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Long poem by J. W. M. Earnings | Details |

Used As An Experiment

Used As an Experiment

THE SILENCE IS BREAKING MEEEE….CAN’T YOU SEE?


V.1: Strong AS STEEL, wrapped up with silver, heartfelt ribbons
Give it to me – the rope of hope
You smoked me out like a cigarette…
Used like I’m an experiment…I mope…I mope…
I’ve been ruined a thousand times
Yet, I stayed strong – I never cried a tear

(pre-chorus)
You’re getting by – I’ll let you through and go ahead and commit your 
crimes!
I have no fear in my young heart…I don’t bottle up fear
And I ain’t gonna shed a tear for you 
I’ll keep searching for the light with or without you
(pre-chorus)
You’re getting by – I’ll let you through and go ahead and commit your 
crimes!
I have no fear in my young heart…I don’t bottle up fear
And I ain’t gonna shed a tear for you 
I’ll keep searching for the light with or without you

(chorus)
What am I supposed to do? 
Your hate internalized in me…
Don’t ask me to change – I sift out every single lie
Because I won’t stop believing in the Lord Most High
I burned in the dense flames, 
I churned…in the ocean of blames…
Remorse, calling me names

V.2: I bleed…you were my disease once upon a time
Visiting rehab in my head…
Addicted to you like a drug…
Abused and moved by you….
I don’t care about me anymore…
Disaster unfolds, trapped in your scorching RIBCAGE…
Restoring rage….you called me hideous names behind your breath
I’m like an absurd bird, longing to fly out of her cage
Now, I get you…I get your motives of abandoning me…. 
You neglected me…you stubborn, attention-seeker
You never listened to my acknowledging complements 

(pre-chorus)
You’re getting by – I’ll let you through and go ahead and commit your 
crimes!
I have no fear in my young heart…I don’t bottle up fear
And I ain’t gonna shed a tear for you 
I’ll keep searching for the light with or without you

(chorus)
What am I supposed to do? 
Your hate internalized in me…
Don’t ask me to change – I sift out every single lie
Because I won’t stop believing in the Lord Most High
I burned in the dense flames, 
I churned…in the ocean of blames…
Remorse, calling me names

V.3: You ditched me with heartless selfishness in your heart – you’re a 
devil! 
Your lips soaked up the poison in your heart…it cements
Deep inside of you…deep down inside…
Wait for me, so I can keep up with you…
I don’t care about me anymore…
Disaster unfolds, trapped in your RIBCAGE…
Restoring rage….burning wild like wild sage…
I’m like an absurd bird, longing to fly out of his cage
Don’t discard me – give your heart a break
Don’t hurt me – for Mount Heaven’s sake!

(pre-chorus)
 You’re getting by – I’ll let you through and go ahead and commit your 
crimes!
I have no fear in my young heart…I don’t bottle up fear
And I ain’t gonna shed a tear for you 
I’ll keep searching for the light with or without you

(chorus)
What am I supposed to do? 
Your hate internalized in me…
Don’t ask me to change – I sift out every single lie
Because I won’t stop believing in the Lord Most High
I burned in the dense flames, 
I churned…in the ocean of blames…
Remorse, calling me names

V.4: Loving you ain’t easy, that’s for shore…we never were a fine pair (you 
only lived for your own satisfactions)
Blameworthy – I seem to be these days
Get up from the ground and think better about your actions (For all I’ve 
stood for, you were never appreciative…I swam lonely in the pool of misery 
and despair)
Next time, leave the front door…
I’ve been wandering in the maze of bewilderment
Find your own way out of my labyrinth of lament
Dare to wonder where I’ve been?
In the cave of sin…caved in by sin…
Getting devoured in the lion’s den…

(pre-chorus)
 You’re getting by – I’ll let you through and go ahead and commit your 
crimes!
I have no fear in my young heart…I don’t bottle up fear
And I ain’t gonna shed a tear for you 
I’ll keep searching for the light with or without you

(chorus)
What am I supposed to do? 
Your hate internalized in me…
Don’t ask me to change – I sift out every single lie
Because I won’t stop believing in the Lord Most High
I burned in the dense flames, 
I churned…in the ocean of blames…
Remorse, calling me names

