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Jamison Bell Nov 2022
Pride lies slain and strewn.
Splayed out before the Morning Star.
Eviscerated Appreciation still drips from the rafters.
Ego is a writhing dance floor for the flames that eat as they sway.
Envy, Admiration, and Love cower like beaten dogs.
And Hope. She fought well.
Now she dares not leave the well.
So what’s left?
They’re all dead or in hiding.
Can I know now why I’m here?
And
Can I smoke in here?
Jamison Bell Jun 2022
Oh to be of such terrible character.
You'd think it would accompany grief.
Nay says I with such attributes.
Tis can be but relief.

Will they or won't they like you?
You already know the answer.
So drink as much as you like
And then belt out some Tiny Dancer.

It solves all your problems in earnests.
Will you ever be happy, maybe succeed in life?
Of course not because you're terrible.
You'll get nothing but hate and strife.

How you'll go about your days.
Wondering if they'll be finest kind.
Or course not you hapless idiot.
Because of you and what's in your mind.

So fret not if you'll ever find love.
Or a sensible reason for being.
Just soak in the fact that you're awful.
The relief is sorta like peeing.
Jamison Bell Dec 2018
I long for the day the wind blows my way and carries my ashes along.
Over the pines and boundary lines to become a part of the song.
At last I’m lost, again to the frost of those things better left unsaid.
Alone in my rapture my will short on stature, it won’t matter to be dead.
Jamison Bell Mar 2018
Well let’s shave off its skin now and turn up those tunes.
I’ve tried every move and you keep reading those runes.
Show me this love that you buried up on that hill.
You can’t swallow your pride so I’ll just swallow these pills.
Now keep up the banner that you so proudly stand by.
The one you and I know is just another **** lie.
Pan died alone by the forest and glens.
But he never claimed that he would die for our sins.
So take up your pen and say what’s never been said.
The ink’s drying fast and I’m already dead.
Jamison Bell Oct 2023
It's a good thing I don't have anyone in my life to worry about me.
I've been ******* a crazy amount of blood over the past three days.
Jamison Bell May 2017
So many lies to tell.
The black lies are the ones that matter.
These are the ones that destroy lives.
Reinforced by the need for the illusion.

There's a reason they call them little white lies.
Because they don't matter.
So is that what we are?
Little white lies.

So therein lies the problem I'd say.
Stop. Telling. Lies.
Or, never start to begin with.
What would life be then?

Still a lie.
Jamison Bell Oct 2019
From my porch it looks black, the tree
It stands alone upon a crest in the field. The sun takes hold of its roots every morning. Pulls itself up over the horizon.
I haven’t walked out there. I prefer to know the tree as I see it from my porch. A callous and charred reminder of the cruelty of time. Screaming silently in stark contrast to the onslaught of a new day.
I can’t imagine not seeing that tree every morning. I don’t want to. And yet I can’t tell it how much it means to me. How I’ll feel if I wake up one day and it’s gone.
Just as that tree has but a few branches left as do I people that matter to me. And just like that tree. These people couldn’t possibly fathom the heart gutting angst the loss of them would cause me.
Tonight a billion photons will bounce off the moon and land in the arms of that tree. While I get high on the porch and mourn the fact that much like these people I do covet. I’ll never mean as much to this ****** tree as it does to me.
Jamison Bell Dec 2018
Here is what I’m drinking
And why yes I have been thinking
In your eyes, between your thighs, I find myself just sinking
So here’s what I goes
Let’s see where this thing propose
On your nerves, along your curves, I might just bite your toes
No way am I too *****
I’ve still got lots of drunk
But now you’ve gone and brought up kids and my ***** done up and shrunk
Jamison Bell Jan 2022
I’m going to write you a poem
This one is just for you
It’ll be yours to have and hold
And I promise you it’s true

