tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53624842012-02-16T03:37:20.501-07:00CookiejarI'm going to be working on this blog for a while until I can ever get a real website going. Until then, feel free to comment on what you like and want you don't like. The title of this blog is taken from <I>I Want to Want You </I> ("Stick your hand in the cookiejar, pull out bad poetry"), a song by Juilana Hatfield.Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504214096122713542noreply@blogger.comBlogger851100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362484.post-31782947129302399632010-05-22T14:06:00.004-07:002010-05-26T20:51:50.177-07:00Möbius StripI can't breathebut I can still feel my heartbeat after beat after beatI can't decideif it's worth it againor if I should let it all goShould I just let it all goIs this how it startsor how it will endI wish that I knewit were realI wish that I knewit were realIs this how it startsor how it will endI wish that I couldtell it apartA foolish dreamor a foolish hopeIf it's truethat all Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504214096122713542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362484.post-83724865715802949332010-03-05T00:29:00.002-07:002010-03-05T00:38:30.669-07:00Spinning 3/5/10Count down to Earthdown to the groundKeep it fastand keep it strongSpinningspinningspun aroundfound that everythingis lost against a cacophony of pointless sound Never was and never becounting down and spinning freelost fromtimeand lightand gravity Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504214096122713542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362484.post-76456085864307004272008-03-07T23:06:00.002-07:002010-04-20T23:00:44.720-07:00Obelisk This marks themomentthat I lost themovementthat kept me goingonMy inertiain goneThis weighthas drivenme downThe ground is sosolidNot like the skyNot like the orbitI hadMy world's crackedemptyit's contents aregoneAnd spilling intoan empty skyJasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504214096122713542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362484.post-71370639796525801392008-03-07T23:00:00.004-07:002008-03-07T23:06:25.427-07:00Of It All3/7/08I could burst from the feelingI could just sing out loud.I could lose my neckand lose my headAnd that's the thrill of it all.I could write a bestsellerI could just lookyou in the eyesI could start a bandand play the drumsAnd that's the thrill of it all.I could play a part in a movieI could lose myselfin your armsI could walk in the rainand get crushed by a planeAnd that's the Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504214096122713542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362484.post-44469863348515141572008-01-02T23:25:00.001-07:002008-01-02T23:26:02.075-07:00Seti 1/1/08Sub zero moleculesmoving away from at light speedtowards another bodyI've lost your orbitDark matter surrounds usas my sun dimsYour body is thecelestial heavenshidden from meby timeby gravityby a universe uncaringYour voiceso distant broken radio wavesdiscordant and faintMy eyesonce so full of wonderturn to the night skynow so coldnow so emptysearch forany sign of lifeJasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504214096122713542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362484.post-55440272751517279412007-10-07T09:53:00.000-07:002007-10-07T09:56:09.779-07:00Beats Only When It Beats 10/7/07Like an orbit gone erraticblood flows all spastic my heart beats so sporadic cause it beats only when it beats for youTrapped in Shimizu’s atticI try not to panicI can’t stop acting manic it beats only when it beats for youYou’d think by now I’d have it allfigured outYou’d think by now I’d be calm Not freak outYou’d think that I could think about thinkingabout not Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504214096122713542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362484.post-28219718989061444672007-09-26T18:59:00.002-07:002007-09-26T19:03:24.966-07:00Blank8/13/07the words fight menow more then everthey refuse to fillmy pageor my soulthey holdeverythingback from meabandoning mein this dark nostalgictimeleaving me tomy own tuneless thoughtsand my stupid mindlessramblingsself hate only goes sofarbefore it just becomespathetically triteif the words wouldonly comei could write something newi could be someone differentnot a blank soul on a pageJasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504214096122713542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362484.post-32427247027730469662007-09-26T18:59:00.001-07:002007-09-26T19:02:47.675-07:00Under Everything8/13/07Under everything liesjust more liesjust more tales oflove and loss and loss and love.The same thingthe same damn thingthat lies inside us alldriving us madwith all this painmixed with bloodmixed with desire.Under all of the lies lienothing but empty spacejust waiting to be filledwith pain and haterazor bladesand bite markshidden behind the lie of a smileJasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504214096122713542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362484.post-70721015115317755812007-04-30T21:36:00.002-07:002009-01-11T00:07:21.141-07:00Confused Epiphany 4/30/07You wonder what’s wrongYou’re singing a songThen suddenly find yourselfStarting to cryYou’re on top of your gameAnd then nothing’s the sameOne second you’re happy Then next one you’re sadAnd you’re worried that you’reGoing madIt’s a blessing in disguise When you finally realize That it’s