V.5: I don’t care anymore…
Disaster unfolds, trapped in your RIBCAGE…
Restoring rage…burning bright like a star with a tattooed scar
It feels so wrong to be in the dark, so far…so far…
Away from your charms…your warm, cuddly arms…
So far, I’ve been digging deep in your soul…
Anxiety banging at my skull…skull…
In my mind and heart again
Forget and forgive 
Feed the flames of uncertainty
You don’t deserve to die or live
Where shall I flee? Free me…

(pre-chorus)
 You’re getting by – I’ll let you through and go ahead and commit your 
crimes!
I have no fear in my young heart…I don’t bottle up fear
And I ain’t gonna shed a tear for you 
I’ll keep searching for the light with or without you
(pre-chorus)
 You’re getting by – I’ll let you through and go ahead and commit your 
crimes!
I have no fear in my young heart…I don’t bottle up fear
And I ain’t gonna shed a tear for you 
I’ll keep searching for the light with or without you

(chorus)
What am I supposed to do? 
Your hate internalized in me…
Don’t ask me to change – I sift out every single lie
Because I won’t stop believing in the Lord Most High
I burned in the dense flames, 
I churned…in the ocean of blames…
Remorse, calling me names

V.6: Yet, I stayed strong – I never cried a tear
I’ve been ruined a thousand times
Used like I’m an experiment…I mope…I mope…
You smoked me out like a cigarette…
Give it to me – the rope of hope
On my own, feeling like I don’t belong – wrapped up with blue, heartless 
ribbons


THE DISTRESS ABYSS IS SUCKING ME UP – RELEASE MEEEEE….

Copyright © J. W. M. Earnings


Long poem by Robert Candler | Details |

The Doctor Is A Dead Man Walking

Bob had a special talent
That only worked in his men’s store.
He had ‘clothing ESP’.
He knew what his customers wanted…and more.

When customer would come into his store
Bob would invariably say, 
“Hello. I'm Bob. Don’t say a word.
I already know what you need today.”

And he was always right,
Never missed a color, fabric, style or size.
He even knew the necessary alterations.
Customers couldn’t believe their ears and eyes.

Meanwhile, in another part of town,
Joe had a pounding, relentless migraine
For every minute for more than five years,
It had driven him near insane.

He’d lost his job to the pain.
Then, he lost his wife.
He had lost a lot of weight and rarely slept.
Yes, his was a miserable life.

And, of course,  sex was out of the question…
Even a little self-abuse.
There was nothing left for Joe but pain.
He felt his life was of no use.

So, Joe went to his doctor.
“Doc, please help me end this pain.
Give me something to make me sleep
And never wake up again.”

“You know I can’t assist your suicide.”,
Then he looked sad, perhaps ashamed.
“I never dreamed it would last five years,
But I know how to end the pain.”

“You can make it go away?!
Tell me, Doc!  What’s the word?”
“I’ll have to remove your testicles.”
Was the last thing that Joe heard.

But…when he came to, it struck him.
Sex was out of the question anyway;
But he might enjoy his meals again,
And he could sleep for days.

“Please check me in, Doc.
This opportunity I cannot shirk.”
So, the doctor removed his testicles.
He did his very best work.

A few days later, Joe waddled along,
Headache free and feeling pretty nice;
But every attractive woman he saw 
Reminded him of his sacrifice.

He decided it was appropriate
To do something nice for himself for a change.
So, he went into a travel agency;
And a six month cruise he arranged.

As he left the travel agency,
He was excited, feeling ready to go;
But for such a glorious adventure,
He would need new clothes.

As he walked along, he saw Bob’s Men's Store.
He walked in, only to hear Bob say,
“Hello.  I’m Bob. Don’t say a word.
I already know what you need today.”

“How could you know?” asked Joe.
“It’s a gift.  I don’t know how, but I do.
You’ve suffered five years with an ailment,
Found relief, so now you’re taking a cruise.” 

Joe could not believe his ears.
How could this stranger possibly know?
"You're right! That's amazing!
And I'm going to need new clothes." 

