Snake with eight legs treads web
Foreign slaves beds crave death
Wrapped in strange threats caged pets
Morphed the more fed
Through rageless stages
Frantic wings spread
Punished with stringy chain links
Swallowed its own head
Flight taken stuck to sticky tendons
Slithering tendency rendered
To kill or set free surrenderRead More
Jack writes about his journey in stopping marijuana use.
I’ve been a pothead on and off since I was about 15 years old. Began with marijuana. Eventually landed on ecstasy. Even dabbled in psychedelics. The only one I kept returning to was marijuana. I easily let go of all the others. Returned to marijuana so often I’ve defined it as addictive behavior. And I put no blame on the cannabis itself for my constant return. I’m the one with the addictive tendencies after all. Theoretically, I could have gotten addicted to anything from alcohol to gambling or sex. It just so happen to be this because it was the first. It happen while I was the youngest.
I quit for many years. Since senior year in high school until the middle of my college years. When I got back to it I’d only use every couple of months. About a year in it was as frequent as every weekend. I felt creative using it and enjoyed the feeling. It gradually leaked into the rest of the week. Maybe something left over from the weekend would get used on Wednesday. It wasn’t long before anything left over was used the following Monday. As I got more used to doing it regularly it became such a part of the daily routine that I began looking forward to it. Eventually trying to stretch the same amount through the entire week. By this point I managed to get high each day micro-dosing. As my tolerance grew I was less affected and left wanting more each time. I began buying twice as much each week. That kept me stoned Sunday through Saturday. From then on it’s a tolerance building game.
And then I’m getting high to feel normal.
The days I don’t have it I feel anxious. Depressed. Desperate. Bored. I think the boredom is the worst part. It’s maddening. Whenever I try stopping, boredom turns me back around. It’s so easy to access marijuana and instantly make all things fun and exciting. The all natural boredom killer. For a low price have a blast. But I only think this is true. I don’t function sober because what I used to call sober is the state I’ve reached now while high. High when normal, normal when high. I’m paying to avoid boredom withdrawal. The cannabis does nothing but keep me stable. It’s the only way I…Read More
I play with words
Not great at it
I'm too absurd
What I say is madness
Corrupted things I've heard
That make thoughts happen
So I twist and turn
Until I hear patterns
When I feel it works
I jot rabid
Then I show the world
Once I've had at itRead More
At the tail end of their first journey together, the couple finds themselves starving and freezing in search of the desert kingdom to make their big sale and find shelter.
We’ve been out here for days. Six. Wandering. No sight of anything. No site or anything. This desert goes on and on. Our water supply is running low. Our stamina is burning off quicker each day.
Our tents have kept us warm during the sun’s intense rule of the sky. We’re on the move again at the start of the frozen nights, following the glow of each others lanterns. But even the lantern oil is drier with each night. With the dark comes harsher sandstorms trying to steal the air away. Yet, the goal has all but…Read More
Absent minds caged in present bodies
Rage that festers misplaced and rotting
The stench of hate with blood clotting
Boiling crazed surface bubbles
Quiet pops and explosive rubble
Crumbled structures, knocked dominos
Struck and assured lightning, double
Tipped trucks and sequential events
Rocked by repent stuck in events
Loops of screaming heads
Transcend red colored vents
Splattered from the massacre
Of high horses in fire set
Blazed internetRead More
A traveling trader tells the story of how his wife joined him on a journey.
Crackling embers and creaking crickets fill the silent night. Branches sticking from the dirt holding up wolf meat to be licked by the flames. Martha’s been quiet for hours. She only leaves her tent to turn the meat and returns.
I keep rubbing a smooth stone along the edges of our swords. It seem to lecture her every time we barely survive a battle. “Attack and dodge!” I tell her repeatedly. She assures me she’s doing what she can, but I fear being witness to her death. We barely escaped today’s encounter with our lives.
We couldn’t retrieve the treasure the golem guarded or its heart. We were too exhausted to continue. Running for our lives was what we had left. An entire day wasted.
At the beginning it was just me taking these month long journeys to track and retrieve expensive treasures from across the land. Martha didn’t my elongate absences. She’d complain and request coming along to help. She’d say, together we could watch each others backs and go where I wouldn’t dare alone. Eventually, I had no choice but to agree. We trained for…Read More
I don't pretend to be the good guy.
I'm just not hiding my dark side.
I played nice but it ain't fine.
All my plays line under grey skies.
Let the rain fall over flames dying.
Used to chase lies but I stop trying.
And the clot from the smoke in my lungs made me choke.
But the flood cleansed the river and the air delivered hope.
Beware, with mind clear and held rope I hang regrets here.
Under the waterfall crashing over rising steam and asphalt superheated from fading fire from dissolving demons as a monster I became to defeat them.Read More
Consumed by myself. I am living in hell. Twisting mind isn't well. From the good I'm repelled. Where I stood, ground is held. Swiss knife crude, blooded bell. Ringing ears, broke shells. Brisk breeze frozen in cells. Trapped indulgent, expelled demons ravaged the trail. Still transforming but frail. Soon acquire the grail. Quite admired, derailed. Just too tired to tail. Setting fires to fail. Flames rose higher. Refusal to retire. The new age will rage empires risen by crazed beastly crying. At tops peak my eyes spying. I've evolve, all else dying. Animalistic, still trying. Till last breaths fighting, I'll be.Read More
Thinking about mortality and the love of creating.