loveThe way you think When you feelThat you’re thinking It’s realAnd you hope that Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504214096122713542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362484.post-9279842633930498152007-04-30T21:29:00.001-07:002007-04-30T21:29:38.613-07:00I Hope So 06/05/06Did I makeyou feel betterwhen you wanted to die?Did I help you forgetabout the tears in your eyes?Did I help you hold onas you were letting go?Did I?Did I?I hope so.Do you think of melike I think of you-a partner a lover a friend?Do you think of mewhen you’re sitting alonewishing I was holding you close?Do you?Do you?I hope so.Can we live like this?Like a dream.Like a wish.Can Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504214096122713542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362484.post-67080084842609090052007-04-30T21:27:00.000-07:002007-04-30T21:28:02.719-07:00Paint-By-Numbers04-20-06This spaceit’s mine you knowThis placeit’s mine too you knowYou have everythingeverything you could wantand I have thisThis pain that defies youby defining mebetter then your iron handed paint-by-numbers ever couldIt angers you I knowthat my angerisn’t dependent on youI’m independent from youmy masochistic nature extends to our one-sided relationship You hurt me because I Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504214096122713542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362484.post-27465315415110764882007-02-19T23:53:00.000-07:002007-02-19T23:54:25.041-07:00The Last Temptation of Isaiah Rose2/7/06Women are troubleI’ll tell you son,they may look prettythey may look like funBut girls cause problemseveryman knows-just listen to the story'bout Isaiah Rose.Isaiah never lackedany female attentionhe was sexy and suaveand not to mentionhe had it where it counts(to hear the women tell)but none that helped himwhen he met DanielleShe was at the bartaking a Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504214096122713542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362484.post-10747023499377840542007-02-19T23:52:00.000-07:002007-02-19T23:53:16.657-07:00Kilter1/23/06Lost my museamused by the propositionthat this position could be filledand filed away by an independent anarchyor governmental bureaucracywithout a single word from me.Censorship isn’t worth shit if what I’m not sayingis that I’ve already lost it.Too many rely on the crutch of guns and breastsboth best abused when used in the hands of a killerSo off kilter when she strikes me and Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504214096122713542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362484.post-74278420104347087792007-02-19T23:50:00.000-07:002007-02-19T23:51:54.584-07:00Melodious Melancholy1/4/06I am not the personthat I would like to beit’s not a mysterythat I’m in misery.And I’m not the kind of personthat takes responsibilityfor my past historyI think it’s plain to seethat I’m in misery.My talents and abilities?Nonexistent.Opportunity knocked three times.I missed it.I don’t like to soundself pitying,but on some rainy daysit’s most fitting.‘Cause I’m not the Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504214096122713542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362484.post-52279706386078195992007-02-19T23:49:00.002-07:002007-02-19T23:50:35.258-07:00little black angst cloud6/27/05i'm just a little black angst cloudhovering over humanityonly a little black angst cloudis this all i will ever be?everyone knows that this angst cloudcan never dry up, no not a biti'll just put on a frown and sulk aroundwondering why i can't quitJasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504214096122713542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362484.post-2388788207180614582007-02-19T23:49:00.001-07:002007-02-19T23:49:40.894-07:00Cinder6/27/05She burns melike only she canwith her hipswith her lipswith a flick of her toungeHer smooth skinher hairsilky underwearLights me uptakes me downconsumes meburns melike only she canJasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504214096122713542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362484.post-75701634229143319522007-02-19T23:46:00.000-07:002007-02-19T23:48:30.558-07:00Blood from a Stone4/16/04It's not what you promisedIt's not what I wantedsleeping with liesand next to a stranger.No happily ever afterjust one more endingbut I can't let it end hereand I can't let it lingerchoking on silencebreaking my knuckleson these brick wallsthat surround metrap medeny meyour loveand deny meyour touchThis cement is hatredthe foundation is lonelinessThose brick wallsthat Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504214096122713542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362484.post-1129660807691148172005-10-18T11:38:00.000-07:002005-10-18T11:40:07.700-07:00Everything's not Everything 10/18/05Stand on your soapboxand Heaven will still exceedyour graspYou grasp as straws that just brake my backThis is not what you wantedand I’m not sleeping anymoreInsomnia’s taking me placesyou can never goLike a rabbit down the holeI don’t believe you anymoreand everything’s not everythingIt’s not really anything at allBut the skies open upand rain falls like Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504214096122713542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362484.post-1078996551793051902004-03-11T02:15:00.000-07:002004-03-11T02:18:08.653-07:00Spend The Night 03/06/04
Morning is so far away
another day you'll go away
spend the night.