Bob then laid out a fabulous wardrobe
All the right colors, fabrics, styles…and each size.
Joe was incredibly impressed.
He could hardly believe his ears and eyes.

“How do you like the wardrobe?”
“It’s wonderful!”  Bob could see that Joe was pleased.
“Now,” said Bob, “What about undergarments;
You know…shorts and tees?

Let’s see…medium crew neck tees, all cotton.
I believe that you prefer white….
And jockey shorts, all cotton…. 34s.
Yes, I'm sure that’s right.”

Joe beamed, “You’re an amazing talent
And I just this second realized,
You've laid out this entire wardrobe
And only missed one size.”

Bob, surprised by his mistake, asked, “Really?
What did I miss?  I did my best for you.”
“Well…you’re right.” said Joe, “I do wear Jockeys,
But…well…I wear 32s.

“Oh, no!” said Bob with an ugly grimace.
“That would be a serious mistake.
Thirty-twos will cramp your balls, 
You’ll get migraine headaches.”

Copyright © Robert Candler


Long poem by J. W. M. Earnings | Details |

In My Life - Quit Whistling the Blues, You Mockingbird

I’ll love you, even if you have strayed into the darkness Stop whistling the blues, you mockingbird – whistle with your might your marvelous tunes of accord and faithfulness! I love you from the bottom of the ocean to the heavens above I’ll love you – I won’t get over you and you’re my love at first sight – you were and still are a dazzling, surreal sight – you kiss me and I’m overwhelmed with passionate bliss I will love you if you would step out of the abyss with me I’m fearless to say that I used to bleed out remorse Before I met you…of course I used to cry myself asleep because I felt so alone Before I met you, I was on my own V.9: My heart bled with grief from the inside When I saw you, grief-stricken by the death of your friend My heart beats for you alone – you were always by my side Be sad and distressed no more – I will love you, even in the end My heart beat’s beating for you – you are such a thrill My heart aches for your love My heart thumps with victory and marvel I’m mesmerized by the mere sight of you – you’re as gracious and elegant as an angel above *chorus* I won’t give credit to myself for saving you from the flames of abominable, taunting fate – I want to say that I’ve unchained you from the death’s snare But, I must tell you someday, so that you’re aware That you are someone special in my heart – I can’t conceal the truth of what I feel for you deep inside In my life, in my life, I’m still stuck in the solitary cave In my life, in my life, I thought I wasn’t at all brave I was caved in by the cravings of my heart The darkness once ripped me apart But, you repaired me and I recovered pretty fast So, please listen up! I must tell you about my good and bad past Fear doesn’t exist here Get a grip on the rope of hope All anxieties are gone We dream on like daydreamers, awaiting another great, delight-illuminated dawn I’ll love you until my life is no more I’ll love you, even if you have strayed into the darkness I love you from the bottom of the ocean to the heavens above I’ll love you – I won’t get over you and you’re my love at first sight – you were and still are a dazzling, surreal sight – you kiss me and I’m overwhelmed with passionate bliss I will love you if you would step out of the abyss with me I’m fearless to say that I used to bleed out remorse Before I met you…of course I used to cry myself asleep because I felt so alone Before I met you, I was on my own V.10: We welcome the dawn with open arms – it will do you no harm Greet all positive, good news with happiness You are my lucky charms, my love – your hands are so, so warm Stop singing the blues…stop whistling the blues, you mockingbird – whistle with pure gladness Quit making us quarrel with madness!