I can rest my eyes upon a thousand setting suns
The dressings of fire and water splayed across an ethereal landscape
Each one a symphony unto its own in splendor
And with the conviction of a hurricane
The only ones I’ll remember
Are the ones I watched with you
Jamison Bell Jan 2019
You’re a dream as if woven by Arachne herself
A blood moonlit stream, ever changing in color
Your heart sounds like hard rain on a tin roof
Crimson lips moistened by tears long reigned in
Blind words stumble out drunk off the moment
And before the light from Venus could get use to the depth of your eyes
I fell in love
With you
This one’s about the time I dropped my last cigarette in a puddle. I cried for three days. I can’t imagine anything worse.
Jamison Bell Oct 2018
Love is the drunk driver of our lives. We can’t control the ******* and yet we blindly jump in every time the silly ******* bangs a u turn, jumps the curb, and shouts to “get in the ****** car there’s no time to explain”!
It’s insane when you think about it. People die over this ****. Horrible movies are made about it. It inflicts millions every year. Does the cdc know about this?
Yet here I am. Side of the road. I just opened the door, tuck and roll. I don’t know where I am or how to get back to where I was.
But I think I’m ok.
That crazy ******* missed the turn and went off the cliff. Screaming some **** about happiness and *******.
She’ll be back.
She always comes back.
Jamison Bell Sep 2021
You’re standing in line to get a coffee
and some lady is speaking Spanish.
You can’t believe your ears as you order your favorite danish.
You whirl around with all the fury of a cat five hurricane
Because suddenly everyone should witness your obvious disdain
“This right here is America and in America we speak English
I should know, I’m from here, I’m a cunning linguist”
You throw a fit and yell at her as if you’re so entitled
Unleashing your opposing views your hatred is unbridled
But here’s a lil secret of which I’m sure you’re unaware
You could drop down dead right then and not a single soul would care
We’re just going to step right over you while you lay there huffin
Honestly I don’t care
I just want my ****** muffin
So you go on about your tantrum about how nothing's ever fair
I’ll just go to where you aren’t  and I’ll be over there
Jamison Bell Jun 2019
Looking back
Remembering how it slipped between your fingers
Like that golden sand that you imagined was real
And even though the shimmer fades
As the day slinks off
And the wolves start serenading the moon
That one grain of sand remains in the palm of my hand
Perhaps it’s hope
Or just a reminder
Of a dream unrealized
Jamison Bell Dec 2018
Cats and dogs will have their day to see god and ask him why.
They’ll talk of **** that we pulled down here and they don’t know how to lie.
So mind your steps around these beast lest they curry the good lords favor.
You may well find yourself in the pit of hell, no rest just **** and labor.
Jamison Bell Jun 2017
My story?
I know you didn't ask.
I love two women.
They're both off getting plowed by other people.
I'm trying to drink myself to death because my heart disease is too painful.
Yayyyyy life.
Jamison Bell Oct 2017
Everyday, in the freshly fallen snow of a new day.
I look for her tracks.
And everyday, they're still headed away from me.
So I sleep.
In the hope that tomorrow.
In the freshly fallen snow of a new day.
When I look for her tracks.
Tomorrow.
Jamison Bell Mar 2018
Pack up your bowls and check on your pockets.
Take out my eyes and stick your fingers in the sockets.
I’ve been your dog and I’ve played your game.
The least you could do is to call out my name.

Well the tourist have gone and I’m still standing here.
I know you can see that I just want to be clear.
So you have your fun until the rivers run dry.
And I’ll still be here because I believed the lie.

So just tidy it up and we’ll tell the devil we know
The moon is too high to have seen this show
Don’t say it first, don’t you cast that stone.
That dog is done dead let’s just leave it alone.

And now I’ll retreat to the back of your mind.
You could only hope that I would treat you in kind.
But it’s really not safe and there is no light.
Where I put things to suffer and out of my sight.

