"jumpstart" poems
Odes to Coffee, a Haiku, a Limerick, and a Verse
Coffee, Coffee Nod
Coffee, Coffee, Coffee Yawn
One cup down, talk now
Coffee, coffee, coffee
Coffee, Coffee, coffee
Everyone shut up
Please refill my cup
Coffee, Coffee, Coffee
Coffee, Coffee yay
Coffee, Coffee hey
Let me take a drink to jumpstart my day
Off to work we go to earn some needed pay
Be a real man and drink it black
Or make it all fancy and catch some flack
Sep 12, 2017
Sep 12, 2017 at 6:21 PM UTC
~commissioned accidentally by a melody,
a passing glance, a purring perchance,
an idle innocent comment,
to be born as the first poem of this day,
@7:00am
Tue Sep 18 2025,
writ in haste, before
departing over many islands to
another place called "home"~
---~<>~---
*sometimes,
not so secret,
anon, ^
sometimes,
so much more,
than that but a glancing of favoring,
a handshake secreted, is actually felt,
actually secreted,
and rare though via~able,
it passes through a longing traveled voyage,
over wire, under sea's cabling, through space,
hoisted from & by satellite over continental divides
just a hop, skip and jumpstart
over this tiny planet,
and though, but, an amorphous 👍 thumb,
a colored 💙 or collared,
or a pointing 🫵
body part
the like,
bears more than just a passing resemblance
to another*
f o u r l e t t er w o r d
its often lost & found
dear cuz ^^
full of meanings hidden,
or even
anon,
"I'll be there shortly"^
magic!
nml
Sep 16, 2025
Sep 16, 2025 at 7:33 AM UTC
you are the aftertaste of coffee.
after the jumpstart,
the palpitation,
here you are,
sadly bittersweet.
you are the persisting vision
of a falling star.
its trail of light
remain before me
even after it’s long been gone.
i’ve tried to catch it
with my feeble hands,
only to grasp nothingness.
you are the aftermath
of an earthquake,
of which i found myself
at its epicenter.
even after rebuilding,
i found
that nothing is
as it was.
you are the tune
that keeps playing
over and over again
inside my head.
i’ve being lss-ing
over your memories,
singing a song
i’m not sure
if i’ll ever hear again.
you are an aftertaste,
a persisting vision,
an aftermath,
an lss
that i wrap around myself,
holding me together,
keeping me from falling apart.
for j.e.
100314
Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 3:15 PM UTC
1.
I feel
fractured splintered defeated
entirely insular
and spread to thin
all at the same time
covered with insecurities
like a cheap suit
or hollow exoskeleton
nothing more than a lie. I grow tired.
I'm bluffing my way through this life
a brutal honesty
I lack the courage to accept
hiding my face
from every mirrored surface
a halfhearted attempt
to prolong this detrimental denial.
I can't ******** my way
through self-reflection
and trying to improve my image
feels positively improvised.
I lack sincerity and authenticity
an individual breathing without zeal
I need a break.
2.
Here I am again a lonely itinerant migrating
to the proverbial and often visited crossroads
rather than contemplating
a direction worth navigating
be it following in the worn footprints of others
or a path long overgrown with neglect.
I'd rather lie down on the gravel road
and nap in the open air
just to wake up confused and temperamental.
The destination remains unknown
my indecision remains intact.
I give impetuous a bad name
by reputation and repetition alike
conjoined twins that speaks to
fate and circumstance.
Like Houdini
I'm secured in a long sleeve shirt
dangling upside down from a burning rope
placing blame on the flame.
I need a break.
3.
I'm not as intelligent
or insightful as I once thought
my wasted youth is a testament.
A modern ruin
like so many a Blockbuster
I've outlasted my usefulness.
I imagine what could have been
clueless as to what lies ahead.
A jovial repentance
seems as likely as
success, or stability, **** simplicity.
Is it all too much to ask?
I've been on break too long.
4.
reboot jumpstart
Alleviate my stagnant, vacant lot in life
and cast off these first world problems.
Consider not the flat champagne
or the distance that separates
today from death.
Speak positively to the people
that would not otherwise attract minimal attention.
Set goals both grand and plausible
with no worry of dividends
and release cynicism
and determine a trajectory
that I may see through to completion.
If for no other reason
but to say that I tried.
It's not so bad this imagined and dire circumstance.
Relax and go on break.