Copyright © J. W. M. Earnings


Long poem by Nina Mindova | Details |

Sea impression

                 
                 Wave a sea softened
                  and a pain and a tenderness
                   throw dreams in fascination
                   of the blue.
                   And let shave the waves of
                   Your eternity , oh, weigh
                    above me,
                    oh,weigh a  coast of years.
                    Carry far in azure, spiral
                    ships,
                    with bulging little abdomens,
                    flutter with mahagony pinions
                    and already in vain  expect you
                    to stop the scales harbours 
                    with hot flames for You are
                    open.
                    Far away, far away ,far away,
                    stretched string,
                    heart and frank await the 
                    hymn of June.
                    All sea sisters are dressed in
                    mother-of-pearl garment
                    embroidered of kiss of 
                    eternity. 
                    In the morning hunts them
                    fishermen and revive with
                    breath of their man’s hands.
                    In the evening girls wash 
                    their black tunics,
                    in their blue hearts,
                    their feet white ,who cadge
                    heavy chains.
                    The night is squeezed enigma
                    and ugly,
                    predatory like a bat pecking
                    of scarlet fig.
                    Sea sisters, sea sisters,
                    remember His steps 
                    which go through you noiselessly,
                  and ou swing like
                  bloody wine-
                 hold in His fingers Herod,
                 Pilate washes his hands,
                in Yours heirs
               and they bristled like winter
               icicles bristles of innoncent blood .
               There at Golgotha 
                hearing terrible cry,
                blood gushes like
               wounded river disappear
               like Easter roses,
              in weeds of flushed 
     preditory crowd,
     to open way of
     saving.
     Who is He?
     Do you heard 
     His name ?
     He is Messiah,
     God’s anoited
      Jesus Christ.
      Like little sheeps,
      clouds of candy floss,
      they welcome festivaly.
       Barefooted are feet 
      of lovely swarthy steps
     of the sun, came to bow,
      before You , Creator.
      The sea throws his 
       magnificent silver flesh,
      blue like heavently lace,
       to swallow all stars 
       only Bethlehem’s
      stays inextinguishable,
       pretty like uncreated
      like an apple of not 
      born girl.      

Copyright © Nina Mindova


Long poem by J. W. M. Earnings | Details |

1 With Anguish

Thank you for your patient, kind bliss…
I want to make you happy, you see? 
I don’t want to hear you, speaking words of worthlessness 
I want to see you be free…you’re my cup of hot, sweet, iced tea 
Can’t you see? I loved you for so, so long…yet, I feel that it as more of an infatuation 
My condolences to you for missing your loved one…I wish you good luck… and I wish you brighter days and dreams of nostalgic-less, moving reality 

Though I’m one with anguish and bitter rue
I still feel for you…oh don’t be blue
I, as well, have lost my other shoe
I didn’t know how to help you; but, that’s nothing new
Weren’t you one with anguish too? 

Didn’t you know I as one with anguish?
Didn’t you feel me in your heart?
Didn’t you know that I as struggling? My only wish 
Is to be with you…from the start 
Didn’t you know I as one with anguish?
Didn’t you feel me in your heart?
Didn’t you know that I as struggling? 

My only wish 
Is to be with you…pound to the rhythm of my heart…
and...please...don’t rip my young heart apart 

Feeling you shatter out of nowhere…
I found myself, thinking of you…left here…
You sheltered me hen there as a rainstorm 
I was digging deep in the soil…like an earthworm 

Though I’m one with anguish and bitter rue
I still feel for you…oh don’t be blue
I, as well, have lost my other shoe
I didn’t know how to help you; but, that’s nothing new
Weren’t you one with anguish too? 

Didn’t you know I as 1 with anguish?
Didn’t you feel me in your heart?
Didn’t you know that I as struggling? My only wish 
Is to be with you…from the start 
Didn’t you know I as one with anguish?
Didn’t you feel me in your heart?
Didn’t you know that I as struggling? My only wish 
Is to be with you…pound to the rhythm of the drums that pound repetitively in my head minutes after midnight…breaking apart …drifting away in the death cart

Didn’t you feel my love tonight, baby? 
You’re as blue as the sinuous, despairing sea…
I’m the waves of emotions...please don’t pity me  
I didn’t know how to help you; but, that’s nothing new
I, as well, have lost my other shoe…but my happiness is as fresh and true as morning dew
I still feel for you…oh don’t be blue…or sick with the love flu 
Though I’m one with anguish…I’m the color black…white is what I lack…I’m the darkest hue of grey…boohoo…I was never apart of his crew…or her crew  

