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Jason Feb 15
They all start the same,
Three stars on a page.

Well, they're not really stars, are they?
Just three circles with some extending rays.

But they must bring luck, or maybe inspiration,
Since I can still write with muse on vacation...

Three hours I searched for that airport, lost on the highway,
Man, if I'd have found it, I'd have parked right on the runway.

I didn't, I stalled on a service road, out of gas and engine dead,
And laid on the cold concrete, contemplating blowing off my head.

I need not have worried, or wasted my time on doubt,
'Cause when her plane flew over it obligingly tore my heart out.

Three days I waited to hear if she'd landed,
It'd still be another three weeks before I felt abandoned.

Three years later I was still waiting, did I give up too soon,
The night my heart broke under the October moon?

I knew she was standing under that same autumn sky,
But I finally understood,
That she stood under it with some other guy.

These stars are all I have left of her, nearly three decades later,
Three thousand stars on a thousand pages,
That are really just the holes in old notebook paper.
© 02/15/21 Jason R. Michie All Rights Reserved
Jason Jan 25
Words pour from my heart
Staining the page crimson
Shaking hand spatters ink
Pens azure life-blood leaking
Rhythmic refuge reverie
Beatboxed spittle
Tears accompany
Washing ink-blood
Into drumstick-pen dents
Petite purple puddles
Small seas of sadness
Storm-tossed soul
A sailor searching
Three-ring horizons
For spiral-bound cyclones
© 01/25/21 Jason R. Michie All Rights Reserved

Writing, like music, is a refuge to me. Writing is the only means I posses of giving physical form to the constant storm inside me. The act of translation from soul/heart/mind to written word can heal and destroy. Indeed, one might think one must be destroyed in order to be created anew. Scars support this theory.
Jason 6d

I love you
I miss you
I want you
I need you

You are every hope
You are every dream
You are my only wish

© 04/11/21 Jason R. Michie All Rights Reserved
Jason Mar 10
Expecting my hands to be soft,

Is understandable,

Not seeing the scars there,

That's classic.
© 03/08/21 Jason R. Michie All Rights Reserved
Jason Mar 3

I am a mouse tempted by scent of cheese,

                                                        ­      I am a little lever,
                                                    by wightish weight released.

                                                                     I am the

         Tip me over and off I go,

                                        just as mapped,

                                                       Chain reactions
                                                                ­               crashing
                                                                ­                          choreographed.

                                                 ­               I am the ball bearing on its
                                                                ­                                     tilted track,

                                                         ­            Precariously poised
                                                                ­    awaiting that last flat

                                                               ­               CRACK!

                                                       ­    Startling astart at starting gun,

Gravity-well-willing I wobbly-spin-roll-run,

                                          ­                Back and forth I wander like a top,

Dizzily confused when off the end I
                                                                ­     plop.

                                                  It's alright, everyone, I'm okay,

This cup was here to catch me...              luckily.

                                                  Ah, I'm the cup too, of course,

                                      Rattling 'round rampant without remorse.

                              It's not a problem, I've already served my purpose,

                                  Ball-bearing-brained, I was useful for impetus.

                                  Downward-driven delivering incidental dues,

                         I am now the toy robot set off on a cruise,

               Wheels turning, less one brain (lest I hurt myself)

        Wound-up tight only to travel the length of a shelf.

Gears ground, I spark-stumble-halt,

      I've kicked the bucket, but it's nobodies fault:

                I'm also the water cascading through air,

                                                           ­   Splashing happily,
                                                        but predictably,
                                                   to be fair.

                            Sloppily graceful I stick the landing,

Releasing the cage, design-demanding.

 ­                      robot

I might even be the little mouses tiny outrage.

