picture Show 

Everyone get together,
Neon lights and camera flashes,
Dressed up in sweat and laugher,
Fuchsia lips and blue eyelashes.
We’re a few seats from the front
You keep shaking in your chair,
Behind a screen of Transylvanians,
I see your profile through his purple hair.

It gets pretty warm here in October,
And the air turns orange and crisp.
Looking back to that night,
The theater tasted warm like his lips.
Soon this season will end,
When midnight comes it’ll turn November,
These months will become another stage,
We’ll have to force each other to remember.

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All These Friends 

Most of the time I don’t know what to say,
But I know that you don’t have to die,
Even when your mind is in the ashtray.
My friends all know that this is worth the view, 
But some of you don’t know the strain we go through,
A weird fucking feeling every second 
And no amount of crying can rescue you.

I went on a walk and ran into a guy,
Who was going to the park to sit in the rain, 
I looked at him and I couldn’t stop crying,
His mind was like a broken drain.
He was meeting at the corner with his friend, 
To bring back the letters that he sent, 
Sent them off to figure out a way,
A way to wish all of your pain away.