Often conflicted and quite difficult to please, a complicated pursuit to remain busy and create overtakes. It’s aimless, but fueled by the imagination of a mind never silent. Thoughts without sleep. A perpetual anxiety holds on the brink of psychological collapse. Everlasting depression lingers in the background with awareness of mortality and the shortness of time. All the things wanted but only few will unfold before the red curtain drops, the lights shut off and the stage plunges to darkness. Countless tail-chases to the priceless and of meaning. Naming it purpose. Hoping it doesn’t come across as…Read More
We don't learn
We spin and turn while stomachs churn
And ache and burn
Riddled and unanswered
Lazy claiming hands hurt
Phased by changing landscapes
In the dark holding no lanterns
Facing our last takes
Chasing past mistakes
Deep breaths and smiles faked
Refusing to raise the stakes
Hearts too scared to break
Wont pierce through fear
Yet blood thirsty and fierce
Cowards trembling and biting
The same cowards never found fightingRead More
Jack writes of new creative ventures to pursue.
For several years I’ve been dabbling in game development. Learning the annoying ins and outs of game design and balancing. It’s definitely one of the most creative activities I’ve ever had the pleasure of experiencing and taking part in. It is also definitely one of the more difficult things I’ve attempted. It’s right up there with advanced arts like Novel Writing and Portrait Painting. The intricate details that formulate a single fraction of the bigger picture are absurdly complex. Similar to novel writing, if a single piece of the puzzle no longer works the entire bigger picture has the potential to collapse. One loose thread can unravel the entire stitch work.
Some of the more trying times I’ve encountered have arrived with game updates. Each new addition to the game can break all the other parts. Nothing can simply be forced in or added. Incorporation is the correct term. All new features must be carefully molded to fit the existing project like they were there from the start. Frustrations have been faced on multiple occasions do to this. I’m sure had I been someone else I would have quit as these moments came forward. Luckily, I’m a bit of a masochist and push…Read More
I'm broken. I've chosen to work with it. Certain its hopeless. Its slow fizzing. Not sure when I might pop. But for sure something'll get me to blow my top. Head's hot. And they tell me I'm cold. This fever has me sweating. I call it addiction to accomplishment, challenge and work. Others label it being a narcissistic snark jerk. I'm just impatient with the lazy. Call me crazy.
Tempered. Boiling cold. I'm striding forward on this road and tearing down whatever forest stands in my way.
Struggle and success are how I play.Read More
Electronics broadcasting from our pockets, handing us opinions and beliefs. Critical thinking and self reflection is a thing of the past. Media slavery is the new wave. The new order.
Pocket mirrors. Clever image. Surfing while catching waves. Searching for shelter. For cover. Dodging rays. Pixel boxes with dark displays. Projected normality. Morality is stray.
Minds stranded far away. Used to pay for electric food. To feed on the endless stream. Turned flood, we’re dragged and taken. Awaken washed up together on a beach with cardboard oceans and salt for sand.
Confused and fragmented we obey chirping Bluejay. Let them lead us. Seed us to repeat like parrots misunderstanding freedom. Thinking the caged bird sings ‘cause joy. Meanwhile…Read More
Stop making up excuses and deceiving yourself with lame reasons why you don’t find time to do the things you want to do (But somehow still find time for Netflix binging, video games or parties) and get to fulfilling your dreams before your on the other end of your life and its too late.
Life as a snake. Chip away skin not yet shed. Early bird gets the worm. Earlier slither gets the feather. Make it squirm. Life gets better. Fighting is how to learn.
Bad weather static under rain clouds. Can’t fly when the wind shouts. Wait for lightning to ground them down. Whining. Plotting. Sounds in the dark. Alarm. Harming. The trick is the charm.
Like Ted for lunch. Then dead. The necromancer draining corpses like old cancer.
Farming skill points. No cheat codes. Break the game. No cheap modes. Rank to hard. Try harder. Craft the scars. Ain’t skipping scenes. Gonna figure out what it all means.
No walks through parks or skips through fields. Just sprints with swords and shields. Down the middle where the…
Grind. Grind away. Until it numbs your mind every day.
Stick to the plan and it'll give way to the hopes and dreams you wish will take play.
Its a struggle but ease is worth nothing. Feeling like you've worked your way out of trouble is what leads to feeling pleased.
Work hard. Enjoy the fight. Its not about winning. Its about finding peace.Read More
Hidden in the dark a whisper calls on a spark to drag the dreamers far
Off shore to the void, course of everlasting noise, poised in lasting joy
Angered echoes try to detract, destroy, that’s exactly the point
To push through reveals what one is meant to do, who’s made their choice
They’ll try to stop the truth, distractions to avoid
The powers will only shower the hours with creative towers if one endures the callous
Howls like wolves, keep chasing the meal, effort turning the fiction to real
Lessons lessen to the voices stuck stressing, investing in second guessing
I'm not deep, I'm shallow
Just a creep, quite hollow
But speak what I reap
It may seem like I keep the depths brief and under my breath
Its all from the chest, whether weak or from a shot up vest its me
Colorful or bleakRead More
With logic tossed out the window and reasoning a thing of the past, the outrage culture takes center stage in our media run society. This is a short ranty poem on the subject.
Guilty conscious ringing off alarms in the darkness. It’s haunting
Daunting the shifty nonsense. Swinging pendulums lost in the crossroads
Demon deals hidden by the cornfields. The chase of success is too real
Flaunting the wrong things ‘till the swan sings
It’s been too long since cashing that check from reality. It’s caustic
A cost that won’t stick. Caused by old tricks. Stone moss that grows thick
Structural failure, neglect, the behavior
Rejected by the savior, reasoning. Calculating to slave work
Seasoning the flavor of…