It seems I was all the pieces of the trap I set,

Honestly, everything fits just fine, except:

We seem to be missing one of the architects.
© 03/02/21 Jason R. Michie All Rights Reserved
Jason 3d
I supercharge every thought, every idea.
I pursue each concept and emotion to their ultimate possible conclusion(s).
I excite every particle to impossible speeds, spinning and colliding, combining and fusing.
Old painful emotions combine with new jarring thoughts and,
A new element is created.  
It is violent and eviscerating evolution at breakneck speeds.
And it never ceases.
Or slows.
It's not all bad though,
As I said, new elements are always being created,
New concepts,
Differing perspectives,
Brand-spanking-new thoughts created from the raging fires of the old.
I am far too logical to discard a thought, however painful.
It must be run through the particle accelerator,
Again and again,
Until it collides with so many other ideas
That it is completely obliterated,
By the formation of a new and superior understanding.
Jason Feb 23
I'm an ant
Having an epiphany
In the beam of a flashlight
© 02/23/21 Jason R. Michie All Rights Reserved
Jason Apr 2

It's not an altar

If I don't worship upon it

(Even if I still whisper prayers)

It's not a pedestal

If you don't stand atop it

(Only, I still look up to you)

It's not a quest

If you're no princess

And I'm no hero

(Yet, I still seek out dragons)

It's not a dream

If there's no hope

(And I still wake a million miles from you)

© 04/02/21 Jason R. Michie All Rights Reserved
Jason Apr 8
She ghosts me in April.

No plane crash, this time, to make me think she's dead tho, she's losing her touch...

I guess I will hear from her in 25 years?

I better start saving up for that high-powered Rascal scooter.  

Maybe I'll be able to catch her next time...
I shouldn't have posted all this. Funny or not I'm not out to be mean, just feeling salty. :(
Jason Feb 5
Overcast and delicious
Wonderful yet suspicious
Flowers blooming
In a sky without blue
And even the grass is
Shining like new

On a bed of ash
I dance with the flames
I'd tell you again
But it's all in the name

My hands grow tired
From tending the fire
But the highest of heights
Exists to inspire

Passion drifts by
Feelings so high
I can't help but notice
The pain in my side

Destruction so swift
Catches my eye
Helpless and ******
I let it slip by

I'm sure that they know
Facts left in tow

Frailty is shattered
Mindless and battered
I reach for my faith
To withdraw scattered

Ages of time are
Sprinklings of dust
Seduced by sound
And tempted by lust

Why free the soul
To shackle the mind
Taken as whole
Cast out as swine

Show me the way
Pointless to say
In a box to exist
A strange-fated twist

Wanting to feel
A feeling of want
Questions and answers
Dance about and taunt
©1997 Jason R. Michie All Rights Reserved
Jason Mar 3
Ah shiny approval,

Warm and soothing on the skin,

Absorbed like a lizard,

When one is hypervigilant.
©03/02/21 Jason R. Michie All Rights Reserved

Thanks for all the love HP!
Jason Oct 2020

To wallow in and under drown,

To shape a tear, to form a frown.

Exaggerations embracing pain,

They weave a spell to summon rain.

A heart to crush, a mind to flood,

And veins that throb with rivers blood.

Confusion swims where soft truth flies,

A cauldron to mix a concoction of lies.

These fires scar, yet sear no flesh,

While times slow healing turns souls to ash.
© 1998 Jason R. Michie All Rights Reserved
Jason 6d
Just wanna give a shout out to my mom and dad,

Who got married a full 3 months before I was born,

But despite whose valiant efforts,

I still turned out to be a *******.

With much love and luls ❤
Jason Mar 8
I believe that she believed I did something horrible.

I believe that having been convinced, she passed judgment on me.

I believe that she will not allow herself to be convinced otherwise.

I believe that people believe what they need to believe, truth or not.

I believe that the heart knows what to believe, even when we don't.
© 03/07/21 Jason R. Michie All Rights Reserved
Jason Jan 28
Song of love, twisted by welling darkness.

Vengeful art, practiced with vicious subtlety.

The softest lips whispered the hardest lies.

She exhaled an evocation of ethereal dreams,

Whose only prophecy was eternal sorrow.
©1996 Jason R. Michie All Rights Reserved

I was going through old notebooks, as you do, and found this. Circa ~ 1996

I usually don't post many of my darker pieces, don't think I liked this one much either tbh, but I felt like I should post it anyway, idk why. Feeling a bit dark today I guess.
Jason Feb 24
At least
If you're holding
A beer
You can blame
The beer
By asking someone
To hold said beer
While you do something insanely stupid.
© 01/23/21 Jason R. Michie All Rights Reserved
Jason Feb 21
The thrumming of feathered wings reveals a sight,

Shimmering seas of forgotten starlight.

