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Salem Poetry Trials by Jason Wright
Witches are stupid Poets kind of are like witches We all stick to our covens Our cauldrons Our magic wand But I couldn’t get down with witches Back in Salem When I was falling asleep in a crawlspace PBR left out to warm Ready to drink in the morning Where I talked to the TV […]
Today, Tomorrow and Yesterday by Jason Wright
May 2, 2013
I dropped the ball today Fell on my face today Almost broke my headphones And heart today Limped around all day Looked crazy today Said that I couldn’t take it anymore today Wrote today Almost lost my mind today Found out pain is real today Sometimes when you think you feel nothing You are reminded […]
Lavender (Manics who can’t sleep revisited) by Jason Wright
April 30, 2013
Back on the train This is what I do Feeling unglued Got to put my self together Again Last night I wrote a poem And read it to an audience And I got compliments Instead of the audience shaking their head They vibed with what I read I realized that I am not alone Friends […]
Prove it by Jason Wright
April 29, 2013
How do I prove that I belong on the mic with all of you? Alright let me try Well been writing nearly half my life through times of strife and lows and highs Instead of taking the knife and plunging it into my side I write I admit it I’m not the best at it […]
Boston Strong (the heartbeat of the City) by JSN WRT
April 23, 2013
It reeks like good bud on the train today No other way to finish a shitty day Getting a contact high in the spot I’m standing Writing a week after the bombing Riding into downtown Boston I feel much better Last time I wrote a poem Was a day after the Boston Marathon And we […]
Boston Marathon: Love Finishes Race
April 16, 2013
Reblogged from a beautifully twisted story: Boston, look between the spaces At the high places Between the ball bearings God within our midst is sharing Words, friend to get your bearings Boston, hate tried to end your race Love answered hate and showed its face People aiding strangers Maybe even the bomb maker Compassion was […]
Listen To the Beat of the Drum by JSN WRT (Oddball Magazine’s 200th POST!)
April 11, 2013
When I am blocked, and I can’t write I call it a free prose, its when you let yourself go for as long as you can, it used to be as fast as you can pencil in hand, making a poem, before I was called on again “Mr WRT, are you paying attention, whats […]
the difference (the good side of me) by JSN WRT [poem 10 1/2]
April 10, 2013
O.k, you heard me earlier on the train acting insane, filling the pen with rage now I got the hiccups, and thinking of all the shit I said and I calm down, take my pills and then its off to bed to do this shit again Something needs to change right now i am weighing […]
9th in Cambridge (the words I write) by Jsn Wrt
April 10, 2013
missing 9th in Cambridge Yeah I’m missing 9th in Cambridge I don’t think I could handle it My mind is a demon mind I mean a diamond mine Depends on which day you catch me on Right now I’m southbound On a red line train Right now I’m feeling low down With a dismantled brain […]
Comas, Commas/Carrots, Karats by JSN WRT
April 9, 2013
When you stare at a computer screen. When you look out a window. When you stare into a mirror (You are now rocking with) Open the window, and the Doors too, open both Doors and windows (Will I Am and Britney Bitch) Both are a source of movement A form of […]
In A Place With Little Light
April 8, 2013
Reblogged from Broken Light: A Photography Collective: Photo taken by contributor Ashley Lily Scarlett aka Syncopated Eyeball, a 53-year-old woman who has experienced bouts of depression of various degrees, on and off since she was 12-years-old. She also suffers from anxiety, gets easily over stimulated, and has a bit of social phobia. Recently she finally received a diagnosis […]
2 Pesky Ingredients To Be Wary Of
April 8, 2013
Reblogged from Living Girl ☆ Living Foods: In my previous post about Children's taste buds and some amazingly addicting ingredients in "juice" boxes, processed foods and so on I discussed a few ingredients to be wary of. Today I'd like to share two more pesky ingredients. There are of course LOADS of them out there, […]
April 8th Eggs Day 8 by JSNWRT
April 8, 2013
Writing the art of Walking in slow motion While everyone flys past you You prove yourself as a distance That they can’t get to You are a star a bright constellation All of us World players In trouble shooting Us poets and us dreamers Don’t need your approval To do what we do While you […]
April 7th- Poem 7 National Poetry Month- After words what is there?