Spend it here
you hold me close
I'll hold you near.
We can gaze at the ceiling
make it a special thing
We can lie here in bed
let the book that we read
join the clothes on the floor
we won't be alone anymore.
Please don't go out the door
spend the night.Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504214096122713542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362484.post-1078996448118120352004-03-11T02:14:00.000-07:002004-03-11T02:17:16.373-07:00Antihero 02/28/04
This is
This is not
what you wanted.
You are
You are
all that I got.
I am
I am not
what you're needin'
Where is
Where is the
hero you want?
I stayed
I stayed here
waiting for you.
And you
And you just
turned away.
I know
I know I'm
unimportant
Can't we
Can't we pretend
for one day?
You are
You are
all that I got.
I am
I am not
what you're needin'
Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504214096122713542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362484.post-1078996406972138302004-03-11T02:13:00.000-07:002004-03-11T02:17:00.390-07:00Ties That Bind 02/29/04
Shouting
yelling
oh, those angry words.
Thrown back
and forth
like some twisted
child's game.
Cries muffled
by a pillow
wet with tears.
Those nights
made a hole
and I don't dare
put anything there.
Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504214096122713542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362484.post-1078996294373914662004-03-11T02:11:00.001-07:002004-03-11T02:13:51.246-07:00Ok 03/04/04
Ok
Shut up
Go away.
You’ve talked enough
you’ve had your say
Fine
I’m done
Out of time
I’m wrong again
I did the crime
Shit
Not again
Sick of it
You pretend nothing’s wrong
then throw a fit.
That’s it
I’m done
I’m on the run
away from you
the shit you do
The mind games
the blame games
OK OK OK OK
OK
Shut up!
I’m fucked enough
just go away..Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504214096122713542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362484.post-1078996266106774912004-03-11T02:11:00.000-07:002004-03-11T02:13:23.000-07:00Loneliness is Worse 01/01/04
He gets his kicks
off of kicking her
and hitting her
and hating her
for being her
and not some
fantasy Cosmo-girl.
The loneliness is worse
she thinks
then hitting the kitchen floor.
As much as she hates
her life
she hates the isolation more.
She walks down her street
never meets
their eyes with hers
They’d pity her
or hate her
for not being
strong enough to leave.Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504214096122713542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362484.post-1078996231724863842004-03-11T02:10:00.001-07:002004-03-11T02:12:48.606-07:00Edge 02/27/04
your words
so sharp
they cut.
i bleed.
and you
smile?
at me.
my pain.
my blood.
it amuses you.
bitch.
my eyes
so dead
i bleed
amazed
i feel
anything,
and they
laugh.
so smug
so superior
jackals.
no more.
never again.
i’ll cut
they’ll bleed.
you’ll all bleed.Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504214096122713542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362484.post-1078996201870762642004-03-11T02:10:00.000-07:002004-03-11T02:12:18.763-07:00# 16 02/24/04
I had this pressure
since I met her
to touch her
to feel her
I stutter
and shudder
when I taste her
when I take her
no other
lover
but herJasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504214096122713542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362484.post-1078996176774895082004-03-11T02:09:00.000-07:002004-03-11T02:11:53.653-07:00Wishes Were Blood 02/24/04
Feminine hygiene
can’t make you come clean
or take away the mess
that’s left on your dress
or staining the sheets of my bed.
Your voice serenades
tries to masquerade
your escapades.
Well forgive my observation
but that was no innocent flirtation
basing on a 1 to 10 ratio
where do you rank fellatio?