So trademark that **** and put a stamp on your thigh.
I’ll be smoking my dreams staring at the sky.
We’ll grease our thoughts and set them free of our will
Then we’ll bury their corpses out back on Blue hill.
Jamison Bell Dec 2023
I'm just not sure I trust it. This silly mind of mine. It's not without it's purpose though, as it helps me tow the line. I'm still not sure I trust it, this silly mind of mine.

It's an ever evolving, problem solving, slowly dissolving, mass of electric jelly. And they tell me to trust my gut. Isn't that part in my belly?

Nope I will not trust that thing. Nor this illusion we share in kind. My perception is askew in this silly mind of mine.
Jamison Bell Oct 2016
Some say it is like magic.
Some say it's not meant to be.
I'll tell you my friend what's tragic.
If you don't see what I want you to see.

There is a beauty in the serenity.
And the serenity is what you seek.
Perception gives beauty an infinity.
To be the serenity of which you speak.

Perhaps I may have lost you.
My thoughts are at least chaotic.
This line of thinking is past due.
Because you may think it psychotic.

The serenity, beauty, and balance.
A harmonious trio indeed.
Acquisition would take many talents.
There's an easier way to succeed.

Just put aside your wicked ego.
You don't need it ''tis but a waste.
Let that zen of your childhood regrow.
Back when your pride you had yet to taste.

Beauty itself is flawed.
In that it is entirely subjective.
Into your conscious has clawed.
The idea that it must be collective.

Nay my friend I assure you.
There is serenity in the chaos.
Let your surroundings subdue you.
Any other action would be your loss.

The blood and the screaming.
The dust, the sweat, and the fear.
On the face of the demon who's dreaming.
I can tell you he is always near.

So you may as well look my friend.
Find the beauty that lies in his soul.
For if he should awake my friend.
His serenity will take its toll.
Let him sniff the paint cans honey.
Jamison Bell Oct 2017
This here, is poem two hundred.
Nothing rhymes with hundred.

Well it's been a few years since you've been gone.
My mind done left me, it went out for cigarettes and never came back.
Just like my Pa.
And my dog.
My mom,
The UPS girl.
Yup.
So anyway. The heater broke a while back.
Yeah our sow Peggy died.
My kin and I we'd each take a night spooning her.
Warmest **** pig you ever snuggled I'll tell you what.
I miss mind.
You don't have a tarp, some crayons, and an ax by any chance?
Yup.
I lost my mind the day she went thataway.
She mighta taken it with her.
So she took that and the remote control.
My thumb says your from Alabama but you don't smell like jelly.
Yup.
Having her in my life was as good as dropping the toast and having it land butter side up.
Cause then it's still good.
You leaving?
Where ya going?
To get cigarettes?
Jamison Bell Oct 2021
I like autumn fires
Hues of amber and crimson
I like my bourbon on the rocks
So that if I hold it up to the light
It looks like the sun riding up of glaciers
I like not being reminded
Of who I am
I like that feeling you get when you run your cold hands under warm water
I like to think about it every now and then
Until it hurts
Then I stop
And I think about you
I like that most of all
Jamison Bell Oct 2022
Let's pretend it never ends and instead goes on like this forever. That reality bends life suspends and we never again say never.
We could sit and watch the stars go out and just eat caramel.
Tickle your *** with a blade of grass and see what time would tell.

Ponder the moment that happened before and see who laughs out first.
Drink all the whiskey in Ireland if only to quench our thirst.
Dance with the waves though not with the bears but under an autumn moon.
And never or ever say never again because never would just be too soon.
Jamison Bell Oct 2022
Are you still there?
In the mist, where I left you.
Under a crumbling sky.
We were alone
And I couldn't understand why you were looking at me.
Wisps of fog march passed us.
Like an undead army from an ancient battle.
You sounded more frustrated than anything.
So I left you there.
I still think about you.
On those dewy mornings.
As the sun breaks over the trees and sets the world on fire.
I'll smile to myself
"the **** was I thinking?"
Jamison Bell May 2016
There was a time, she said to me not so long ago.
It made me think about the things I don't already know.

