Healing leaves are now disrobed branches
on the edge of this wilderness.
Many tall Douglas Fir stand sentinel
over 100 foot tall amazing grace — the fleeting leaves
expose the beauty of the moss clad scaffolds
adorned with a lime-grey lichen lace
Nature is my refuge — solid ground to stand
in this harmony and peacefulness.


Jesse Stillwater — December 2018

The walls –– they listen,
I know it must be true.
If not, then what’s the point
Of all this talking that I do?
I’m not going crazy here,
Trust me, I’m alright.
The walls, they hear my stories,
They understand my plight.
They listen, these walls,
When no one is around.
They keep me sane, these walls do,
They keep me safe and sound.
I don’t know what I’d do
If these walls ever would go tumbling,
Then who would ever listen
To my incessant mumbling?
The walls, they keep me company
They never leave me feeling blue,
So long as I have these four walls,
I know I don’t need you.


a.m.

It’s past midnight in my mind
My insecurities run the second half
Of this alluring moment in my life
I wish I could take the driver seat
But I’ve let my demons take control
Masking who I want to be
Lord knows, the flaw of humanity  
We mess up,
some things we never meant to Be

Keep the world beneath your feet
Even when you feel so small
Everyone has a chance to change
Progress may be moving slowly
Move at the rhythm of your own pace
Only you can be your savior
Validate your own feelings
In the end it’s your life
No else will take control  
Go ahead, the world is yours