At least your mouth is good for somethin’
other then lying Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504214096122713542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362484.post-1076403588847913372004-02-10T01:59:00.000-07:002004-02-10T02:34:08.686-07:00Bother
all i have are just broken daydreams
children's play things
strung around through my room
and I’m sitting in this endless squaller
why do i bother
when i am nothing at all
and you try to tell me that
i don't have far to go
and you try to tell me that
it’s just in my head alone
i listen as you act reassuring
but i don't want reassuring
i don't want nothing at all
i’m frustrated by this Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504214096122713542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362484.post-1072608337148809472003-12-28T03:45:00.000-07:002003-12-28T03:46:39.763-07:00Beyond Redemption 1/14/00
we are dead
each and every one
of us are walking corpses
damned to hell for the
things we have done
to each other
to ourselves
we flood the world
with the stench of
our bile
with the blood of
our children
we cannot die
quick enough
Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504214096122713542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362484.post-107260822486901422003-12-28T03:43:00.000-07:002003-12-28T03:44:47.513-07:00Superman's Other Weakness 1/14/00
I swear
I've seen the man
bounce bullets off his chest.
Do the impossible.
Twice.
Daily.
But,
just one
hurtful word from her
and
he'd break.
Crumple like a car wreak.
A man of steel
would snap and shatter
from just one
hurtful word
from herJasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504214096122713542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362484.post-1072608098025107232003-12-28T03:41:00.000-07:002003-12-28T03:42:40.686-07:00#4 1/14/00
In a moment
your world can
shatter around you
and nobody will care
let alone notice.
In a moment
your heart can break.
It's such a fragile thing
maybe it's better to be
left alone then to risk
it's damageJasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504214096122713542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362484.post-1072607939752945792003-12-28T03:38:00.000-07:002003-12-28T03:40:02.450-07:00Gravestone 1/14/00
I don't want to
wake up where I am
I want to sleep
forever.
You're gone.
I see you in my
frantic dreams
always too late
to stop you
from leaving.
Don't go.
God, please
not like this
not so soon.
I visit you
everyday
and dream of you
every night.Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504214096122713542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362484.post-1072607822662656162003-12-28T03:37:00.000-07:002003-12-28T03:38:05.390-07:00Come on, Come on 1/14/00
Come on, come on, do it again
the first time wasn't enough.
Come on, come on, try it again
I'm sure you'll like it more.
Don't think what they say
matters to me anyway.
It won't hurt as bad
the second time around.
Don't let up
keep the rhythm
Come on, come on, suck it up
come on, come on, don't let up
come on, come on, come onJasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504214096122713542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362484.post-1072607694392340402003-12-28T03:34:00.001-07:002003-12-28T03:35:57.153-07:00Nowhere 1/14/00
nowhere feels as safe
as being in your arms
nowhere else I'd rather
be then sleeping by
your sideJasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504214096122713542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362484.post-1072607649100892842003-12-28T03:34:00.000-07:002003-12-28T03:35:11.873-07:00Other Uses 1/14/00
There's no sense in arguing
You'd win.
I'd let you.
I love you.
It's always the same
so why should we waste
the time
the energy
this passion
it could be used elsewhere.Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504214096122713542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362484.post-1072607558516605642003-12-28T03:32:00.000-07:002003-12-28T03:33:41.310-07:00Same To Me 1/14/00
Did you ever stop to think
about what you said
to him?
You left him standing
all alone without
a single friend.
You pulled him in
and sucked him dry
all within a week.
I would say
I'd like to stay
but you'd do the same
to me.Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504214096122713542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362484.post-1072607229515545882003-12-28T03:27:00.000-07:002003-12-28T03:31:47.983-07:00Over The Edge 1/14/00
I've fallen
fallen
over the edge
and running
running away
from everything
from the kids
at school
They never knew me
no one did
no one did
not even
youJasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504214096122713542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362484.post-1071746895925071432003-12-18T04:28:00.000-07:002003-12-18T04:29:09.076-07:00Table Scraps 1/13/00
We were perfect beings
once upon a time.
Nothing to distract us
from our journey home.
A slip
a fall.
Now look where
we are.
Fighting for the table scraps
while there’s a feast
behind the door.
We’ve forgotten where we
were going to
lost in the tunnel
we’ve fallen in.
I thought that could
get back
now, I’m just not sure.