The ocean of sorrow between us two,

Even in dark dreams, it carries me to you.

Yours is the only light in these lonely eyes,

The fiery sun in the expanse of my skies.

Lightning may strike, fire may burn,

Yet no evil will make my heart turn.

No matter how complicated the map to your door,

I know it leads me back to my love, my heart, my core.
©1999 Jason R. Michie All Rights Reserved
Jason 2d
So my cats are watching Dexter right now...
Yeah, you heard that right.
Two of them are kinda being alpha-y to each other,
They won't hang out in here at the same time,
So I leave a show on in the other room for the odd cat out.
Right now they're watching Dexter.
So I was just thinking,
Maybe that's not such a good idea,
Cats are already a bit murderous,
Maybe I shouldn't give them any ideas...
Jason Jan 29
Love is bitter from age and neglect
Chains to bear breaking my back
Eyes deceive, thoughts betray
Tongues lie, souls decay
Words, like fire, torture and burn
Fire is soothing, pain must be earned
Ears distrust like lifeblood flows
Time is unending, destructive, and slow
©1994 Jason R. Michie All Rights Reserved

Ok, I lied, maybe ONE more throwback!
Jason Oct 2020

Where once we met,

Passion stirred breezes for winds to form,

And drenched our hearts in it's growing storm.

Like clashing clouds each enveloped the other,

Releasing energies no depression could smother.

A thunderstorm raining lightning bolts,

Shamelessly shedding light in blinding jolts.

Water and Air, spinning, mixing, churning.

The chaos was music, the eye in a hurricane of yearning.

Oblivious, we destroyed, even as we created,

Endangered life as surely as rain sustains it.

The chaos of our perfect storm turned against us,

No music now, only the raging tempest.

Winds of passion calmed, storm-fronts collapsed within,

And the last teardrops of rain fell unforgiven.

Silence stretched, louder than any thunder,

Broken, after so long, by hope barely uttered.

With care hope grows, uplifts, and inspires,

Then sings of life, and love, and of passion like fire.

Testament to life, though unaware,

A butterfly batting its wings, stirring the smallest breath of air.

Now, a field of butterflies rise from dreams and cocoons,

A thousand tiny gusts of hope, born anew.

Innocent, they move the very sky,

Fledgling winds, breezes learning to fly,

Rising high above the meadow where they were born,

Quietly whispering prayers, of becoming a storm.
© 07/20/2020 Jason R. Michie All Rights Reserved
Jason Feb 26
In Soviet Russia,

Kids raise YOU.
Jason Apr 6
Are you afraid to get close to me,

Because I'm not how you expected I'd be:

Because I'm not what you told yourself to see?

Could it be that you avoided remembering me?
Jason Mar 1

~~TW - Child Abuse~~

Vision red with fear

Laced lighting white with pain

Green switch flare

Flushed pink with naked shame

Brown bark bares

Bruised blue by shouted name

Black eye 'neath sunglasses scares

Peoples faces purple with blame
© 03/01/21 Jason R. Michie All Rights Reserved

Lessons learned as a child, chromatically.

Some lessons are harder-learned than others.  

I learned very early on in life that violence was not the answer (and had it handily reiterated when I forgot).  

However, my way with words has always been a double-edged sword, and that has been one of the hardest lessons for me to learn.
Jason Mar 7
In Soviet Russia,

Consequence face YOU.
Jason Feb 25
There're always consequences for you,

But when you really love someone,

You'll make consequences for them too.
© 02/25/21 Jason R. Michie All Rights Reserved
Jason Mar 28
You hear it when you're not listening,

You see it when you stop looking,

You know it when you forget to think.

It resonates in the sounds of every day,

It dances among the scenes of your life,

It lingers at the edge of your thoughts but is never missing.

You sing along without knowing the words,

You dance without feeling the beat,

You know its meaning without defining it.

It is the song at the center of the universe,

The shared blood flowing between all things,

Every rock and tree, every child of starry sea,

You know it by heart.