My condolences to you for losing your boyfriend… I feel bad for you…sadly…
I’m one with anguish…I feel your bleakness blanket over me w-wistfully 
Please…please hand me your love-kerchief, I don’t want your money, your fame, your success or your exhilaration…
I just want you… to spread your wings, like a bird, taking wing from on high for the very first time…soaring with triumph and anticipation

Copyright © J. W. M. Earnings


Long poem by J. W. M. Earnings | Details |

sTrEsSsS

And now, I beat myself up for it...my mind is sky high with doubt and my body feels like a drought...dry with a lack of empathy and indulged in loathe and envy...I-I am upse
upset*
Forever in your lies debt
Don't leave me to die...
I am not your pet...
I won't take your orders
We're not crossing borders
Can you feel me when I cry
Feel...feel...feel...
I fell...fell...fell...
You left me without any comforting shoulders
In the hole of vibrantless farewells
i must endure till the end...
In hopelessness and fear of love and hope my mind and heart dwells
Around every damned bend
My heart bleeding out like a river
I feel like messy folders, left in the dusty office of nothingness...you stored me in a dark place I once called my "Heavenly Haven"
My memories make me shiver
Now, I drown in the tears of shame
You hunted me down like game...I was that animal, dead and lame
I was busy looking for heaven
But it was all the same
I'm untamed ...so unleash your inner inspiration and shower it down on me
Hell I remain in blinded by you but now i SEE
Now I'm drowning once again waiting to be saved in this lonely and deep dark sea
While you I left to be ever so free
That I've fallen way down...I've been weighed down...agony - the countless drops of despair and dismay -is what I stumble upon...I gave my heart a break...for heaven's sake and I've taken all that I can take...I drown in blasphemy's flames of uncertainty and toil of plenty
So on you so sneakingly flee
To a certain degree, you tried to set me free...free...from our own captivities...but failure kept pace with you...
I hope you can see...see...falling in love is only in fairy tales, you see?
You got love affection attention comfort and honesty but you never gave me any
Now from your actions you spun this deceitful web the reason I remain evver so blue
You outran me with your bottomless cheers and hopes...you lifted yourself up with your accomplishments
Like a shadow lost under a tree
You got me nowhere and no acheivements
I'm a fly, trapped in the web of bewilderment...and you wrapped me in woe-made worthlessness
Rapt in rue...
Sick of feeling blue
You drowned me
With your river of tears, you see?
You left me there to wither and fade away with nothing more than emptyness and hopelessness
On you were left to flee
Feeling hollow and doused in dismay...what can I say on a day like today? Did I ever make progress?
Why would the memories let me be
And on and on, you tell me you want to be free
You aren't free because you are spell-bound in your lusts and under the spell of sin
Yes on and on*
yet*
You blinded me by your lies and I thought you were the best but yu only brought stressssSSSSSS

Copyright © J. W. M. Earnings


Long poem by Cat Way | Details |

Little boy

This small for his age little boy on his first day of school, with his little dinosaur backpack and new blue jeans and white t shirt. Mama said “Be sure to be careful to not to stain your shirt, especially at lunch cause I know how much you love your ketchup.” He stands with his head towards the ground letting his deep red hair cover his freckled face because he knows a whole new world is at his feet, the first day of many more first days to come for the next 13 years of his school life. He looks out among the many faces in the large, peeling blue paint room and his stomach twists into various size knots. He holds his lunch tray of pizza and milk with shaky hands, almost drops it twice just standing there. The roar of all the students and staff echo off the walls,  the security with their walkies and the kids laughing horribly loud make his nerves even more uneasy. He stands slightly slouched and bites on his lower lip, somethings hes done since infancy when he was feeling over whelmed.  He doesn't know what to do, or what he is allowed to do. Maybe go out to the play ground and hide in the big yellow tunnel slide or even in a bathroom stale till class started. One side of the cafeteria had larger children, the 5th graders, and the sizes of them decreased as you moved your sight to the right  of the room. There was no order to where you had to sit, it was just every grade sort of stayed with each other, the 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th and 5th graders all grouped together, maybe they were afraid to venture out of their safe zones. After 5th grade you go to the bigger school, they call it middle school which is not the scariest cause after that you have high school and everyone says its a nightmare. He looks down at his feet and knows he looks like a fool just standing there for how ever long he has been, which was much to long. He didn't see any of his classmates, maybe there was a special spot just for his grade somewhere that will accept him with open arms . Even if he did he didn't know any of their names and none of them seemed to care for his. They wouldn't play with him at recess or be his partner in gym, nobody even wanted to sit by him at carpet time. They all gave
him the cold shoulder, you could see the sadness on his face every time you had to have a partner for a activity. As if he was about to burst out in heavy tears, his face would get red and he would hold his tummy as if cringing in pain. He is a coward and returns to the class room to eat his now cold food with the teacher and be forever known as the teachers pet, all because the lack of self confidence in that small child in that small moment in time, in the ocean of seats in the room with the peeling paint.