Feb 11, 2013
Feb 11, 2013 at 7:48 PM UTC
every night I go to bed and say
“just don’t”
every night I lay awake and say
“just don’t”
because two negatives make a
positive right?
and maybe if I think about us
long and hard enough
I can jumpstart my
water circus
and finally ******* cry
for once
but god **** birdie
god ****
this is supposed to be a friendship
poem
filled with all the good things
about us and I turned it
into me
I turned it ugly
again
but you
sister
are beautiful
Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 12:01 AM UTC
every day
I don't pretend
it's not happening
every bruise
I'll never hide
again
every eardrum
not slit
shrill venomous
psychward razors
every day
not backed
into a corner
not choked
every time
I don't wonder
if I'll come to again
as limbs go limp
fading conscious
into black
every chance
for my greatest gift
not to end up like
my biggest mistake
every time
he greets the family
he'd never known
every day
I awake
to possibility
reunited family
rekindled friendships
every reclaimed moment
every shot at bliss
every joytear
is because
of
you
daring to flirt inside
messy, imperfect lines
catalyzing jumpstart
to the rest
of this
precious life
no matter
what happens
wherever you go
whatever you choose
I'll always see some cape
creeping out from under
your blackflak collar
Mar 19, 2017
Mar 19, 2017 at 12:41 PM UTC
Just wait
Laughter
That presence within your catharsis
Jezebel
Jumpstart your
Heartache
Liberation
Fabricated Materialization
J... J…J…J…
Just wait.
Time will tell when
William Tell will attempt to shoot an arrow
through your heart.
If he misses,
you are doomed
to a life of solitude and faithless trysts
trust is a hit-or-miss.
If it pierces through,
you are condemned to a life attached
like a leech to
some being whose
too tight embraces
take your breath away.
Wait….just…
Listen.
The wind is blowing
sweeping you
off your feet.
You’re head-over-heals
in over your head
falling into a pit of
broken promises.
Only to rake them up again.
Just w….why?
Realizations that
****** should
be punished
even if its
metaphorical.
For hearts can die
and are just as hard
to resurrect
as burning stakes
which were once *****
Wait….
all hope is not lost
for loss cannot be
everlasting
unless…
Bill’s arrow was
tipped with
what is never blessed
that which makes
all mortals quell.
But one can never know
in certainty
until that day
occurs
Just witness….
til then
dear friend
my sustainer of life
I’ll feed you
elixirs to save you
from bleeding
out your memories.
For sewing you up,
is merely temporary.
I’ll force-feed you
vitamin D until you
agree to be blissful again
and I’ll be able to tell when
your artificial smile dresses your
sorrows
in brighter colors.
Justice wades
in deeper waters
but once you reach it
it’s worth all the effort
in the world.
Oct 15, 2011
Oct 15, 2011 at 5:37 PM UTC
fifteen before twelve,
Memories have been flashbacked,
rejoiced the scenes,
while laid flat at the canvass
taking some caffeine,
with a snake printed bottle.
Disgusted by thoughts,
hurt and puzzled.
Silence drove
this cold blooded evening,
Why's have been circled,
without an answer sprinkled
without a company,
alone disoriented sensed,
questions you can't blur,
nor satisfy one's self even.
and it ***** to know the truth,
that whispers are here to stay,
can't even jumpstart,
and establish your play.
Fifteen after twelve,
I found my self still,
coming back in her arms,
with fresh wounds healed.
May 29, 2011
May 29, 2011 at 8:25 AM UTC
The turning dials of that old car radio,
Metallic, as the rubber coverings fell
off. What had once protected, lost by
the twisting of that radio's lifespan.
In a car, old as it's manufacturers who
are all dead,
Her strength is still strong on this long
journey to the bigger city.
I fiddle through that plastic box of old
cassette tapes. My finger picking out a
title to fill the radio's mouth. To fill it up with
so much music; that it's old speakers *****
out noise.
Choking the engine of the car's battery,
the lights on the gauges flicker,
And I pull over the side of the road,
it's dark outside and cold. Not of the night
but of the music's chords.
_I'm alone._
Waiting for a stranger to stop by,
and jumpstart my car. But only a God,
could jumpstart my heart.
As I reminisce on what it felt like being in
love. A station I had once tuned into,
with all it's cheesy love songs. And their
catchy hooks.
_I miss the sound of the music._
A small car pulls up beside me. Yellow
as the sunflower open to the sun.
Bright as a smile; of someone you're glad to
see. 'How long has it been,' you'd ask them.
The window went down;
as a girl with a smile greeted me only by a gaze.
'Do you need help stranger,' she asked.
'Help with a lot of things, I doubt you could
come up to. But you're welcome to try,' my
heart replied.
I nodded slightly, hoping this could be
a quick fix. The quickest way for me out
of a conversation.