April 7, 2013
Whats poetry, to me, but a world where doors open and never close, as long as your free prose, keeps going, and as long as their is ink in the pen, there is steam in the engine I dont need a month, I appreciate it but poetry is my vocation took a vacation, and damn […]
New Day by Jason Wright
April 5, 2013
Sweating Waiting for the breeze To take me away From these city streets Listening to Emcees And Dreaming of beaches Feeling free as I walk My mind is on weekend mode Start the vehicle Listening to the rose that grew from concrete My little cheat sheet of emcees I’d like to be The three on […]
April 4 National Poetry Month
April 5, 2013
Oh how the t frightens me Crazy mc writing next to two ladies Listening to count bass d Damn goes the auto correct I might mean nothing at work or on the train But on the mic I earn respect I wish I could disappear into thin air reappear with no fear, make my name […]
Just another Jagged Thought by Jason Wright
February 27, 2013
When I feel like I’m blocked I have to slow down and think I begin to write a free prose and then begin the thing I do, and what relieves my pain. Writing to release my soul back on this fucking train. Wish I could talk to you. I do this for me. And sometimes […]
The Lonely Boy on Christmas dedicated to Mike, Jay, Cam, Ty, Averi Alexander, Jimmy and Jules
December 25, 2012
There once was a town it seemed that was always cold. Even when it was warm it still was always cold. The people were mean. The people weren’t green. The people weren’t clean. They all forgot their dreams and no one could sleep.Not even sheep, could make them dream. They all had forgot there meaning, […]
I wish I could be Jim Morrison by Jason Wright
December 21, 2012
I wish I had a thousand apologies, for my brain and all its awkwardcies for all the pain I see in my minds eye Nobodies perfect, people make mistakes, but I wish I could remain together mind body and space, I am not a saint, I am not a sinner, I am just a manic, […]
SkADaMo Day 14
November 15, 2012
Reblogged from sketched out: HEDGEHOG BACKFLIP ... and he sticks the landing! Another PiBoIdMo brainstorm. Please stop by and check out the links of my fellow SkADaMoers when you get a chance! I found this off of Anansi's site...the quality of these sketches are amazing, enjoy fam.
Big Bad Lab Coat
November 15, 2012
Reblogged from Anansi the Poet: Once there lived a nerdy little scientist who would sit alone in his laboratory in the woods making discoveries. Okay, maybe he would play evil genius most days and blow up the entire world with chemistry every week or so, but he was mostly good, trying to make the earth […]
November 4, 2012
Mind state Mindful I am, full of silence and Siam Try and, relate with this for a second Let the record spin till its time to change the needle and adjust the weight I am equipped with ceraphims in wing tips blessing the room with one line punchlines and
We are the Gas. You are the Match by Jason Wright
October 11, 2012
See this is a scene Where dreams take shape Shift like riots on tv Where the walrus speaks And says. “We are nothing but arms and legs We are nothing but spikes and pegs” Drugs and dreads “We are nothing but what we say we said And what we did.” “We are nothing but a […]
September 14, 2012
My best to andy and his soon to be wife Andy I never told you this but some of the best times of my life We’re spent on Erin drive Where we played baskeyball till the street lights came on And kept the friendship as life went on And as life tends to do Friends […]
Rhythm dog track
September 8, 2012
Writing on the ground floor Waiting, To rise up before Sun down To wake up Before bars close To leave the kenneled Dogs Barking up a storm I am waiting for the addiction To take shape Inhale the exhausted fumes And lick the day’s sweaty face I’m waiting for the race to start I am […]
Mind Changes
August 2, 2012
the pills I take To make my hands not shake To make my mind erase Each place Where I’ve stayed too long Or wrote a song with no rhymes No reason To be feeling like this Slit wrists don’t exist When you got one life to live And your mind changes with the seasons God […]
Punk Fish by jason wright
July 29, 2012
Punk Fish it is a lazy sunday, in my boxers listening to cash and kinks kind of day, a soulful sunday listening to the sounds of silence and loneliness, the sounds of Music. I can’t stand silence but I love the sound of it. I dream a little dream i sing to the lepers and […]
Aliens Unite
July 28, 2012
i owe it all to the music by jason wright
July 19, 2012
I listen to each synapse spark in both my minds, and both my hearts In all eight ventricles, I feel the blood mix with the ink I feel the music saturate my soul. and it feels good. When i feel like this, the chemical abyss turns into a longing kiss I feel on my eyelids […]
Blue On prospect street
June 2, 2012
That lady has sweet dance moves Writing on the Roosed Making my mind loose Writing at the crest of a wave Blinking twice Who saves the saints when they come matchin in At the beginning there was no movement Twisted a link and started this shit Now I got my mind undivided And unwinded twice […]
May 5, 2013
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