Jake Shaw's Blog, page 7

Photographer Nine

[image error]Canon 1000D, 1/400. ISO-800, 18mm. 1/15/2018, 3:33 PM.

You brought me along
To your version
Of where my life
Was manufactured

Where I was
Taken apart
And put back
Together

So you stand
In the frame
Unaware
Of the stakes

Of making
Your way
Into my
Memories

City That Didn’t Exist

I visited a place
I can’t go back to

A different era
Like a portal
You could have
Gone through

One that fell apart
When you came back

I can’t go back to
But I remember you
Who stepped
That way

You visited a place
I can’t go back to

Natalie

“You’re a psychopath”

First time I’ve heard that
But I never thought I’d
Hear it from you

Wish you didn’t hate me
Wish I could have said
‘Happy Birthday’ instead
Of being struck silent

By cynicism

“You’re a psychopath”
I will remember
The way we locked eyes
And the tone of your voice

Makes me hurt to think
That someone so stoic
Would
Lash that at me

Nevermind the times
I was invited along
To go on long drives
And have days in the city

Because apparently
That was all worth
Just doing away with...

Happy 19th Birthday!

I wish I could be there with you, you know. 19 isn’t as cool as 18 or 20, buuuuut it’s still another drop in the pond.

Enjoy! I’m thinking of you.

Drake Equation

To sit and think
About nothing at all
Is to invite idle
Thoughts from things
That have passed

The past
Its influence and life
Still alive even after
It’s been dead
But it never left

It exists because
You think
And idle
So when you’re idle
You think

Inviting those things
To come back again
In all shapes and forms
When you didn’t think
You had the strength to

Bring something to life
You can walk in graveyards
And summon the dead
Memories back again
Like they never died

In a state of flux
Always...

Happy Birthday – Journal 9/14/18

There are quite a lot of ways to go about this, but I figured this would be a good way to go.

This journal is dedicated to the love of my life, as she ages another year, and this time on the other side of the world. I figured it would be the best time to kind of describe this side of my life in a journal, and give a certain someone something to wake up to on their feed.

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We met in a poetry class, and then again in international relations. It was almost serendipitous as to how I appeared, and...

Sparrow Two

Welcome to wonderland
Says he
Leading us through a
Woodsy pathway
That winds and twists
Yet he stays ahead
Of us the whole time

Blinking in and out
Of existence

Leading us

Appearing to us to
Let us know that

We’re going the right way

Syncope – Journal 9/9/18

When I woke up yesterday morning, I couldn’t use my own strength to get out of bed, lest I let another muscle spasm in my back get worse and bring me right back down to earth. This two-hour long struggle culminated in me passing out due to the pain, which is a sensation I have never quite experienced before.

It felt like I lived another life for years, and woke up in someone else’s body, staring at my ceiling. A hot flash later, and some lightheadedness passing by, and I realized where I was...

Familiar

Walking with a ghost
On my bones
Possessing my flesh
My melted iron will
Is a welcome shell

Regrowth in your body
Like moss
Retakes your psyche
Is what the ghost
Is telling me

Walking as a ghost
Towards paths found
Long ago by a fetch
Who lingered out of
Body then returning

Turning

Back to look behind
Where the grove once
Made a comfort in
Fortress-like branches
So long ago

Armor and blood iron
Litter my past on the
Ground, eroding, sinking
Being buried, turning
Into rock before my eyes

Turni...

War Pigeon

Fly
From our metal bunker
Where we might just
Be doomed to die

A message on your leg
You know to spread your wings
And glide
Over the hurt and gunfire

Away from us, to far away
To our artillery batteries
With the message of
“Fire away”

Coordinates drawn
Angles vectored
And they do fire
Will you return to find

A bunker untaken?