I don't know if she loved me, her feelings were unclear.
I can tell you how my hands would shake whenever she came near.

I don't know where the light is, I can't seem to find the switch.
I can tell what the dark is like, she's a vacuous soulless *****.

I don't know how to "love" myself, I can be quite the ****.
My apathetic nihilism is enough to make me sick.

I don't quite get consumerism, is this something I should know?
Buying **** that I don't need just to help the market flow?

I once claimed to play piano, the fact is that I don't.
I could say that I want to, the fact is that I won't.

So many things left unmentioned, these things I don't know.
Like lightening bugs and that crazy bioluminescent glow.

There is something that should be said before I have to leave.
About a certain someone I keep tucked up in my sleeve.

She calls me out and lays me down stealing every breath.
A demeanor so befitting it would puzzle even Death.

Of all the things that I know so very little of.
She would be the only one that I could say I loved.
Jamison Bell Jul 2016
I remember with staggering clarity the moment it happened. I remember wondering if anyone else experienced it. I thought maybe it was a stage. That I had released the booster rockets and was now drifting amongst a collection of others who had come upon the same realizations.
Everyone just seemed so callous at the time. Apathy had been branded into them. I couldn't understand it. I insisted that the world had become confused and mired. I implored that we must continue to care, that despite life and its failings we must do our best.
I got knocked down. I got up. I got knocked down. I got back up. Except now I was different. I had decided that I would become the mirror. That I would show the world it's true nature by becoming what it had wanted me to become all along.
I became hate incarnate.
Jamison Bell May 2019
Jasper colored skies, the night encroaches and even though I feel like a cold Tuesday morning I see in your eyes a darkness that would steal the breath from me.
Blackbirds silhouetted against the hues of your silence dance about the yard. How in the world could anyone love you? Tears born of a memory tear the shadows from your eyes and run for the border of your face.
Sometimes it hurts so much you want to rip it from your breast and throw it at the wall. If only to see if you could hit the garbage can. But instead you paint your world the colors of your soul as you see fitting. Onyx and crimson tides abound.
You’ll stand out amongst the galaxies and sway to the sounds of thunder in the distance. While laughing at the futile hopes of a dying star. So again the question arises like that of the sun, who has come back around to answer it again.
How indeed.
Jamison Bell Jan 2019
Roses are red
Violets are blue
If you need a book to teach you morality, ethics, and how not to be a ****.
There’s something wrong with you.
Jamison Bell Jun 2016
I won't lie and say I trust myself because the truth is that I don't.
I will lie and say I'll be there when, but the truth is that I won't.

I don't know what you want from me much less to what extent.
Most days I just push it through when other days I'm spent.

You may or may not have said those things believe them I just can't.
It's hard to pay attention when my mind it starts to rant.

"It's all absurd, listen not, for these words we hear are lies!
She doesn't love you she doesn't mean it, don't look into her eyes!"

Alas though I'll hang my head, to look into my drink.
Thank Buddah it isn't empty, this scotch it helps me think.

The amber cloud of liquid courage I've captured in this glass.
Brings to mind I'm out of smokes and these thoughts can kiss my ***.

**** the truth there's nothing there but misery and pain.
To soak a soul in smoke and scotch lest he go insane?

The illusion that I'm living I think will suit me fine.
I don't know how the story ends so I refuse to wait in line.

No materials that I want so much that I'll sacrifice my time.
When I could be here hoping you are reading every rhyme.

Well I've sorted all my quandaries relating to this matter.
Whether or not they give a **** could only serve to flatter.

To know the truth will woo the ego or feed my self loathing.
Another lie to tell thyself a wolf in some sheeps clothing.

