Jake Shaw's Blog, page 37

2 Spooky

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Shot with a Canon EOS Digital Rebel XS; f/29; 1/200; ISO-400; 33mm.

Too spooky for me.

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Jessica Metamorphose

We met perfectly
Textbook

Had a date at the diner
As if this were the 60’s

Hipsterish dress
And a sweet face

A cute mole on your cheek
And pathways we’d seek

Walking on in the rain
To the park in autumn vanes

In your cozy home
Like Coraline’s apartments

There was wonder
Around every corner

Wintertides in December
A force awakens in theaters

Lived through decades
Together

Not a knight in shining armor?
Maybe I felt like it back then

When I was with you
And could hold your hand

When I could dri...

Airtafae Almaedin

Metal rose
Dethorned

Hammered and welded
Glossed and stained

Perfumed
Oil dipped

Alive
Stem beating

With its spirit
So dulcet

Willing, when asked,
To be tangible

Perfume
Of metal rose

Perfuse diffuse
Quiet incense

Heavy in the hand
Calm spirits

Stainless stem
Anodized petals

Created with care
Rose oil stained

Letting its spirit
Become infinitely real

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Kirke

In the crowd of
A concert we’re not
Smoking cigarettes
After sex

But I’m holding you
Close as you slowly
Grind
Against me

Standing room
Sensual
Sexual
Savory unliterary

If only the fabric
Understood what
The friction
Means

This heat
Dirty dancing
Between
You and me

Hot and sweaty
Sinful energy
Slow music
Grinding

Telling of desire
In a dim venue
A crowd of people
And I only want you

You make me burn up
And our sweat mixes
I’m moving with your lead
To where the sun goes

At dusk

To where desir...

Shoulders of an Ancient

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Shot with a Canon EOS Digital Rebel XS; f/5.6; 1/1000; ISO-400; 80mm. 11/9/2017 3:51 PM.

Nearly like it could lift out of the soil and walk tall.

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Q’s Cafe

Green tea fappuccino
At a coffee shop in Parkland
Light and shadow
In the clouds

Ready to claim
The sky

Leaves crunch
Beneath feet
On a sidewalk by
A busy street

Thick coats
Cold bones

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Seattle Dive

Steel rose
The Crocodile
Cigarettes After Sex
Dim Seattle

Steel with scent
Of rose
Welded by heat
Of Cigarettes After Sex

With the sweat of
Swaying to songs
You look at me
And smile

In a concert crowd
Of collared shirts
You’re focusing
On me

Dim lights
Drowning in the
Atmosphere
Standing room only

Colorful lipstick rust
On the petals
Cascades
Through the air

You take its thorns
And you put them
In your mouth
Like dark chocolate

Hanging off of lips
Romantic sentiments
Paradoxical
Apocalypse

Me...

One One-billionth Here – Journal 12/6/17

December has made my mind numb. I feel like I’m learning a lot more about stuff in general and I haven’t had a lot of grounding from keeping my head out of the clouds. I’m covering shifts left and right, pushing through the last week until I get an associate’s degree, and continuing to talk about Kirke outside of myself.

I’m riding into 2018 listening to Chemical (ft. Five Knives) by Xilent. That one really caught on with me over the course of this year.

Man, I’m really struggling to put toge...

Blurry Goodbye

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Shot with a Canon EOS Digital Rebel XS; f/5.6; 1/20; ISO-1600; 55mm. 10/22/2017 8:07 PM.

“I like it raw.”

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September Sky

Sun’s hanging low
Air’s cooling off

Seasons are shifting
And the summer is lifting
Fall is falling
Wind begins wailing

Leaves gather
On the sidewalks
Kicking up with
Feet chasing deeds

Things to do
Now that it’s cold
Outside on the street
And warm inside

It’s time to open
Windows while we sleep
And wear three
Jackets when we walk

Cavalry to crunching
Dead tree leaves

Uniform in orange
Red and yellow

Brown in bark and woe
In the gutters
When the breeze
Picks up and leaves

Partly cloudy
Where s...