©03/28/21 Jason R. Michie All Rights Reserved.
Jason Feb 26
-Scratches face-

"Y'all got any more of them rhymes?"

-Scratches face-

"I'll give ya a cheeseburger for some rhymes!"

-Scratches face-
Jason Feb 24
I curse like a drunken sailor with a stubbed toe and an eye full of Tabasco.
Is this even worth copyrighting?  Not really sure it's a poem lol :p
Jason Apr 10
Renegade, rebel, foul-mouthed malcontent
Abused, abandoned, discarded, youth misspent
Smoker, toker, poem-writing music maker
***-sellin', ****-it-oh-wellin', no-****-taker

I'd probably have had a criminal empire if I'd kept my course
Instead of being an estranged father and statistic of divorce
Unemployable, unstable, emotionally unavailable basket-case
Polo-shirt-khaki-wearin' fashion-victim of the corporate rat race

I coulda been a gangsta, a rocker, an actor, or even a ****-star
It woulda been easy with my childhood and my broken-*** heart
I coulda had money, mansions, cars, endless drugs, and ***-on-tap
Instead, I gave that all up for a hopeless hope and a lonely fap

I guess that sounds kinda pathetic, but even that's alright
Because it won't be long before little man yells, "Dad, let's play Fortnite!"

© 04/10/21 Jason R. Michie All Rights Reserved

Let's face it, I've always had a dad body. :p
Jason 6d

Dear Rapture,

It's been so many years, I'm so sorry to intrude,
I've so many things to say, but I've no desire to be rude,
I've tried to keep me locked away, during our long interlude,
I guess I've done okay, but so much has happened, and it isn't all good.

How are you?  I hope things are well.  I think about you, you know.
What've you been up to? Do tell! I haven't heard a word since so long ago.
I don't want to renew a war, but I had to either reach out or explode,
Tact's gone right out the door, for hope our hearts had adjacent zip codes.

What ever happened to you, what did you think, I wonder constantly,
You said give you space, or was it time, or was it just a slow-burn for me?
I always gave you the benefit of the doubt, but I just don't know lately...
I toss and turn, this garden bed feels like a grave, forgotten and buried.

The distance between us is further than any airline has ever been,
I'm sure that, like me, you've felt it growing since our relationships end.
I know we both hurt, we lost so many truths in all the confusion,
And I feel like the biggest loser of all because I lost my best friend.

If I sent this letter off, tear-stained and folded into a paper plane,
If it prevailed on the Trade Wind and soared away to your windowpane,
If it tapped ever-so-lightly, would you let it in or would you refrain?
Would you turn it away, unread, to dissolve in the Cascadian rain?

Maybe I'm hoping beyond hope, a delusional version of Lion-O's sight,
I just had to try one last time before we drift off into that long goodnight,
Though I go not gently, I'm no devil and I've no desire to cause a fright,
But hell, I'd wrestle all the angels in heaven if it was a question of might.

Well, I guess there's nothing I can do but fold it up and throw it hard,
Try not to shed a rogue tear when the movie gets to that part,
And whenever the clock says 2:22, 3:38, or 11:11, I'll wish on a star,
Truly, I just want you to know I care,

I love you,

© 04/12/21 Jason R. Michie All Rights Reserved
Jason Feb 22
She wanted all the benefits,
But none of the responsibility.

She needed me to love her,
But didn't want to care about me.

She expected me to follow her,
But she didn't want to lead.

She hoped I would decode her riddles,
But she wouldn't take the time to see.

She extracted a promise from me,
Then hid behind it like a tree.

She left me to live in chains,
But I am human, and I am free!

If she were to do all the things
That she expected of me,

Maybe she would swallow her pride,
And finally begin to understand me.
© 02/22/21 Jason R. Michie All Rights Reserved

Yeah yeah, I know, I keep changing it.  Fine-tuning ya know? :D
Jason 9h
We all have someone that digs at us
At least we dig each other
So when sickness turns my ego up
I know you'll act as a clever medicine
If I turn into another
Dig me up from under what is covering
The better part of me
Sing this song
Remind me that we'll always have each other
When everything else is gone
Jason Jan 6
We eviscerated our love as if on demand,
Like fictional characters with scissors for hands.

