Lets Build This Thing Together by Jason Wright

This begins now.

I feel good again, its been a long time. Poets, artists lets reconvene, and put life back in to ODDBALL MAGAZINE.

I’ve been depressed I’ll admit it, kind of hard when you have mental illness. But I’m back and I hope you are too. So lets build this thing together.

Im on a new medicine. It’s called wishful thinking.

(also new thyroid medicine,  no more late for work, no more severe depression)

this is a poem, from my new book I am writing titled “School of Thought”

 

 

 

I think that I might lose my job tomorrow

But I feel like that every Friday

I feel good.

The new prescription works

Woke up and set a personal best

Less then 6 hours rested

And still got up, and did my best.

 

Early to work, early to rise,

Keeps food on the table

And love in your life.

Might turn on the computer

And navigate to the old website

Time to breathe new life

Into dead megabytes.

 

Im going to kick the magazine back into high gear

Yell from the hallowed halls

of the database

“IS ANYONE STILL HERE?”

And if you are, I thank you

 

A new book.

A new medicine.

A new me.

 

And this feeling isn’t going away any time soon

I’m like a new chapter

A fresh fish

A sweet apple

A megapixel

Dilated and rattled

But still face any battle

Been battered

But never shattered

 

Back in time

Rewind my history

Rewrite my future

Feel the conclusion is far from over

 

The clouds have gotten lower

But its still sunshine in my summer

 

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8 Comments

  1. Dear Jason,

    I’ve been thinking of you, but I sensed where you were at. I knew you would be in touch once you moved and dusted. Good to hear your new point of view. Here is a short (poem?) I wrote about mine.

    Point of view

    Beauty advises me
    to change my point of view
    from sad memories
    murky haze

    “put on that cotton dress
    and flowered scarf
    as a leaf frames a rose
    after thorns.

    follow the trees
    as they compose
    in syncopated rows
    where light filters through
    dancing on my skin
    .
    walk slowly to the shore line
    at sunset
    to my violet amber kiss
    before the cerulean sky
    that lulls me into night
    to a dream “

    Bridget

  2. Dear Jason,

    I meant to tell you that I very much liked your poem. It is one of my favorites. What I like most about your wrting/poetry is that you are so accessable,and in being so you are brave.

    I also want all of you who are back on board that I sent the poem in old form with quotations. I have taken them out. That I am responding to beauty and I am not separate from it.
    Every single day I must take notice to one beautiful thing a day, and walk in that reason.

    Point of view

    Beauty advises me
    to change my point of view
    from sad memories
    murky haze

    put on that cotton dress
    and flowered scarf
    as a leaf frames a rose
    after thorns.

    follow the trees
    as they compose
    in syncopated rows
    where light filters through
    dancing on my skin
    .
    walk slowly to the shore line
    at sunset
    to my violet amber kiss
    before the cerulean sky
    that lulls me into night
    to a dream

    Kindest Regards,

    Bridget

    Beauty advises me
    to change my point of view
    from sad memories
    murky haze
    put on that cotton dress
    and flowered scarf
    as a leaf frames a rose
    after thorns.

    follow the trees
    as they compose
    in syncopated rows
    where light filters through
    dancing on my skin
    .
    walk slowly to the shore line
    at sunset
    to my violet amber kiss
    before the cerulean sky
    that lulls me into night
    to a dream

  3. Dear Jason,

    I meant to tell you that I very much liked your poem. It is one of my favorites. What I like most about your wrting/poetry is that you are so accessable,and in being so you are brave.

    I also want all of you who are back on board that I sent the poem in old form with quotations. I have taken them out. That I am responding to beauty and I am not separate from it.
    Every single day I must take notice to one beautiful thing a day, and walk in that reason.

    Point of view

    Beauty advises me
    to change my point of view
    from sad memories
    murky haze

    put on that cotton dress
    and flowered scarf
    as a leaf frames a rose
    after thorns.

    follow the trees
    as they compose
    in syncopated rows
    where light filters through
    dancing on my skin
    .
    walk slowly to the shore line
    at sunset
    to my violet amber kiss
    before the cerulean sky
    that lulls me into night
    to a dream

    Beauty advises me
    to change my point of view
    from sad memories
    murky haze
    put on that cotton dress
    and flowered scarf
    as a leaf frames a rose
    after thorns.

    follow the trees
    as they compose
    in syncopated rows
    where light filters through
    dancing on my skin
    .
    walk slowly to the shore line
    at sunset
    to my violet amber kiss
    before the cerulean sky
    that lulls me into night
    to a dream

    Not sure why
    Kindest Regards,
    was in the middle of the poem,
    I am sure you all figured that out-sorry for another edit

  4. Hi Jason –

    Glad to read this – glad to hear things are looking up for you! I look forward to more on Oddball. Thanks for all you do.

  5. Hey, Jason.

    We met on the Red Line yesterday. (Sara and Shelle) Where are you performing next? We want to hear the rest of the poem you wrote!

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