Copyright © Cat Way


Long poem by Jenna Scott | Details |

Insecurity

Insecurity is a terrible thing. Insecurity kills. It’s like a dark and terrifying serial killer that never gets caught. It goes on and on. There are some people who in a million years, you would never guess are insecure. Most of the time they’re the most insecure ones, they’re just so used to it that they’re the best ones at hiding it. They go to school every day with a fake smile on their face, hoping that no one will see the scars on their wrists because they just know that none of the other kids will understand why they’re there. The use bracelets to hide them or wear long sleeve shirts everyday. Even on the hottest days of the year when they could most likely over heat and faint. All of that doesn’t matter to them. Some people are insecure because of their weight. But the mirror sees one thing and a persons heart can see different. A lot of the time people are just un happy with their body. Sometimes it could be because of their skin colour or maybe the way their teeth are or maybe even the way they dress because their family can’t afford the best clothes for them. The possibilities could be endless. The girl you called fat? She has an eating disorder. The boy you called gay the other day? He lost all of his self confidence and now he wont even get out of bed and go to school because he’s scared someone will make fun of him again for liking the same sex. A lot of people don’t realize that words can really hurt someone. Those are the words that kill. I honestly feel really sorry for all of the teenagers that commit suicide and don’t get noticed because they weren’t 'The cool one’ or ‘The pretty one. But when they’re actually gone everyone seems to start caring. Funny isn’t it? They’ll say things like ‘She was so beautiful, I wish I could’ve done something to help.’. When the funny thing is, they were the reason why. They were the reason why that person went home every night and self harmed or skipped a meal that day. You say you cared? Yeah, of course you said that. I see exactly what you’re doing. You said that just to make you look like the good guy. You put on a pity party for that person, go to their funeral, lied to their family, but you’re doing this all just for you. Many people see this everyday. I can’t relate personally but trust me it happens. So I want you to think the next time you say something bad about someone. I want you to think the next time you criticize someone. Think about how bad that person might take to heart what you said. Think about someone other than yourself for once. Just picture un your head the way the blood drips onto the ground as they’re cutting. That blood is filled with your words of hate. Let that sink in.