_But my car was dead._
The stranger offered me a ride to the next town,
to grab a mechanic. I reluctantly agreed.
And before I hopped in that box Sunny,
I had to grab my plastic case of cassettes.
She seemed keen on what contents I had
at hand. Insisting I put a tape inside her radio.
'Hey that's my favourite band,' she said.
I never smiled as real in that moment,
than I ever did before.
With so much in common, we fed our ears
on good music, with our similar tastes.
Making it to the next town, I gave my
thanks.
_Not expecting much back._
'Here's my number. We should hang out sometime
to listen to some good music.
I'll trade you my number for a couple of tapes,'
she said.
She drove off leaving me with a smile,
a number, and a reason for them both. As I
wondered where next this story would go...
__I'd love to tune into that.__
Feb 27, 2022
Feb 27, 2022 at 1:10 PM UTC
I just wish you were here
Because I'm drunk and longing
Longing for your body heat to warm my cold soul
Maybe you can jumpstart
My dead heart
I'm drunk
And you're my sobriety and a brighter life
I just wish you were here
So I could kiss your heart
And listen to it beat to the rhythm of my feelings
Feelings for you
That I'm scared will blaze out of control, and soon
I just wish you were here
me.gs
Jan 25, 2014
Jan 25, 2014 at 11:43 AM UTC
I never thought it was possible:
A picture of you,
Could save me,
Could jumpstart my heart,
Could make me smile,
Could make me giggle to myself,
Could make me want to kiss you every single time.
Your greatest moment
In one picture.
When I close my eyes,
I can point out all the details:
The way your eyes smile as you stare at me,
Genuine and Endearing.
The way your teeth shine as much as you do,
Like stars in the sky.
The way you pose tongue-in-cheek.
In a playful manner. Fun. Interesting. Intriguing. Attractive.
This one, personal photograph
Of you, shining brightly.
It could make me miss you,
It could make me want you so much.
It could make me cry so much.
So much for you.
Now it's the closest thing I have of you.
I never thought it was possible,
A picture of you,
To be 2 sides of the same coin.
*Happiness and Sadness.
A Hurricane of Emotions.*
A natural disaster I'd gladly walk into.
It'll be too late to save me.
But you can.
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 7:07 PM UTC
Forever I wondered,
Now so clearly it seems,
For I am a Vessel -
All who go, go through Me.
I am the checkpoint
At which some decide;
I am the stop sign
At which others realise
How far they have gone,
That they must keep going,
That all One can know
Is always worth knowing.
I am the Traverse,
The others climb aboard,
As more move through me,
The more am I worn.
Now I am the subway -
Diseased by character,
Ridden with burdens,
Yet having to nurture.
But with all the damage,
How can I fulfill
My obligations
As a faithful Vessel?
My strength is the fuel
I use to keep going,
But no one fills a tank
Empty without knowing.
I won't ever blame you -
Simply staying on track.
But a train broken down
Goes neither forward, nor back.
So stuck here we'll be,
'Til the "Check Engine" light
Reminds you of Me
And you put up a fight
To repair what's been lost
Throughout years of hard work,
Jumpstart this vessel,
And revive your Traverse.
Nov 12, 2013
Nov 12, 2013 at 9:49 PM UTC
I prefer my hours unreasonable, And my friends and allies insane.
I prefer my fingers broken, and my phone disconnected
*So even if you tried to call, I wouldn't get the message.
Or be able to reply.*
Leave a message after the tone
Beep
You don't need me to jumpstart your solitude-
You seem to be doing fine on your own
*I prefer my memories erased, and my saviors visible.
Not that i need saving.
Not that i need your help.*
I gave up on humans a long time ago
I prefer my my birds singing, my ears ringing
As your words echo in my head
*I'd leave you for dead,
If ever the chance came my way.
I am no Good Samaritan,
As it turns out*
I prefer my ink black anyway, and the horizon invisible
Losing my place, is what I always seem to do
Looking for the sounds
Listening to the sights
*Left in a cold darkness that is absence,
Of mind, of body,
But most notably, of you.*
Jan 30, 2012
Jan 30, 2012 at 9:20 PM UTC
Somebody sweep me off my feet
Slow down, hurry up
What are we waiting for
Train train
Blowing my whistle
Warning you at the cross street
I seem to be the conductor
Maybe I need to be just another passenger
Blowing the whistle
Train, train
The train horn always blows
At the cross streets
Maybe I'm deaf and blind.
I cross those tracks anyway.
