jason-weihl
Just a young man trying to find his place in the world. I started writing poetry in the form of song lyrics for a band that I play percussion in at the age of eighteen referred to as the Boot Bandits, and have since taken courses at Ohio University on creative writing to further my abilities. Nature, travel, relationships, and consciousness are my true inspirations for writing. I am also pursuing my passion of film, as I am Vice President of a production company in Columbus, Ohio called Shaffer Productions.
There is something awry
I can feel it
as I step into
the thick and tense
stifling and sinister,
suffocating ether.
I have a peripheral sense
of an occluded slumber,
a disturbance.
Begotten by me?
I can only hope not.
Haunted by something unknown,
unseen but not unheard.
A sound, a whisper, a chill
Ghastly squall
The rush suspends my breath,
captivates my thoughts,
hurries my pulse;
throbbing and pounding,
in my dizzy and cluttered head.
The door has closed.
Impulse and instinct
drive my body
but it is dark,
never-ending,
surrounding
Me.
Perturbation reaches up
And grips my very being;
strangling my conscious,
operational will.
Numbing all perception short of
foreboding and dread.
My entranced, mortal corpse
stumbling over my own hastened direction
that it already knows.
Scrutinizing and bellowing
an audible, unmistakable
laugh
which freezes me again
with crippling petrification.
There is no escape.
Now face to face
as I turn to confront it,
stare to glare.
Menacing and perilous
it consumes me.
Devours me.
Immortally imprisoned by
It.
Jan 15, 2017
Jan 15, 2017 at 2:58 PM UTC
So I sit here on the brink of my chance,
waiting for the right time to fall.
Somehow we knew at the first glance,
but we both truly knew nothing at all.
We seem to embrace opportunity from afar,
but I vow not to wait for the world to change me.
I will follow my own true star.
Who is it that chooses who to be?
No one wants to be the shadow of a man,
or to only leave mere footprints in the sand.
For the mark will be washed away with time,
along with the shadows that have robbed me blind.
It is time for me to take that leap.
I am tired of living life asleep.
For I know it is I who decides my own fate.
We control what we create.
Now my true star is shining bright,
so I will follow it into the night.
Jan 4, 2017
Jan 4, 2017 at 3:33 PM UTC
I passed by that tree the other day.
The one nestled between two thorn bushes
and just past a ravine
along the upper trail of Old Man’s Cave in Hocking Hills,
surrounded by two thousand acres or so
of dense forest.
I laughed to myself because
The old birch hadn’t changed since I had last seen it.
But it certainly felt different.
The same gray cloak of bark
covered the tender matter inside.
Golden foliage still swayed above me
like it did on that brisk November afternoon.
Today is brutally brisk,
but I have to admit that I did stop for a second to reminisce
under the once comforting blanket of its shadow.
I fixed my now nostalgic, sepia-toned gaze on the bark
and traced my fingers over the scar that we left.
I remembered looking for the perfect one with you.
It was this one, we both thought.
And so were you, at least I thought.
My cold blade carved into the robust fortress of its surface
exposing the birch’s reddish-tan, natural finish underneath.
It then became our tree,
not just any tree, in a forest, on a planet full of them.
I remembered you telling me a couple months back about
how much you admired trees,
and how I should read Trees. Reflections and Poems
by Hermann Hesse, and I did almost immediately.
“Trees are sanctuaries.”
was our favorite quote from the poem, we decided.
And it was the most relevant.
Our tree had become a grand symbol
that would carry in our memory,
what it meant to love and be loved.
But now its just that,
another tree in a forest
that we scarred.
And that, now, scars us.
Dec 13, 2016
Dec 13, 2016 at 12:04 PM UTC
All of the time that I’ve spent
Chasing you down
And all of the travels I went
To find the right sound
Will I be found
Now there are dreams that I’ve dreamt
I’m lost in my mind
All of the secrets I’ve kept
They went with the time
I know the sun shines
But I thought you were mine
I thought you were mine
Followed my arrow and trail
Head to the sky
The stars are align though small in scale
So still I lie
And watch them pass by
I’m still not quite sure when I’ll be done
But oh for now I’m on the run
Dec 13, 2016
Dec 13, 2016 at 11:41 AM UTC