If life were a movie, we would have pieced it together,
Using all our hope we'd rebuild it stronger and better.

We'd have a book of movie quotes we could use for a brain,
Then we'd just have to get these claymation hearts animated again...

We'd have them personally reassembled by a Halloween king,
And expertly stitched at the hands of an undead queen.

Our spirits safe, inhabiting invincible dolls,
We could rewind time, so the bombs never breach the walls.

If it was something we drank that made us feel small,
Could there be a tiny cake that would reverse it all?

Could it be the golden ticket to the show where we met?
Or would an offer of friendship bring up confusion and regret?

You may believe that I'm only enchanted by the path not taken,
But I hope, that like me, you too are a dreamer awakened.
© 01/06/2021 Jason R. Michie All Rights Reserved
Jason Oct 2020

When the maelstrom ended, and Earth and Sky grew cool,

The Sky found itself adrift, a wandering fool.

Does the Earth think the Sky vacuous in flight?

Or does she know the wind only flees the cold night?

Does the Earth still remember, the Sky so far?

Does she still have a place for him in her heart?

When she sleeps, does she dream of clouds in blue sky?

When she wakes, is she warmed by the suns caring eye?

Would Earth say to Sky, you don't remember,

When Earth and Sky were young and lived as one ember.

Were you dancing in the trees, dazzled by stars?

Were you lost on the ocean, did you travel so far?

Silent Sky stirs, gathering mist and cloud,

And a light rain falls as the Sky thunders aloud:

Dear Earth, You are the reason I am spurred by the sun,

Your distance the very darkness from which I run.

Dear Earth, please know, it is not you that I flee,

I'm all around you, for you are the heart of me.
© 2020 Jason R. Michie All Rights Reserved
Jason 6d
I know, ultimately, it's true what they said,
That when it all comes down, we make our own beds,
Now we're adults, let's mess up the covers by jumping like kids,
I know we've a long way to go, but there's a life to be lived!
© 04/12/21 Jason R. Michie All Rights Reserved
Jason Feb 20
     I forget about my faith,
And all the things I'm taught.
     I see the end is near,
But all my life I've fought.
     I want to go to sleep,
To never wake again.
     What is this thing approaching,
Should I call it a friend?
     I'm feeling restless,
But I have nowhere to turn.
     Either I go back,
Or go ahead and burn.
     I see my life, my luck,
And I am sure I'm hexed.
     What should I do when I don't know,
Just what I should do next?
©1991 Jason R. Michie All Rights Reserved

Another throwback
Jason Feb 23

You are a
meteor shower
destroyed by your
own bombardment
shattered upon
the jagged crags
torn apart by
the scarred face of
the lifeless planet
you created

© 02/23/21 Jason R. Michie All Rights Reserved

There is some fire to this one, but it's not meant as a hate poem. My point is that sometimes we are the planet, sometimes we are the meteor shower. It's a self-fulfilling prophecy of mutually assured destruction. :)
Jason Apr 6
She set me on fire and asked, "Why's it so hot in here."
© 03/01/21 Jason R. Michie All Rights Reserved
Jason Mar 1
Rising shadows release frigid forest

From deadly-dark silent guest

Lilac light lilts songbirds astir

Crystals cascade from ruffled fur

Halting soft steps upon frozen grass

Seek chilled silver trickling 'neath polished glass

Sudden stifled step echoes eerily alone

Tickling giggling reply from icy stone

Drinking doe darts sight unseen

Elusive as spring in this snowy scene
© 03/01/21 Jason R. Michie All Rights Reserved
Jason Mar 29
They say one's life is supposed to flash before one's eyes prior to the moment of death.

When I go, I hope I have time to get to the part where we met...

I wanna fall in love with you all over again.
Jason 3d

I have been stuck here all this time,
Tortured in heart and chained in mind,
Lost and confused, and unsure of why:
You are my spirit guide, and I yours, likewise.

My love for you was never any great mystery,
No greater than that of the tide returning to the sea,
But I lost faith in love when you lost faith in me,
Because you were my life, my heart, my eternity.

