Jake Shaw's Blog, page 79
April 7, 2017
Beat
I know there’s something more out there
But I
Just don’t know what to wear
I could get dressed in anything
But I
Will only go out in what feels right
I want to hunt that something more
Calling
Me to walk out the door
I know there’s something more out there
But I
Just don’t know what to wear
Out the window I can see
Everything
Begging my curiosity
I can’t match my shoes to my favorite tie
Better try
To find something else that works
I know there’s something more out there
But I
Just don’t know...
April 6, 2017
11pm
11pm is always rainy
And dark
Always seems lonely
No matter what
Headlights nice
And dim
And low
11pm
Always seems cloudy
And the air makes
Your hands feel
Cold like mint
11pm is always
Dirty and dangerous
Yet alive and wonderful
Dressed provocatively
It always glows with a
Fiery haze
Street lights
11pm always opens
With the autumnaut lights
Of white and orange street lights
And it closes with the howl
Of starlit silence
Filed under: February Era (III)
April 5, 2017
Drinking Fountain
It’s like I’m in
Elementary again
As I press the front lever
And water spouts
From the nozzle
Making a cold drizzling
Noise
On the stainless steel basin
And going down the drain
Filed under: February Era (III)
Hello Spring Quarter – Journal 4/5/17
Today was the first day of ADVANCED WRITING. Holy shit! First day! I made a fucking joke about writing Dead Kennedys fanfiction and it went well! I feel so at home!
So in this advanced writing class (ADVANCED because it’s fucking A D V A N C E D as SHIT), we only workshop! Fuck yeah, am I right? Fucking full on critique mode activated. Professor asked for who’s gonna be volunteering to go first, and my hand was the first to raise. I’m gonna be posting up 5 poems of mine to get critiqued. All...
April 4, 2017
Moleskine Face
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Shot with a Canon EOS Digital Rebel XS; f/5.6; 1/160; ISO-400; 55mm
Filed under: Images
Berserkergang Glorious
She roared in
With a fury
And abandon
Rarely seen
Charging in with
Naught but
Two axes
And terrible vigor
Creating corpses
As she waded
Through swathes
Of combatants
Only dried blood
Decorated her garb
As new blood
Rained upon it
A fire raged
In the eyes
Like a gift from
Odin himself
A trance-like fever
Made her immune
To the flames
And steel of enemies
With battle cries
Two axes
And the promise
Of Valhalla awaiting
Focused recklessness
Drove her to charge
Into combat as a
Savage discipline
H...
April 3, 2017
It Was Sunny Once
Our sun is dead
Her legs didn’t work
Too well
In the end
She was put to sleep
Put down
And let down
Outlived many
Like Piper and Redd
Did so much like
Run away
Be part of Halloween
And was a sled dog
For my roller blading
Sister
But that age
Has long passed
A husk after the
Others went
Then saw her own
Dusk through clouds
In her eyes
Goodbye
I wish this didn’t
Have to happen
Filed under: February Era (III)
Symbolic Something
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Another writer gave his pen to me,
Said he wanted to “swap energy”.
So I took his and he took mine,
And I tried to imagine all the things it’d seen.
What kind of clubs had it been in.
What words had it written.
Was there ever a time when he
Wished it wasn’t missing?
Where had it been. Was there ever
A city that us two had visited?
Or had the same spot in a place
Where the only thing to do was write,
And right we were, because apparently
Our pens weren’t just similar.
Identical, the model, an...
April 1, 2017
The Most Trouble I Ever Got Into (Unadulterated)
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So when I was in the first or second grade, I attempted multiple times to forge my mother’s signature. The reason I did this was because I was given a referral. Referrals at my elementary school were not a good thing. It was basically a referral to go talk to the principal. For some reason, I had done something so wrong as a youngling that I was given a god damn motherfucking referral. Fuck me, I didn’t even fucking know how to cunting curse yet, but look at me now! GIVE ME A REFERRAL NOW, T...
