Jake Shaw's Blog, page 65

Geosmin

Drenched earthen heat
Soil cracked dry as arid rifts
Soaking liquid sky

Showers upon streets
Seared raindrops flow in valleys
And pool into springs

Partly cloudy breeze
Chill in the great summer heat
Again and again

Light with the hot star
Fading and oscillating
Vanish returning

Filed under: May Era (III)

Light Me On Fire

Light me on fire
See what might transpire
As the paper’s edge blackens
And the ink stains ash

Light me on fire
And use my remains
As a grey powdery pigment
In your paint

Light me on fire
And watch the orange beetles
Run with the heat
Around the gashes

Light me on fire
I make light as you linger
Taking your energy
And scorching your fingers

Light me on fire
So that I may be cleansed
Baptism by blaze
I won’t question your ways

Light me on fire
And see what happens
As I crumble and decay
And wit...

Skypiercers

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Shot with a Canon EOS Digital Rebel XS; f/5.6; 1/400; ISO-400; 18mm.

I took this one in Seattle, of course. Such a haven for large buildings and skyscrapers that dwarf anything else. This was one of the photos in which I suspected a stuck pixel existed… and there is a bright red pixel on the same spot of every photo I’ve taken recently. So there’s that!

Filed under: Images

Deathw7sh II

Untread roads of roots
Where the weight of the bark
Makes the tree trunks bow

Lashed up leaves
Tied to never fall

Branches picked apart
Yet there’s no autumn

This copse costs lots
To keep protected

Every little stem
To keep tied and connected

Impacting
Infrareds
In
Infinite
Icy
Idyll
Ivy

Red dead diamonds
In the forest of forever fall

Tied

By the twine that binds
Their veins still to twigs

Long after they’re dead
They’re admired and
Inspiring

These leaves
Have no more left
To weep

Hot bloody...

Seattle Solstice – Journal 6/21/17

Happy first day of Summer, everybody. Let’s make it a good season!

The take from my birthday was a bunch of cool stuff including but not limited to writing utensils! My sister always pulls through with a moleskine, and this time that rang true with one to replace the completed one that she had gotten for me last year when I turned 19.

Writing is a tricky mistress. With my camera, I can frame up and shoot a photo in about 3 seconds, adjusting for shutter speed and f-stop if I need to. Writing?...

Joint Rolling

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Shot with a Canon EOS Digital Rebel XS; f/5.6; 1/200; ISO-400; 55mm

Filed under: Images

Mindgames

You’re stuck in my head
And I can’t get you out

I’m infatuated
And I can’t fucking help
Myself
Enough to thoughts
Of you

My subconscious
Is attacking
And my desire
Is under fire

Though I wish
To see the end
Of whatever
Might transpire

Filed under: May Era (III)

Simsimyya

Depthy into the night
Deep conversations
As we descend further
Into darkness

Heartstrings being
Strummed by
Someone with a
Sweet hum

Sap can be bitter
But you’re so tender
No shame in being sappy
While you strum off cinders

And your able fingers
Play me great songs
Hands’ heat confident
Casting embers with friction

Strings shooting sparks
Even as day burns out
Forging by chords
A heart in gold

Depthy into the night
You sweetly hum
Fingers fire the forge
And heartstrings strum

Filed under: May...

Voorhees

He’s right
Behind you

Keep sprinting
Jump over those tree roots

Push through the grime
Don’t fall and keep fighting

He’s got machete in hand
And he stalks you slowly

Break through the woods
Meet the ground with your foot

One after another
He slashes and stabs closer

Run run run
If you stop he will come

See his mask
Among trees

Darkness blinds you
And yet you must run

Try and dodge the rocks
And jump over boulders

Tomorrow’s not another day
As long as you don’t know the way

Run run run
If you...

Mnemophobic

Whitest cloudy heaven
Of a bubble bath
And a

Red notebook
Open to a page
Of neat pen scribbles
In a pale hand

Of black decay
Polished fingernails

Blots upon a fine skin
Pockmarks and
Beauty spots

Bloody knuckles
Rubber choker
Pearl earrings
Collarbone
Skeletal
So gracile

A sublime siren
Spoken so softly
That I’ll probably
Have forgotten
What’s said
Long before her song
Is over

This amnesia
Withers
To become
Black polish
And inks those
Willowy fingertips

Metamorphosing
Into this
Talon’s
Idyll
...