BlogHide Resteemsjmt (63)in poetry • 4 years agoLittle death/deepest breath: a poemYour skin is covered in moonlit lace and the swirling lines My fingers trace... Your breath ebbs and flows You're speaking to me in soft moans A language of our own I lie you down facing up…jmt (63)in poetry • 4 years agoThis cage of bone: a poemHear me howl in this cage of bone I died a thousand years ago Hear me howl in this cage of bone I thought death would take me home I wander this desert where the sun won't rise And I lose their…jmt (63)in venting • 5 years agoLines in the ashesHaven't rambled like this in a bit... I'm happier than I've been before but I don't know how to handle it. I'm not used to happy as permanent. And broken expectations can break a good thing.…jmt (63)in poetry • 5 years agoFlat blue: a poemFlat blue You look like everything could disappear into you Faceless powder Drifting above I look to you, and see nothingjmt (63)in poetry • 6 years agoDying fire in hand: a poemMany hours and days, I've laid to waste with pointless diversions and foolish aims chased. Standing on this peak, sweeping the expanse of time already spent, Wax drips from the candle long…jmt (63)in poetry • 6 years agoThe Gif adventure: a poem about friendship and nothing, dont fucking read this... jesusOne time, I was trying to send you a gif of me exhaling a massive rip from my pen... But I was laying in bed at my grandparents house while I visited and the signal is shit in eatonville. So I…jmt (63)in poetry • 6 years agoRain, flight, and pleasant lies [Poetry]It was raining and I was a place to hide. You nested in my hollow heart, but you were leaving from the start. Creatures with wings are bound to fly, the sun rose and you said goodbye.…jmt (63)in poetry • 6 years agoWhat doesn't kill you...What doesnt kill you makes you funny and interesting, maybe a little twitchyjmt (63)in poetry • 6 years agoHome: a poemI used to have a home, but the veil was torn. Now I know, I've always been alone.jmt (63)in poetry • 6 years agoWater Tower, HomeLittle planes etch tracers in the midnight sky, Up from seatac, scattering I hold onto to the limbs of fir trees, Limbs I used to climb the water tower Thousands of lights, street lamps…jmt (63)in poetry • 6 years agoTrustMaybe I should've let you see all the bullets I take for you. I always thought it was enough that I said I've got your back. Guess it wasn't, because the moment the script flipped and it was easier…jmt (63)in poetry • 6 years agoAs much as they hoped...I like sad songs because people don't pretend to be sad. Fake smiles never appealed to me. It's not that I like the darkness, but I like the authenticity. I'm the prince of the masquerade, I've…jmt (63)in poetry • 6 years agoDawn: a poem"Who's voice am I hearing?" My own voice does not attack me, My own voice fights for me. I will not destroy myself, I am driven by a fire in my chest. I see the sun piercing the blackened…jmt (63)in poetry • 6 years agoSnake in the grass: a poemSnake in the grass, Empty your poison into my arm. I'm waiting for you. Bury your burden in my veins. I'll carry your secrets to the grave. I'm hollow and waiting for something to hold. Give…jmt (63)in writing • 6 years agoLine for a poem:Empty caskets sit like open jaws waiting to swallow usjmt (63)in writing • 6 years agoYou'll be worth itYou'll be worth it, You'll be worth every lonely night Every promise to myself I kept And the work and the work and the work, I'm so tired lately and sometimes I'd like to sleep forever But…jmt (63)in writing • 6 years agoA few reasons I won't kill myself...I can say one thing with confidence, things will change. They may not get better tomorrow. If you are just looking for someone to tell how awful your life is, I'm not your guy. But if you're looking…jmt (63)in poetry • 6 years agoThe Price: a poemIt's a lump in my throat, a knot in my stomach, a pounding in my brain, and a tear that won't quite fall. There is a something, I write circles around it, but it just can't be said. Maybe…jmt (63)in poetry • 6 years agoEveryone gets a poemI've loved a few. Each a little different. No one inspires the same poem, not everyone gets a poem. But I've loved a few, and I still do.jmt (63)in quote • 6 years agoThat's all.Don't take life personally.