I thank you though for hanging out as I wrestle with myself.
Choosing which illusion to pull down from the shelf.
Jamison Bell Jun 2019
When all the voices fade out
And you’ve forgotten
Everything that was said
And those words
That were wished upon
Die out like the stars
That couldn’t grant
Those same wishes
So the world becomes
That much colder
And the nights
That much longer
Jamison Bell Aug 2019
I hope one day you forgive yourself.

I hope you never have to know how much it hurts.

I hope you’ll turn to face the sun, so it can tell the universe just how beautiful you are.

I hope that you’ll see who I see when I look at you.

I hope a butterfly lands on you.

I hope one day you cry because you’re happy.

I hope that someone tickles your heart.

I hope you get to live at least one dream.

I hope I see you before you see me. So that I can have a moment. To court you, love you, and leave you. Before you do the same to me.

I hope. Not for me. For you.
Jamison Bell Oct 2022
I never saw myself in your eyes.
Perhaps it was because you were looking through me.
At the setting sun.
The falling snow.
Or was it someplace you'd yet to see?
A distant galaxy.
Where you could finally shed away the preconceptions.
The misconceptions.
Swimming in a sea of starlight.
It's not where I found you.
It's not where I left you.
Still.
I hope you find it.
Jamison Bell Dec 2021
What scares me. Is you feeling for one minute the way I feel everyday.
Jamison Bell Sep 2017
"Jamie." She said.
"Could you write me something?"
The inflection was in the "me", the "something" reflected a longing. Was it a longing to have me specifically, pen something for her? Or was she going to be happy just to be regarded? Regardless. I wrote this.

This moment will come to pass, I'm presumptuous this way.
But as sure as there'll be another amber sky, I'll think of you one day.
Of where you were here and now and that look you wear so well.
And I'll hope that you are happy with no regrets that you would sell.
Perhaps it is life's fancy and we may meet again one day.
You'll greet me with that smile that makes me search for words to say.
So whether this is it and our paths aren't due to cross.
Or we find ourselves with ourselves because we are simply lost.
I wish for you the best my friend a rarity you are to I.
Your presence was a present but I must say goodbye.
Jamison Bell Jun 2022
To look in her eyes'
is to fall into a forest from space
A screaming daydream,
and a sensual nightmare
Her flesh in hues bourbon,
the streams of condensation
As inescapable as an event horizon,
as cataclysmic as a supernova
One night with her could be too much,
one lifetime with her wouldn't be enough
She's a no cheese, extra ketchup, add pickles fox,
and a stand up, fall down, **** this kinda of girl.
And my soul be ******,
if I can't be there when her world implodes
Jamison Bell Sep 2021
The ghosts of summer step thru me
An ominous breeze
Accompanied by darkened clouds
Callously tears the leaves off the trees
I’d smile if it didn’t remind me of you

Trying to remember what it was
That would make me smile again
Despite the smell of death in the air
The feel of isolation
Then it occurs to me wherein that smile lies
With you
Jamison Bell Jun 2019
It’s like standing before a sun that pauses at the horizon before spilling out over the ocean
Or when you find yourself alone with Hephaestus and you know there are demons just beyond the firelight
Even as if it were one of those gifts you receive simply because the person saw it and thought of you
Yeah. It’s like that. That’s when you know. When those ancient celestial photons actually fight to be the light in her eyes. And you fall face first for the person she is when she thinks no one is watching.
Jamison Bell Jul 2019
The mightiest of hero’s
Known both far and wide
Long to fight in battles
Standing by his side

They tell tales of his deeds
Banner men and the squires
Of how he used the rivers
To dose the dragon fires

Kings and lords envy him
The maidens trail behind
They say he’s not just mighty
They say he’s also kind

It’s said he rains down lightening
Thunder from the skies
They say his farts are noxious
And he shoots lasers from his eyes

Jaxon is the mightiest
Of Vikings and the like
Just ask his latest foe
His head is on that pike

