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Just another Jagged Thought by Jason Wright

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 for you.

I can’t lie, I know I don’t live a private life.
I put each word I write on my website,
and release it all on the mic.

But really this is my only therapy,
from the blank spaces in my mind.
I like to rhyme in my spare time.
And every time I write,
so basically I do this every night.

And by far I am not the brightest.
I am not even smart.
I’m just a poet.
I’m a writer, a blank page is my canvas.

And I fill it with lies, saying I’m the best at this,
when cuts on my wrists say something different.

Please forgive me, this is my only outlet.
And all the ink in this pen can’t forget the shit I deal with.
The world is a psyche ward.

Taking pills to numb your living
To rev your engine.

Well, taking meds cause you have to isn’t the same
You get weeded, because you need it,
cause it makes you feel real
not the weakness.

Then there is me who takes meds to go to bed
to calm my head
half alive, half dead, half a ghost

Just another empty suit in a cubicle
Just another person, in the doctors chair.
Just another poem from a go-no-where poet, who don’t care.

Just another Jagged Thought

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Never Give Up by Jason Wright

Digital space to let the page play with each word like a submarine plays with missiles

Each word is a fistful of roses, sound sealed and delivered like each word is a letter to the aliens of tomorrow

Not extraterrestrial i mean born here on earth in a world where murder is seldom heard

And angels play strings
Like kittens
And poets put down the sickest lines
Before putting up a torch
A candle or a flame

All burns on both ends and ends the same
A perfect world

Clouds of smoke, stamped out like a roach of a spliff or the ones where we live

Doesn’t make a difference
We need more wisdom
Less prisons

We need a society that grows teaches the seeds the wisdom it needs to rise up from the weeds that grow around our knees, that pull us down when we try to succeed

Tabula rosa that’s what I’m needing
Instead of lyrics with no reason
I need a little something that makes sense to me

something that can be understood in 2070

But I’m not blind although its easy to be
I am just different

Something’s that doesn’t matter to you
Means a lot to me

Like bipolar art and poetry
Disillusioned artists illuminate through art

Poetry might spell poverty for you that may be your point of view
But for me it is and will always be with me

Like the pills I take to sleep and the cigarettes I use to breathe

Poetry is the grave ad the reason for me

That make art make
Something lasting,

My poetry each painful page
Each hopeful glance to a future I might never see

Or the present I see so clearly that it’s scary

Things need to change

Things just stay the same
Poetry is my only empathy



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I Love You by Matt Ganem and Say Yes by Justin Lowery


I love you,
Deeper than the roots of mankind
Stretching back to when I love you was shown with actions
My heart explodes like landmines
A site for sore eyes making each beat burst with passion
Beauty I couldn’t find the words to describe
Outlining the girl of my dreams and I’d still come up short
Like a shooting star that was just a blur in the sky
The supernova that took my world by force
Your smile would lighten up the angriest of souls
Making my worst days disappear when I look at you
Rewriting the greatest romance story to ever be told
Shakespeare would be taking notes if he was still here to
I love you with the vigor of an activist
Standing up against the masses with no fear
No roses could equal out to my happiness
I’d scream from the highest mountain for the world to hear
I love you like there’s no tomorrow
To get the most out of our love today
I drink from your bottle
To help chase the pain away
Perfection in an angel that must have fallen from heaven
There is no way you could’ve been created on earth
Love is still adoring the little imperfections
And growing stronger when times get worse
When we kiss its like I touch the lips of a goddess
Holding the only one Aphrodite would be jealous of
Undressed, your naked body is flawless
But its what lies beneath the skin that has me in love
Even the most stunning looks will fade over time
But a loving and compassionate heart will last forever
I’m happy that you are more than just my Valentine
Sharing this paradise of life together
I love you.