I'm not playing games, I'm getting **** off my chest,
I have no hate for you, no blame, and few regrets,
This growth, this catharsis, has been my life-long quest,
And after twenty-five years in the desert...I'm ready to rest.

I didn't waste my life, but it wasn't what it should have been,
I didn't spend it on gambling, or lechery, or a bottle of gin,
I did my fair share of losing and I had a fair number of wins,
But never did I find again, our level of soul-deep connection.

With your freedom, I can be free once again,
With your transcendence, I can finally transcend,
But without your love, without you as my friend...
It just isn't the way I'd want our story to end.

All things come to an end, yada, yada...
Information is energy.
Energy cannot be destroyed, it can only be changed.
Matter is only energy moving very, very slowly.
Why would energy bother to move so slowly anyway?
It's like there's something here worth stopping to see...

I'm sayin', do whatcha gotta do, but like, ya know, take me with you.
Jason Feb 21
She led me
To believe
Her heart
Had changed.


Was the truth that
Her heart
Had been chained?

Like water
Did she choose
The path
Of least resistance?


Could the
Free spirit
I knew
Have been led away
Tied like a balloon?

© 01/23/21 Jason R. Michie All Rights Reserved
Jason Feb 21
The most fun I ever had
Was making you laugh
**** a copyright who cares steal it
it's only my heart
Jason Feb 21
It wasn't the kind of heartbreak
That you get over with a road trip

It wasn't the kind of heartbreak
You got over with a peyote trip

It was the kind of heartbreak
You carry with you through your life

It was the kind of heartbreak
That makes your heart a graveyard

It was the kind of heartbreak
That makes the grave feel like home
© 01/21/21 Jason R. Michie All Rights Reserved
Jason Jan 26
I am not inconstant,
But forever evolving,
Not closed off,
But not always open.
I expose my heart
Only when the sky darkens.

I build toothpick-towers,
Tantalizing torments
Taller than trees.
Chateaus of cards
Whose hallowed halls
Visitors seldom peruse,
And even more rarely see.

Young and foolish and bold,
Thoughts all over the place,
I spoke like a shotgun.
My opinions explosions
Verbal projectiles
Going off in your face.

I lived life by moments,
I existed only then,
Only there.
Motivated by love, yes,
But also by pain
And by fear.
Each memory
Of each moment
By each fallen tear.

Now older and wiser
-That's either a laugh or a sin
Haunted might be more apt-
I find I write
Too close to the skin.
A subtle blade,
Flirting, teasing,
Razors edge longing to dive in.
Vampiric voracity
Obscured by imperfect opacity,
Seeking the vitality within.

What ****** force
To unleash?
What uncouth beast
Would I be?
That which sustains me?

Better to starve,
To choke on dust,
Than to make that first ****.
Dooming myself
To an eternal enmity
Against my own will.

I've heard it said that
Wisdom is the product
Of suffering and time.
But what dear cost,
What dire punishment,
When youth is the crime?
So I'll try to balance the scales
With love and lessons learned,
And relinquish remorse to rhyme.
© 01/26/21, © 02/09/21 Jason R. Michie All Rights Reserved
Jason 1d
We were in love, successful, and happy,
We had a graphic novel series and a hit CD.

We did everything together, I stood tall beside her,
Then some insecure scientist turned on their LARGE particle collider.

Right was down, and down was blue, and blue was east,
Now she's married to another man, and I got no teeth.
Ever imagine what alternate realities might be like?
What if the large particle collider activation in 2009 mixed all the realities into one big jumble?
Jason 3d
I miss your hand in my hand
I want your hand on my shoulder
I need your hand on my...anything
Jason Feb 26
In Soviet Russia,

God believes in YOU.
Jason Apr 6
She grabbed me by the heart, pulled me close,

and said, "You don't have a heart."
© 03/01/21 Jason R. Michie All Rights Reserved
Jason Apr 6
She ripped my heart from my chest, dashed it upon the ground,

and asked, "How can you be so heartless?"
© 03/01/21 Jason R. Michie All Rights Reserved
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