We were perfect beings
once upon a time.
Now we’re Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504214096122713542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362484.post-1071746703850796652003-12-18T04:25:00.000-07:002003-12-18T04:25:57.030-07:00I Crumble for You 1/12/00
Your eyes
I’ve never seen
anything like them.
Deep and beautiful
without the
pain and distrust
that lurk in
so many others.
They hold me.
Immobile.
Timeless.
Not caring of
what came before.
I cannot tell you
I just can’t describe
what it is you mean
to me.
I crumble for you.
Every wall I have
you can walk through.
You can waltz with me
hand in hand
through the crowed
Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504214096122713542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362484.post-1071746488861824982003-12-18T04:21:00.000-07:002003-12-18T04:22:22.076-07:00Would You Love Me? 1/12/00
If I hit you
would you love me?
He does,
and you love him.
If I slept with
your best friend
would you love me?
He does (twice a week)
and you love him.
If I forgot your
birthday
got drunk with my
friends
make fun of you behind
your back
would you love me?
Why do you love him?
Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504214096122713542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362484.post-1071746364613137952003-12-18T04:19:00.000-07:002003-12-18T04:20:17.843-07:00#3 1/12/00
Why should I write of love?
Why, when it’s always been denied me?
Why take up all this space
for something that’s behind me?
Why should I say these words
when they don’t loosen your heart?
Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504214096122713542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362484.post-1071746272928030162003-12-18T04:17:00.000-07:002003-12-18T04:18:46.170-07:00Kick Me 1/12/00
kick me
kiss me
take me
break me
hold me
hurt me
just don’t
desert me
Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504214096122713542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362484.post-1071746208222247462003-12-18T04:16:00.000-07:002003-12-18T04:17:41.483-07:00It’s Best 1/12/00
It’s best if I don’t
see you.
It’s best if I go
away.
I don’t want to
hurt you.
I know I will if
I stay.
I tell myself it’ll
be different
that it won’t be
like before.
I wish I could stay
by your side
there’s nothing I’d
like more.
Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504214096122713542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362484.post-1071746088229181202003-12-18T04:14:00.000-07:002003-12-18T04:15:41.500-07:00not to be 1/12/00
to be
or not to be
it's such
a silly
question
it doesn't
matter what
we say
all we
are is
nothingJasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504214096122713542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362484.post-1071745988773915202003-12-18T04:13:00.000-07:002003-12-18T04:15:51.606-07:00The Middle 1/11/00
Between right and wrong, truth and lies there’s somethign they don’t want you to know
Between day and night, darkness and light, that’s where I have to go
Between life and death, good and evil, that’s where I like my life
Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504214096122713542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362484.post-1071745619884147732003-12-18T04:06:00.000-07:002003-12-18T04:16:02.653-07:00Empty Table 1/11/00
Coffee or tea?
Pardon me?
I said “what would you like
to drink?”
Water I guess.
Very pretty dress.
Thanks, my name is Darline.
she turns to go, and I just
want to grab her by the arm
sprn her around and ask her
if she has a boyfriend. I want
to kiss her, tell her that she
is everything that I’ve ever
been looking for.
(But she’s not.)
Are you done with this?
YesJasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504214096122713542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362484.post-1071745004544835362003-12-18T03:56:00.000-07:002003-12-18T03:57:37.983-07:00Carson City Hangover 1/11/00
This pounding
here
here in my head
it doesn’t
tell me
just who’s this
bed
I find myself
in.
I don’t remember
what’s gone on
before
but I know that
that’s not my
bra on the floor.
This pain
here
here in my head
it tells me
I’d rather be
dead
then touch
the bottle again.
Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504214096122713542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362484.post-1071744882893357212003-12-18T03:54:00.000-07:002003-12-18T03:55:36.343-07:00Clichés 11/12/00
All things come
to those who wait,
and the meek shall
inherit the Earth.
That’s assuming of course
that the strong doesn’t take
it first
It’s better to have
loved and lost
then never to
have loved at all.
But sometimes it’s not
the landing that hurts
sometimes it’s the fall.
There are none
so blind
as those who will
not see
I close my eyes
and look away
It’s not what I want Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504214096122713542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362484.post-1071744736423388302003-12-18T03:52:00.000-07:002003-12-18T03:53:09.890-07:00Within 1/11/00
Within your mind
within your heart
within your body
that's where I want
to be.
