Jake Shaw's Blog, page 80
April 1, 2017
Mcfearson
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I’ve never had a problem
Identifying as a slav
While disliking nazis
And thinking that the Serbs
That started World War 1
Were totally in the wrong
Or being Native American
And feeling like it really
Was savage that tomahawks
Chopped scalps off of settlers
I share blood with a
Great great great grandfather
That shot a man
Over a tire swing
Nor that I really feel
For the Greeks or the
Vikings that fearsome
Things into the hearts
Even though my English
Brothers went to war
Against them
I never...
March 31, 2017
Gym, Coffee, Tuition – Journal 3/31/17
One thing that is incredibly difficult to do when writing is to steer completely clear of cliches. There are some perfectly good things that can be written about that are honest to god cliches already by the time you think about writing them. At least maybe not cliches, but simply things that aren’t given good representation when they ARE written about.
Have you ever tried to write erotica? God damn, that shit is D I F F I C U L T. No wonder there’s a market for the 50 Shades series (however...
Meaning
Without you
These songs of mine
Would have no
Meaning
And without you
I wouldn’t have a muse
Quite right to write about
In those songs of mine
All the waves
I hear
Would carry nothing
But water and sound
And there would be no
Need
To be myself
To be natural
Filed under: February Era (III)
March 30, 2017
Poised to Kill Me Thermally
Dry blood and bone dust
Make up the sand and snow
On the slopes
Cold may dominate
But it isn’t without
The bane of bone marrow shards
Or stained glass smashed
Over boulders while it drifts
Down the purple rivers
And glacial giant ice
Floes
Flows
Nirnroots grow
From the macabre sand
And thrive in the snow
Every skeleton that once
Walked that trail up the
Mountain’s side
Was bleached white
All the same
And their bodies were left
To decay in the wind and
Sun and the water and
The blood shed by f...
Zombies
Black boots stomp
And penetrate
Pavement
Digging deep down
And cracking
Concrete
Red wax leaks
And darkness
Drips
Breaking through rifts
Underneath
Their feet
Call them
The risen soldiers
Call them the undead
Call them
A mob of zombies
Call them
Running riot red
Filed under: February Era (III)
March 29, 2017
Corvid In the Wild
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Shot with a Canon EOS Digital Rebel XS; f/5.6; 1/500; ISO-400; 55mm
Filed under: Images
No More
She never really
Told me about where
She came from
I know where she was
Born
But how she got
3000 miles away
I’ll never know
When she went into
Foster care
Why she hates her mother
And because of that
Why she hates her
First name
I’ll never hear more
About that time in El Paso
With the gang
Or hear more
About
The worst thing she’d
Ever done
Because she wouldn’t
Tell me
No more about
Her stalker
Or her robotics
Or those friends
Of hers
No more
Just kinda weird
To think about it,
Don’t you thin...
March 28, 2017
Eating Snow
The chunk
Is pulled
From a whole
So frozen
Cold crystals
And it tastes
Like a cloud
Airy and basic
Filed under: February Era (III)
