jdotingham Jul 12

Coffee has become a bedtime drink once more:
           soothing my franatic typing into rhythmic writing
,only stopped by the knock at the door.
      "What" i scream, shredding my vocal chords,
       "Room service, sir" replied the voice from the door.

under my breathe I mumble "give me a sec", then I hide the girl who is inside my bed, undressed, mask the smoke with a vibrant erray of deodorant and pause.
Do I shut the lid on my story?
Did I even order room service?
     "Do you need assistance sir?"
     "Fuck you!"

Quiet.
No one dare speak.
I slide to the floor, with my head on my knees.
I've never felt so alone, with a girl who lusts over me, & credit card keys.£

jdotingham Jul 12

i am the elephant in the room, maybe not self conscious, but i definitely stand out.
i am of many elephants in the room, maybe not conscious of it, it's definitely normal.
the new elephant in the room is the WHALE.

jdotingham Jul 2

!let's draw a war! call it something sweet to distract and explore the fact.
/. one's not so pure and the other's adored.

!let's draw a war?
....u. angel/roar/talk?

jdotingham Jun 22

take the pain and down it through what will be hollow
we learn to know the truth as it's shown...
are you ready to see the ghosts of the silence?
the kids can't sleep here after all...

your hands are in your pockets when your face hurts,
and your body's no longer frozen by the door...
you're not the only one who knows you're washing it down,
the kids can't sleep here after all...

jdotingham Jun 18

I haven't seen my mother, since I dont know when.
&I don't know,
When I'll see her again.

&

I haven't loved my father, since I don't know when.
&I don't know,
If I'll love him again.

&

I haven't fought my brother, since I don't know when.
&I don't know,
When I'll fight him again.

&

I haven't heard my sister, since I don't know when.
&I hope,
I don't feel homesick again.

              And finally,

I haven't kissed my lover, since I don't know when,
&I don't know,
If they'll walk through the door again.

For when you're feeling homesick or at a funeral.
jdotingham Jun 6

stop and smell the roses, radical punches with explosives.

jdotingham Jun 4

but she said, in her head
       we're gonna need all the love we can get
but she said, in her head
        you should try loving someone instead?


This is the story of a hurricane
It came to crowds who never thought of pain
She thought of time spent with skylit greys
Infinite songs which will always stay

She fell to earth in a storm you see
Makeup of crowds in disbelief
Thinking that this ain't how it ought to be
The floor is cold without love you see

but she said, in her head
       we're gonna need all the love we can get
but she said, in her head
        you should be loving someone instead


And through it all, she remembers how her little brother stole her phone and she swore at her mother
And time would have only told if she'd have found another/
Had a child and found her perfect summer

But paper plates are wet today, they bend and fold unlike silver weights
She was gonna learn to drive someday
And share her feeling she found with Grande

She fell to earth in a storm you see
Makeup of crowds in disbelief
Thinking that this ain't how it ought to be
The floor is cold without love you see

but she said, in her head
       we're gonna need all the love we can get
but she said, in her head
        you should be loving someone instead


She won't have those tombstone blues
even though she never finished school
She's too busy smiling over you
And the love we shared through music news

             religion isn't a violent addiction
                       but this is just our intermission
to solve it
dissolve.


she said - in her head
love someone instead.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ei3Tm4vQcZg&feature=youtu.be - my song here.
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