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 [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
See this is a scene "The Blue Sphere" Shahnawaz Achhiwala © 2010 Where dreams take shape Shift like riots on tv Where the walrus speaks And says. “We are [...]
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 [...]
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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 [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
Damn It's hot in this jacket. Tried time trials Ran the miracle mile Turned the corner Showed my smile Changed my style Ran around loose like a spring unwound Like a [...]
Back to thinking irrational Passion like an animal Lost in the wild Testing my stamina Running on empty No film in the camera I'm Rambo With no ammo Sitting in a [...]
When I walk I walk in circles When I write I find my purpose To spit free verses To make something Gold, and at best bronze But without a doubt I [...]
Shin splints Turning 32 Losing everything But giving it back To you Writing in a Boston mind set Letting the sunshine in a little bit at a time Hobbled onto the [...]
On the train again People always staring Me always staring back Diverting my eyes to keep Polite Brain music Finding my thoughts again Letting the ink out my veins Onto the [...]
Damn I sucked tonight Horrible on the mic I don't think I like my voice Doesn't sound right Maybe it was the microphone Maybe it was the band Nah they were [...]
12:30 I eat begin to choke But still can breathe fine 1:00 Still choking Can't really concentrate 1:15 go to puke nonchalantly 1:20 Sit back in my chair 1:23 Tell friend [...]
On days like these we are recharged like batteries Where the bottom of the boat drops and we get this idea that we don't exist at all, that tomorrow isn't promised, [...]
Sent from my iPod It's 7:13 in the Am I sit half awake on the train There is a woman in the handicapped seat She is using two needles weaving together [...]
I look at my bracelet one on my right wrist to remind me of Jimmy and Nick, Jeremy and Amanda, and to know that an afterlife exists, or at least hope [...]
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O0wHkMPxmSo&feature=player_embedded Thank you and good night! Applause, wait for them to leave Step outside. I see you for three seconds Enough to let my soul show And I retreat back to [...]
My last poem was deleted. It was a poem about a bus driver. I'll try and recite it. Ahem... I'm a bus driver. Some words. More words. A few clever rhymes. [...]