To see what it's
like,
how you live
how you sleep
within the place
you call home.
Within your mouth
within your bed
that's where I want
to be.
To see what it's
like,
how you sweat
(will you bite?)
within the place
you call home.
Within your life
within your heart
that's where I want
to be.
Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504214096122713542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362484.post-1071396365506192532003-12-14T03:06:00.000-07:002003-12-14T03:06:54.840-07:00Understanding Gravity 12/08/04
You know
gravity and you
have a lot in common
You both make me
want to let go
It's not that I
don't enjoy just
being near you
But baby sometimes
I just want to fly.
No no no
don't you turn away
No no no
please don't take
this the wrong way
You give me lovin'
just when I need it
and then hold me
'till I just wanna breath
I'd give anything
if I Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504214096122713542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362484.post-1071396068726110562003-12-14T03:01:00.000-07:002003-12-14T03:01:58.106-07:00Amber 12/14/03
I've got a poem in my head
but I'd rather be dead
then to waste one more
sweet word on you.
The heart in my chest
well I gave it a rest
I wish you’d do the same.
But wishes just fall
like you were never there at all
and I’m left once more
holding this guilt.
My mind starts to ache
pounds like the men that you take
in my bed
when I’m not around.
If you leave I won’t cry
I won’t Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504214096122713542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362484.post-1071395475121447752003-12-14T02:51:00.000-07:002003-12-14T02:52:04.593-07:00Divorce 12/14/03
I want to recognize
memorize
all your lies
Put them to paper
put them to task
burn them in this soul
long loose and lost
You try to marginalize
reorganize
once more compromise
our relationship
try to put it to paper
pin it all down
point out your successes
point out my flaws
In this instance
this distance
solicits
only one course
a divorce
Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504214096122713542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362484.post-1070797327017714072003-12-07T04:42:00.000-07:002003-12-07T04:42:48.983-07:00Reap 11/27/03
I won't hold my breath
not for you.
I've held out too long aready.
And for what?
For you to walk away,
constantly looking over your shoulder
hoping I will cry or beg or scream?
I refuse to give you that pleasure
after all, pain is the coin in your realm,
and sorrow is the seed you lay
that I reap
and if I weap
you will not there to hear it Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504214096122713542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362484.post-1070797220860514202003-12-07T04:40:00.000-07:002003-12-07T04:41:02.856-07:00Erratic Orbit 12/02/03
I would of took her back
if I could of known
the pain she’d
see in me.
Save her the grace
save me the shame
of the same old small talk
the same old pep talk
that fall like stars
toward these deaf ears.
Pulled down to a black hole
full of tender touches
brighter days
that I’ve locked away
to save us
from the colliding words
that break up
as we break up.
Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504214096122713542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362484.post-1070797004562352092003-12-07T04:36:00.000-07:002003-12-07T04:37:26.590-07:00Second Best 12/07/03
If I took off this boring
angst
threw it to the sky
watch it fly away
like a crow
would it be enough
to get a kiss?
Or would I miss
another chance
somewhere else?
Is she there waiting
when you wouldn’t?
Shouldn’t I just try
to see?
Or is my second best
the best it can be
waitng for you to want
me?
Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504214096122713542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362484.post-1070021410701618882003-11-28T05:10:00.000-07:002003-11-28T05:10:44.296-07:00Do You Care? 11/28/03
Are you there?
Do you hear me
over the ice cold
quiet that divides us?
Are you there?
Do you see me
hidden inside a cloak
of warm insecurity?
Are you there?
Do I talk to myself
when I whisper to the air
that I love you?
Do you care?
When the words
you don't say
strip away my flesh
do you really care?
Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504214096122713542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362484.post-1068537855232855852003-11-11T01:04:00.000-07:002003-11-11T01:04:12.983-07:00Set and Match 09/14/03
The game is played
the pieces moved
from square to square
from room to room
You say the words
you think I'll hear
I breath the fumes
that stink of lies.
The game is played
on a grander scale
the pawns are rivaled
by the queens.
Back and forth
from lover's beds
highways and byways
and cubicle stalls.
