Jason

Jason 5h

It's a crazy thing time. If you wanted to you could plan multiple lifetimes, live multiple lives in a single moment.

At one point you're happy and on top of the world. Living out your wildest fantasies.

The next you're thinking oh I couldn't possibly go any lower... then you grab a shovel and start digging :').

One moment you're in love and planning the future. Thinking about how that fateful day is gonna go down.

Trying to keep in mind the only people that actually need to enjoy it is you an her.

Then suddenly you're boxing up all the memories and putting them in storage.

Wait, seriously what just happened?!

You out grow people or they out grow you... its probably the latter one... but who knows maybe they did out grow you.

An here you sit counting down the minutes till you start a whole new chapter...

Literally mapping out 8 years in a single day.

The point is you can see the end. You have THE plan to get from point A to point D.

The irony is that your old ways, old friends they don't fit here... they're out grown, antiques and obscure artifacts now; that can no longer help nor guide you.

they're part of the past now...

Is it true? Man I don't have all the answers I'm just a guy "tryin to make my way is all."

"That's a trite phrase btw." XD

But I digress our part in their tale is over, as is theirs.

Did you's, turn into will you's, turn into have you's.

An the truth is you've done it all; you will.

There's so much here in these words that I'm actually not saying and it comes across as a mess of a journal entry, instead of an actual poem. But oh well I hope you enjoy the rant of a crazy person XD

Jason Jul 14

Ready for tomorrow?!

It's time!
Get up, rush like your life depends on it
Because it does!

I hope I get there in time.
If I'm not 5 minutes late
At least I made it!

Cloths smelling like yesterday.
Slip them off.
Get a new set.

Talk about a Monday morning.
Can it just be tomorrow already.

Lets get this dream over with.

Jason Jul 12

The Sky and the Volcano

Lava spewed from the earth first quickly.
Than it slowly blanketing the land.
Like my rage

The sky, she would responds in kind
Ionizing her vast looming gray clouds.
Bringing forth her lightning fast strikes.

Our fury knew no boundaries just like the volcano and sky during our clashes.

This was our love in all its glory.
Our love in all It's beauty
And all its terror.

It was as real as the darkness she cast upon the land.

As intense and terrifying as the lightning that she hurled-forth.

And as inevitble and destructive as the lava that I unleashed.

Jason Jul 9

Gifts

I gave you keys to places others only dreamed of being.

Or at the very least you earned them
and I'll never change the locks

You gave me talents and material few ever awaken to use.

I stopped time just to hear you as clearly, as I saw you. Only to realize staring at you was the equivalent of standing in front of a mirror.

Wisdom, you're a pain in the ***,
We have unwrapped eachother to the fullest to know one another in the most intimate of ways.

Each moment filled with the anticipation of a child on Christmas morning to open his presents.

But like Christmas day it ends faster then it took to get here.

Here I am waiting like a brand new present for someone to dare to unwrap me.

Jason Jul 6

Stupid questions

"CaN you piCtUrE YoUrSelF AlOnE?"

Yes, of course I can.

Does it mean I want to be? **** NO.

Jason Jul 4

The Pretender

I see you in the corners of my vision.
I turn so fast my neck hurts, only to turn slowly back in sorrow.

To see a pretender standing before me; rage overcomes me how dare you stand where she stood!

You're only looking for a quick bang to soothe your void because the weight of your own failure is consuming you!

You vulture, you scavenger. You stink of desperation and your plays at seduction do not sway me.

Your shallow display disgusts me and I have no idea what others see in you aside from vulgarity and immaturity.

Because I see no beauty, no depth, no soul and above all no love in you.

There is no love in you pretender.

And the worst part is that my words are lost on you.

Jason Jul 4

The memory I still sweat for.

The light burned with the intensity of the sun, turning the room into something of a poorly designed sauna.

I remembered when you were here. In this part of my soul. You would train with me here; but under all that I felt your wandering gaze everytime I was under a loaded barbell.

I remember we would start slowly slipping off pieces of clothing here and there purposefully bumping into eachother so we could be closer.

I always found it funny how my shoes and your boots would be the only articles we actually moved out of the way.

I remember looking at you as you glowed under that light. I think it was then I knew I was *******. Because the next time I'd be bumping into you.

Our lips would meet like a promise I wasnt ready to break. The world would quite down just for a moment as I would actually let myself sink into your warmth.

My arms wrapping around your waist and cupping the back of your head. Your hands wrapping around my neck and upper back. Your legs locking squeezing tightly around my waist as if the pain of being away was hurting us both. We became one there.

The combination of sweat, the smell of your hair when you let it down to block out the light so all I would see is your dorky grin.

Unaware and unable to stop your love. Not that I ever wanted to.

We were messy untamed, and we left signs of our love all over the padded floor, on the walls, against the weight rack especially on the bench.

Dripping with sweat and practically sliding into one another, we were glued to eachother.

And our poorly designed sauna made it harder to focus and not fall.

With every heavy breath your sweet voice would reassure me everything was alright. Every moan you would make was as if the heavens opened up for a moment to that glorious garden and fountain.

This was us it was our pleasure you would turn me into jello. And I would have to muster up all the strength to carry you in my arms because you wouldn't be able to stand steadily.

An the way you would whisper "we should continue in the shower" with a giggle, knowing **** well we would be slipping all over the place.