jake-sullivan
Hello, I'm Jake. I'm lost, but am trying to be better. I don't like emotions, but I thrive typing them into stanzas. I’m that person who obsesses over the cinematography or symbolism of a scene in a movie. I have an undying love for movies and tv, thunderstorms, and new words. When I’m older, I hope to live in a log cabin with three dogs, and I spend way too much time watching log cabin real estate videos. I think I want to be an English teacher or a psychologist but honestly, I'll change my mind twenty times before Sunday. Writing is what gets me through my days.
I can feel their gazes
the strange look on their faces
their eyes black and still
and when I look at myself
mine just trace the cracks
I can feel their gazes
the sun heats the ground
my forehead sweats, it aches
I stumble on nothing, I fumble smiles
the sun heats the ground
and I fumble smiles,
and I stumble on
nothing
behind me, behind me
goosebumps, on my neck
under my blue fleece jacket, and scarf,
hands in, and out, of pockets
such inconveniences when I need to hold them
behind me, behind me
the air sings?, flattening each note?
the atmosphere, gets,,, caught,
in my, grasp, in my,,, lungs,
behind me?, behind, me?,
I can feel?, their gazes,
?smiles?, I fumble, on,
?and I stumble on,
nothing
Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 11:18 PM UTC
I feel happy
but all I want to do is cry
like I just saw the boogeyman
lurking in between my jackets
and grinning with his
sharpened teeth
With a child on a chain
the name on his collar is
scratched, unreadable
Who?
When I peer from my sheets
all that remains across the room
filled with summer’s breath
I lose my own
He’s gone
The child remains,
back to me,
shivering
but the boogeyman
He’s gone
Where?
Where?
What was I sayi –
Who?
Where?
…
Oct 10, 2015
Oct 10, 2015 at 6:23 PM UTC