Where did you come from
Train train
Slamming into the hard concrete
Feeling that heavy steel on steel
I didn't see or hear
But I felt the vibration in my chest
My body shakes
Interrupting my train
Of thoughts
Train train
Blowing her whistle
Fell asleep at the wheel
Am I on the train
Or driving
Rubbing the sleep from my eyes
As I feel the force of power
Train train
Running down the tracks
Penny flattening on the metal
Now its a keepsake
Train train
Stop don't you see the lights flashing
Can't we hear the
Interrupting soundtrack
Smoking engineering
It's warning whistle
Smiling today whenever I hear
That train
Train train
Infinite trip
Watching the scenery
From my minds eye
Instead I ran
Faster so I could
Jumpstart
Train train
I'm pulled up
My eyes have adjusted
Darkness
Gearing down
Train train
Next STOP
Whistle sound
Thunder
Smaller as I watch
Their train
Leaving
Alone in station
Train train train train
Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 12:26 PM UTC
This fortune came to me today
And it really touched my heart,
For its message is plain as day –
Our friendship needs a jumpstart.
I haven’t been a friend to you;
I beg you your forgiveness.
Without you, I’m all shades of blue –
It’s you, crazy girl, I miss.
(February 2012)
Apr 8, 2012
Apr 8, 2012 at 10:09 PM UTC
I've wandered for years
empty from lost loves
despair had slowly consumed me
I was no longer able to truly see.
Stumbling and confused
I tried to jumpstart my heart
pseudo relationships barely kept me from crumbling
but I couldn't force myself to feel anymore.
Then you
Your eyes burnt mine open again
your hand led me back to beauty
your kiss woke my soul
I am alive again.
You surround me now
wherever I look, you're all I see
my voice, my body, me heart
all call your name.
I am, in all senses, enraptured with you.
Summer2002
Feb 3, 2013
Feb 3, 2013 at 3:31 PM UTC
my love, my sweet, this pulsing beat
ringing in my ears
a heartbeat in my stomach
head heavy and d r a g g i n g
nodding out, nodding off
getting off
she did
who did?
jill, jacking off
hijack my life
jumpstart my words
I am plugged in
ready for the ride
shaking fits, out of control
can't help it
help me
things are spinning X
i guess this is why they call me
blackout girl
May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 10:32 AM UTC
I just want something to come home to
Words
A little picture of happiness.
Something to make the empty echoes
Of a lone heart beating
A little softer
Over and over
Again my eyes flitting side to side
A smile, maybe
No promises.
Just words.
A lover’s repose
I want something to wake up to
Words
A little picture of happiness
Something to jumpstart the tired dull thuds
Of a lone heart weakening
To pull my lidless shades
Up a little
Corner of my mouth upturning
Maybe
No promises.
Just words
A lover’s invigoration.
I want something to let my heart sing to
Words
Harmonized throughout my day
Something to make the beating
Prevail
A little longer
To draw myself
Through life’s difficulties
A scant crescent
Maybe
No Promises.
Just words.
A Lover’s Endurance.
Mar 7, 2010
Mar 7, 2010 at 11:52 AM UTC
ive been told
many great poets relied
on mind altering drugs
opiates and pills
in order to force their hand
to the paper
in order to jumpstart their brain
like a side of the road
two degrees
junkyard car
i have nothing to write about
when I abstain from your name
and calling you my ******
gives you the power to roll my eyes
back into my head
with pleasure
it gives you the power to **** me
typical bathroom scene
slumped over your
"i miss you"
choking on the apologies
i couldn't spit out
in the middle of winter
ill never be a great
and self destructive artist
not because i light your memories up under a spoon
not because I let you infect me
not because I roll you up and set you on fire
and breathe in your sentences
ill never be a great
self destructive artist
because there's no jumpstart
or moment
of connection
ive tried
every drug i can find
and im still
sitting with the shower running
letting it burn me
begging to feel something
because really
what's the difference
between numbing me
and telling me
you don't love me anymore
Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 4:12 PM UTC
On empty nights, I watch the flickering lights of the empty streets
At 2 in the morning, A time made for a selected few. The time where either minds or bodies wander into strange places or strangers or both.
Like a reoccuring dream, only one scene plays despite the endless succession of "ifs" and "buts" laying across my tongue like crippling bodies finding its way out, but acquiring Stockholm syndrome before it does.
How can something end 7 times over?
How can you not see the end coming?
One after the other, the questions barrage in and I can make up all the reasons and excuses, but never really answering the question in the process.
They say that perfect love casts out all fears,
But did I love you too much that I lost the fear to lose the inner parts of me, or at the very least, my intuition to know when it's not gonna get any better?
That we're not gonna get any better than this?