So let his tales be known
Lest trouble should come near
If Jaxon is around
There is nothing there to fear
Jamison Bell Feb 2022
I want to burn it all down but I don’t want the responsibility
To laugh at a joke I didn’t hear while drinking from an empty cup
To see her again for the first time and then never again
I’d consume her from the within and never shat her out
Wherein did I leave myself?
The old me.
Under that bridge
Still waiting for the storm to pass
He’ll die there, if he hasn’t already
To hear Fur Elise once more
Under an August moon
I’d die to live in the heart of another
What good is there in good if apathy is king and are we out of maple syrup
Jamison Bell Jan 2023
I never knew you, I never met you, I never saw you.
I never heard you, I never touched you, I never felt you.
And yet, somehow.
I’ll never forget you.
Jamison Bell Apr 2022
You there lad! Fetch my quill.
And the ink bottle there on the windowsill.
Now fetch more coal and parchment quick.
And shut the door lest I get sick.

There’s this thought that has come to pass.
It’s about a thing that wouldn’t last.
Forgotten people worth forgetting.
A different song in a forgetful setting.

Long ago I watched you by
Some passing stars up in the sky
I set about to know you then
Shooting stars don’t shoot again

It’s that person that you’re sure you know.
If not from now then long ago.
And there you are so sure of them.
But you don’t know where much less when.

But then there’s this unspoken thing.
Annnnnd I just lost interest in going any further.
This is just awful.
You should go shower.
Jamison Bell Nov 2022
Back in the day, oh I’d say about 1952.
I remember it well, as time would tell, they’d just invented the left shoe.

Me and Pa had gone a huntin, fer at least sumtin, that mama could put in the ***.
We’d done eatin every inch of that pig includin what Pa called the knot.
Pa’d just told me that he was also my brother and Ma was my first cousin too.
A **** ran by him, I shot off his limb, and now he needs a right shoe.
Jamison Bell Sep 2019
I imagine you’re sitting there. Listening intently. Hanging onto every word until the next one comes along. There are bottles on the counter and nobody cares what time it is.
A mist of existential reconciliation permeates the room and that ****** candle just will not die. Your eyes are doing that thing again. Where the spirit of the one caught by them, longs to throw itself to their mercy.
You’re going to smile and the room might as well fold in on itself because nothing else will matter at that moment. The moon tries so hard to get a glimpse but the blinds are pulled.
And I, the wretched Hop Frog (it’s a Poe reference), clawing away at my chest from another world away. Desperately trying to get at my heart, if for no other reason than to prove that it’s there.
Jamison Bell Aug 2019
It comes from feeling incomplete
Loneliness
It’s a poison
Eventually it gets to be too much
And the cure
It isn’t just someone
It’s the one
The hand in the dark
The one that smiles when you walk into a room
The whisper that asks if you’re ok
Absent these things
The loneliness thrives
Until the soul says enough
Jamison Bell Aug 2019
When I saw you there in the rain. The red light from the drugstore sign draped over your shoulders. Your hair clinging to your cheeks and how the raindrops fell from your lips. And I thought about what you’d said before. That time in the car.
You went out and bought that fragrance. And I remember because the sun was about to call it a night. So it kissed you on the cheeks and I could see your breath as you let out a longing sigh. Your cheeks, left in a soft crimson afterglow.
Since then. I’ve been pondering whether or not I should cut out my tongue. Lest I say those words in the wrong order. The ones that can’t be taken back. The ones that stain the fabric of what we’ve woven. Though there are times I’m sure I was working this loom alone.
And so Andromeda waltzes onto the celestial stage in a dress of light and smoke. Wistfully twirling about a star speckled landscape as mysterious as she is mesmerizing. She leaves me with an enchanting sadness.
Exhausted fingers fall in thuds on the keyboard. Tired of raging against the might of apathy they trudge through a swamp of words. Scouring the sludge in hopes of finding just the right combination.
Before the echo of an empty whiskey bottle awakens the moon again. And the coyotes emerge from the tree lines to beg the moon for forgiveness. Could you tell me again? Could you tell me why? Just one more time.
Jamison Bell Sep 2019
I’d love to stay and chat, but if I don’t tilt these windmills before the high wears off I fear they’ll abscond away with my purpose during the night.  
It’s an illusion for sure, but it’s mine. Crafted out of fear it walks in front of my shadow before every setting sun. A lumbering tangled tragedy.
Suffer me not should you find my sincerity to be askew. Cast your earth upon me and bid me ado. Lest I become that which you loath and thereby myself.
Your coffee grows cold and my mule died last night, again. And yet this morning I’ll ride that steed off to meet the day. The same day from the day before.
Fret not, your confusion is entertained and I The never good enough Knight of a broken table will leave it to the days to come to forget I was here.
I’ve died a thousand times trying to get over the rainbow and unknowingly breached every rule that would have garnered a love to span the stars.
So tired is the day that carries my woes. Endeavoring an idea as foolish as the ones that preceded it. Dogs that come home to die under the porch.
My banner in shreds to whims of a southerly wind. Decorated in celebration to my victorious battles. Thus it is just an old t shirt of a smiley face.
I had to throw you up amongst the celestial backdrop of my dreams so that if I needed you, for once, you’d be there. Asleep behind the wheel of my every thought.
Jamison Bell Dec 2018
Because if there was anything I was ever meant to do on this ****** planet. It was to make sure you never knew the soul crushing loneliness and sadness I feel everyday. So whether you have any love for me or not. I’ll die by the sword that does anything but make you feel otherwise.

