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the difference (the good side of me) by JSN WRT [poem 10 1/2]
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 [...]
9th in Cambridge (the words I write) by Jsn Wrt
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 [...]
Comas, Commas/Carrots, Karats by JSN WRT
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 [...]
April 8th Eggs Day 8 by JSNWRT
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 [...]
April 7th- Poem 7 National Poetry Month- After words what is there?
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, [...]
New Day by Jason Wright
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 [...]
April 4 National Poetry Month
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 [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
I wish I could be Jim Morrison by Jason Wright
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 [...]
Rhythm dog track
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 [...]
Mind Changes
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 [...]
Punk Fish by jason wright
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 [...]
Freaks and mirrors
This is my life.
i owe it all to the music by jason wright
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SiEaRRaqTQw&feature=youtube_gdata_player 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 [...]
A radio song gone on too long
In the clutches of greatness Was a man who wanted to be famous He sat there waiting so long He could have been a waitress or a doctor Cause man, did [...]
Blue On prospect street
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 [...]
Suburban Sky by Jason Wright
I tried to sing about you But my guitar wouldn't let me Instead it wept softly and gently I wanted to sing about how to me you're like family Where when [...]
(judge) me
Wasn't happy with that effort Knew with a little more effort That I could do better now I look on the train Wait now I remember I don't do this for [...]
Mac on the Mic dedicated to Sabrina Gravanti
On a Wednesday morning , stuck on the train I think about last night, saw Mac Lethal at the Middle East Dudes a beast With a rapid release like Benadryl, and [...]
Sex and a sandwich by Jason wright
Alright here comes a shining light There's a train on this track loaded with dunno mite no I mean dynomite thats alright, blame the slip up on auto type writing with [...]
Dedication by JSN WRT
Here I go with an awful first sentence and a sickness either the pen I ink with or the mind I think with usually drips down too quick, get motion sickness [...]
Something Static
Writers block Walking through mid time traffic I see many worlds unfold That was the first lines of a poem I wrote so long ago Before I had mic control Had [...]