Copyright © Jenna Scott


Long poem by J. W. M. Earnings | Details |

Concentrate

Concentrate on me
Don't hate on me
Don't hate on me
Fate brought us together
Together, forever
Together, forever
I'm the only one alone now...
Yellow and black forever...
rip me open
rip me open
shut me 
shut me
close me like a door
close me like a door
Don't shut me out 
No more
No more
Anymore
Anymore
Concentrate on me
Don't hate on me
Don't hate on me
Fate brought us together
Together, forever
Together, forever
I'm the only one alone now...
Yellow and black forever...
Vanity and sanity 
Head over boots over you frankly
Fame and money
Fame and money
Fame and money
Is my destiny
Is my destiny
Don't shut me out 
No more
No more
Anymore
Anymore
Don't shut me out 
No more
No more
Anymore
Anymore
Concentrate on me
Don't hate on me
Don't hate on me
Haters gonna hate
Lovers gonna love
Likers gonna like
Dislikers gonna dislike
Losin' it
Losin' my mind
Don't Test Me, My Love
My fluuuuuuuuttering dove
Concentrate on me
Don't hate on me
Don't hate on me
Haters gonna hate
Lovers gonna love
Likers gonna like
Dislikers gonna dislike
Losin' it
Don't shut me out 
No more
No more
Anymore
Anymore
Fame doesn't mean anything
You are my everything
You are my everything
I say nothin'
I say nothin'
I am with you through thick and thin
You and I - Obsessive and abusive...
Obsessive and abusive
Obsessive and abusive
You and I - Obsessive and abusive...
Obsessive and abusive
Obsessive and abusive
Concentrate...don't leave
Plz don't grieve...plz don't grieve...
My bad for losing my mind
Left beeeeeehind...behind
Repetitive and competitive 
I am so much of...I am so much of...
Dying of the disease called Love
Left beeeeeehind...behind
Repetitive and competitive 
I am so much of...I am so much of...
Dying of the disease called Love
Concentrate on me
Don't hate on me
Don't hate on me
Fate brought us together
Together, forever
Together, forever
I'm the only one alone now...
Yellow and black forever...
rip me open
rip me open
And see what's in the inside
I bet you'll find that I'm uglier in the outside
Handsome.....
I'll chew you out like tasteless gum
Independent and stubborn...
Enflame me with your fame name...
You just got scorched to the core...
I love you
More
&
More
&
More -
Not...
that you care...
Do you? I think you're hott
Just a hair...
Concentrate on me
Don't hate on me
Don't hate on me
Fate brought us together
Together, forever
Together, forever
Honesty burns...
Oceans churn...
My sobbing soul earns
Depression in return
Oh, and I wonder why...
Why do I wanna cry? 
Why? Why?

Copyright © J. W. M. Earnings


Long poem by Jason Featherstone | Details |

March

March fell against you
Like a cockatoo.
Leaned and ignited,
A burning chorus
Of quiet orchids
Yells me to your
Distance.

Our love dies
As before it began,
In silence.
Vast and internal.

The night stretches
Abandoned arms of
Battered silence
Across your great light.

I remember your light
Under the skin of the moon.
That our bodies could find
Each other in the clear
Singing of midnight.

The night lives in the
Stiff shape of your
Body, with two
Mouths that touched
And reduced the sea to
A heavy drop of sap.

You were the sudden beginning
Of jasmine, occupied Autumn,
The still noise of violets
Opening through the earth.
And now
You close with apricot
Feathers and polished clay.
You finish my lips to the
Pregnant, distilled 
Weight of
Your mouth.

My kiss is a dead
Pollen emptying it's dark
Labor to the memory of your
Prompt mouth.

You have taken the
Orange laughter of your face
That once paled the moon to the
Nocturnal water of a blue flower
And bloomed it to stillbirth
Within my constant heart.

I remember when,
You closed your eyes against mine,
And you slid shut, shuddering,
The entire sparrows of a founded
August and you filled me
Like a full, fluid fruit.

I spread out against you,
Moving in all directions
Trying to gather you
In pronounced handfuls
Of the long ocean
Of your body.

You are one convulsing
Weather,
Gathering my blood
Into a thin
And whitening pulse
Beating into this night that
I do not hold you.

Your voice was a remote
Path of apple songs, clusters
Of Rosemary and melon, stars dropped
Into cut grass, a fluttering body
Of seaweed and butterflies.

I followed the ripe rhythm that
Throbbed smooth the tight wreathed that
The afternoon left in the corners of
The glacial silence.

I remember holding you
Like lily licked honey
Lilac, when I held you
I held everything.

You depart now in the fluster
Of syllable stars, you drop from
My eyes into a peeled streak of
Lightening, you seep into me
In all the stillness of the
Morning vases of cold origins.
Your voice invades all
The places I once held you,
Which is everything,
A eternity of footfalls
You left in the snow.

Your loss is the only
Thing I own.

One name stands now
In my heart. One long
Storm of leaves, quiet
Cellars, breathing
Distance.

This is the one
Thing that matters
To me.
These are the only lines I 
Can now hold.

Love always dies in bad poetry,
We are left with nothing.
I wanted you to know
Everything, but this darkness
Is without night.

Copyright © Jason Featherstone


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