Amber mornings and sapphire nights
Your misty eyes, in my mind, forever changing
Your nails like black tourmaline
Gliding like skates across my memories
Lying awake at night
Blowing smoke in the moons face
Writhing under the weight
Like the snake to the eagle
Twisting and fighting for the surface
For just one more breath
To tell you
I love you
Jamison Bell Oct 2020
Those frosted amber days of fall have come into fruition
Leaves fall like money dropped, the trees just paying tuition

The dew upon the spiders web as if all she caught were diamonds
And sunlight spills out on the valley to nudge the sleeping highlands

Tell me then just what you said from behind that veil of fire
That night we saw it all come down and you called the moon a liar

These days fall short of 5 o’clock and the night is extra quiet
It hangs its head and drags its feet with no one to stand by it

I’ll tell you what you told me as your lips were burned away
You said “maybe, I don’t know. But I can’t, not here today”

This is why I don’t mind that there’s a vacancy in my life
No confusion to be sorted out no cursing and no strife

So I’ll drag my feet along with the night through streams of dying leaves
And those who see me on the rivers shore will know the one who grieves
Jamison Bell Jul 2017
I lost track of what's considered sane and what's considered insane. The internet came along one day. Kicked in the ****** door and the world said "**** yeah!"
Now you can watch drug dealers chop each others heads off on one tab, Rachael Ray cooking a shoe on another tab, all while playing strip poker with three Filipino chicks, from another country.
So now I tend to lose focus.
Because of the variety of things to explore online.
That's why I smoke crack.
Crack has gotten me to focus harder in my life on my goals. I'm always focused on getting more crack.
Which, thanks to the internet, has gotten a lot easier. It is a buyers market after all.
Yup. Thanks to crack and the internet. We can explore the world via the online experience at our leisure all while staying focused on that which is most important to us. You guessed it. Buying more crack.
Taking in the beliefs, ideologies, and cultural differences calls about or should I say demands a new perspective. The rules of civility and morality are going to need a rewriting.
And as soon as I get more crack. I'll start working on it.
Jamison Bell Sep 2017
I want to give up and put down this pen.
To turn back time and begin again

Another chance to compose this rhyme.
Perhaps I'll get it right next time

There's no doubt that I am simply broken.
For me in this life there is no token.

So lay me down and strike down a match.
Let the fire reign and close the hatch.

And perhaps the gods will grant a new life.
One with more love and a lot less strife.
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