That we've ran out of fuel to go around in circles?
And by the 6th time we tried to jumpstart the engines, have my hands calloused thick enough to not feel the cuts from broken down wires and shattered glass sprinkled around everything you hand to me,
like how you sugar coat the way you tell me you don't love me the same anymore?
And when does the pain end?
Or does it really ever end?
Or do you just get used to it that it becomes a part of you?
According to medicine, feeling pain is a way for your body to tell you that something's not right.
The last time i saw you walking out on me, i felt a slight, gnawing pain in between my chest.
When you closed the door, the pain disappeared.
So i guess what i wanted to ask you was,
Am I still your 2am thoughts,
Or have you learned to sleep by 1?
Jul 17, 2016
Jul 17, 2016 at 6:46 PM UTC
This fortune came to me today
And it really touched my heart,
For its message is plain as day –
Our friendship needs a jumpstart.
I haven’t been a friend to you;
I beg you your forgiveness.
Without you, I’m all shades of blue –
It’s you, crazy girl, I miss.
(February 2012)
Apr 8, 2012
Apr 8, 2012 at 10:10 PM UTC
The human race is run by emotion love strife greed passion
driven to create made to destroy to fight for our causes our passion our love this is what makes us...us this is why we're human because we feel we have a soul we understand the pain and pleasure of a love so strong it could destroy a world and create it anew our drive is love and passion this is our calling this is why we fight to that we have something to love to have and hold to belong to we love because were are us this is our purpose our meaning our instrument to play because without love there is no cause to fight there is no noble cause there is no hate there is nothing with out the jumpstart of love and the flares of passion it creates it gives us hope it gives us art and it gives us pain and hate but nothing exists without love there is nothing but love its is the alpha and the omega it is the creation of creations it is our only sin and our only virtue its only semantics that limit the true power of our word love the only true and real thing
love the beginning and the end the core of the soul our purpose our ****** superimposed hectic amazing lives
Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 10:41 PM UTC
Does it hurt? Your chest? At night when the lights go out, and the silence creeps in. Do you remember me? Do you rememeber my touch on your skin, my lips pressed to yours? Do you long for me in your sheets once more? Do you? Or have you let another women trace over me. Have you erased the feeling of my lips with the kiss of another. Have you baptized yourself in the screams of a blonde haired beauty as she calls out your name so you can't hear the sobbing in my voice wailing for your love.
Can you see me, Love? When you shut your eyes, do you see my face, long for my embrace, wish you could forget what I meant to you. But what did I mean to you? Did it break your heart to watch me beg for you to stay. How long have you been okay with the thought of losing me. When did your heart forget our love, when did you stop wanting my touch, when did I become someone you could let go. And I know you're never coming back. I just haven't found away to accept t hat. How do I accept that?
Tell me your secret to falling out of love. I'd rip my heart from its cage if you told me it'd ease the pain. Anything to numb the feeling of knowing you're leaving. Soul searching for your soul in the eyes of another. But I don't see you, I don't see you, I just want to feel you. When his lips touched mine, it didn't jumpstart my heart. You've left every aspect of life drenched with your being. I see you in everything. You're haunting me, and taunting me. But it's all in my head, right? Just wake me up. I don't like this nightmare anymore, I'm over it. Just hold me and tell me it's all going to be okay. Tell me you're going to stay.
Even though I see your hearts checked out, leaving in a taxi cab to some new girls pad, this isn't home anymore. The elephant in the room is me. Losing sleep over a guy who doens't want me, but the whole world wants me, just not you. And I don't know what to do. I just keep falling back to you. Lost in a maze of pain, screaming your name, but it'll never be the same again. I just want it all to end. If I don't have you, I have nothing. Nothing worse surviving for. Not anymore, not without you, my Love.
Jul 4, 2020
Jul 4, 2020 at 6:35 PM UTC
You would think that death will be wearing a black long cloak;
like Harry Potter’s scary and menacing dementors
You would think that death will be holding a scythe;
like the scary posters that you see on bookstores
but no,
instead of a black cloak
he wears a black coat;
instead of holding a scythe, he uses a pipe to smoke;
instead of backing out
you continued to hand down all your hopes
you can pull out all your clubs
and all your hearts
because in every turn, your anger, he will jumpstart
you can pull out all your spades
and all your diamonds
because in every turn, your bet will turn into thousands
you will never match to him
and maybe that’s why they call him grim
in the end you will realize that you will never win
in the darkness he will pull you in
thinking that it’s too late and now you’ve finally got the clue
that you can never cheat death but death can cheat you.
c.a
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 9:56 AM UTC