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A silence with you
Is not
a silence

But a moment rich
with peace
 May 2013 Jay Wasnothing
AM
Today I sat in class
Watching the clock tick towards three,
Filling my mind with fantasies
Of where I'd rather be
And thinking
I'm fed up with reality

Yes, I need change
My conscious mind agrees

I've grown tired of the same old faces
The same old routines
The same old places

But
I think
If I could be happy as easily
As moving around my schedule
Wouldn't I just
be?


It was in that moment
I begun to see
I'm just tired
Of being me
I don't rhyme often, so I'm not sure if this sounds any good
Also the whole poem does not rhyme and is not meant to
Who's always taking pictures
Who's always on the scene
Snaps the Stars at their worst
Bikini thunder thighs with cottage cheese

He catches Stars out jogging
When they are a sweaty slimy mess
That is when this Paparazzi
Is at his photogenic best

He finds them out to dinner
Makes sure their forks are full
So he can catch them stuffing face
Halle Berry...you've just been schooled

The Stars have no idea how much
It is that they need him
To keep their names in the press
And their butts down at the gym

He loves the feeling that he gets
Adrenalin rush that keeps him high
Never is a job complete
Till he can make a Big Star cry

There's not a project that he won't take on
The one in which he is most proud
The pic of the President having lunch with the aliens
That photo shop was his brain child

So give it up for the Paparazzi
Who entertains in the grocery isle every day
Giving us all the latest scoop
On who is and isn't gay

Yes, without the Paparazzi
We would never be in the know
And now knowing all that Hollywood does
We can be thankful for a life that's dull!
I pulled an old photograph
Out of a lonely box
Laying on the side of the road in a ditch
Half submerged with a broken lock

The first photo was of a girl
No more than the age of ten
From that moment forward
Is where the journey began

I found it strange that every shot she was in
She appeared alone
Yes, she stood in every picture by herself
As I watched her grow

I saw one in her teenage years
In a captured moment where she was deep in love
The grin she had from ear to ear
Told the story well enough

Time moves on rather quickly
And so did the photos of her life
I came next to a picture where
She became someones wife

Shortly after there was a photo
Where you could see her husband went off to war
It showed in the sadness of her eyes
That he never did return

Just by the expression on her face
I knew what she was going through
And that the love they both had shared
Is what she had most valued

From that point on there was photo after photo
Where she had never found another
It showed in the deepening lines across her face
Her husband had been her only lover

The last picture that I came to
Was of a woman on her death bed
That is when I closed the box
And never opened it again
I write to fly
I write to die
I hope one day
You and I
Can see
Into each others eye
Eye to eye
I know we will be fine
When I look into your eyes
Everything feels undefined
We are one
No judgements
Just you and I
Time doesn't stop for us
And that's just fine
Because I want to die
When our eyes find each other
We will see each other
Forever
On the other side
Some friends will never understand
people never can
what you see
is impossible to them

even to the closest friends
what we all see is indifferent
why cant we all just respect it
and not let whats different affect it

I wish people would see what i see
then things would be
a beautiful rainbow of clouds in the sea
like a abstract painting

with tons of colorful fishys
flowing with the current
no one going against it
opening paths that were once forbidden

we can all be accepted
free to be
without judgement here in the sea
adventures for everyone
for all those beautiful beings

a true journey  
with leaves that fall
to let us know
our time is short and sometimes cold
but we have each other to keep warm

forgetting the sun
we have warmth from within
a soul with a smile
that can warm it all

its like im looking through eyes
that are watching something bizarre
a fairy tale world out there
large plants that touch the clouds making my toes curl

color everywhere like a cone of ice cream swirls
with a light that lights it up just for us to make it flavorsome
bugs light up the the sky near when i see myself in the stars, i stare
in awe i notice bugs on the ground near that scare

we are fairys
living in a abstract mystical world
wings are clipped
but i guarantee i will still fly

life is to short for us.
And this.
To be acting like someone don't belong.
we live in a world where everything is different
from who we are to what we do

we live in a world where we really don't even know who we are
or why we are
its such afar
luckily im here for it all

its a gift to me here in the bizarre
 May 2013 Jay Wasnothing
AM
Gone
 May 2013 Jay Wasnothing
AM
Your perfect mouth forms
An inundation of sweet nothings
But your eyes don't echo the words

You hold my face like I mean something
But the reflections in your eyes show only
The ghosts of lovers past

Your body radiates beckoning warmth
I inhale your subtle scent
You're human
You're real
Every sense I possess tells me so

But as I reach for you
All I grasp is air
It slips between my fingers
And sends a chill through my body

Your electricity lingers in my lips, my fingertips, my breath
Raising goosebumps on my arms
Running a current along my spine

I yearn to again
Electrocute myself with your touch
I ache to feel your vitality
I long for a phantom
A man whose thoughts I will never again invade
I long for a memory
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