The game is played
I know the rules
brake them with style
or snap fromJasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504214096122713542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362484.post-1068537825259011402003-11-11T01:03:00.000-07:002003-11-11T01:03:43.013-07:00Bitemarks 07/06/03
An echo
returns to me
the words I threw
out to you
A breeze
returns to me
the breath
you stole
Little did it do any good
under this skin
and through these bones
lives the man
that you’ve just torn.
I bite my wrists
hoping to feel the pain.
Nothing.
Where’s the blood
when I need to bleed?
And where’s the tears
when I need to cry?
Taken or stolen or
just given away?
Have Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504214096122713542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362484.post-1068456899514082592003-11-10T02:34:00.000-07:002003-11-10T02:34:56.973-07:00Identity 11/10/03
This isn't where I was
when I was breathing
and this isn't who I was
when I was alive.
I only know who I am
in the night time
I only know what I've lost
when I'm dreaming.
You never were there
when I was awake
and I was never what you wanted
when we kissed
I only know who I am
when you're lying
I only know what I've lost
when you are hereJasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504214096122713542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362484.post-1068371455024412382003-11-09T02:50:00.000-07:002003-11-09T02:51:05.563-07:00Bring Me Your Demons 04/05/02
Bring me your specters
your demons
your ghosts
And I will feed them
my blood
my hopes
I will deny you the pain
that you feel
I'll take from you
your darkness
It belongs to me
It was mine all along
Give me your demons
your vampires
your shades
let them be consumed
by my own
Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504214096122713542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362484.post-1068371203169576472003-11-09T02:46:00.000-07:002003-11-09T02:46:40.600-07:00Fuck The Fountian of Youth 02/23/03
I would live forever
lose myself in time
I would go on eternal
the stars would be mine
The spirit is willing
The flesh as strong
I would stay youthful
while the stars marched on by
I would live forever
but I can't live without you
So, I'll just keep on dying
and fuck the fountian of youthJasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504214096122713542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362484.post-1068017420897057382003-11-05T00:30:00.001-07:002003-11-05T00:36:28.060-07:00Fairy Tales 04/03/02
I've heard this song before
the lyrics echo in my head
the composition similar
to the fairy tales I've read.
I understand The End
but what's a Happily Ever After?
For when I fell down
and broke my crown
there was nothing but Jill's laughter.
Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504214096122713542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362484.post-1068017408410144462003-11-05T00:30:00.000-07:002003-11-05T00:36:47.840-07:00I Think You Thought 02/23/03
You think you can just
let me go
I think you thought
I wouldn't know
You think you just can say
you quit
You think I'll just thank you
for all the shit
I think you thought you
thought it all
I think you didn't think
at all
I think you thought I'd just forgive
You thought I'd think I'd just relive
the thoughts of us, of you
that thinking's all I ever do
You think Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504214096122713542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362484.post-1068017331265809512003-11-05T00:28:00.001-07:002003-11-05T00:37:39.763-07:00The Hero and the Who 3/13/97
Superman meets Dr. Who
Now what a rancid thought!
Superman goes in to change his clothes
Mistaking the TARDIS for what it's not.
The good Doctor's washing dishes
When Supes comes barging through
K-9 fearing trouble
Get's between the hero and the who.
But instead they hit it off
And become real fast friends
Believing no foe could defeat
A team who both time and Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504214096122713542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362484.post-1068017292857439632003-11-05T00:28:00.000-07:002003-11-05T00:37:58.310-07:00You Don't Belong 12/21/99
You ask me what's wrong
you don't see you don't belong
you want to be inside my head
but I'd rather be at home in bed.
I don't need another voice
giving me directions
telling me where to go.
So, back up and back off.
You don't belong.
You say I need to rest
I say that you've become a pest
You tell me what I do is wrong.
I tell you that you don't belong.
You never Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504214096122713542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362484.post-1068017271927625742003-11-05T00:27:00.000-07:002003-11-05T00:38:15.280-07:00Ooga the Ogre 12/93
He's Ooga, Ooga, Ooga
the Happy Ogre!
he gets in bar fights,
he gets in bar brawls,
he may be hit,
but he never falls!
He's Ooga, Ooga, Ooga,
the Happy Ogre!
He has big teeth,
he has red eyes,
he may look too big,
but he's just the right size!
He's Ooga, Ooga, Ooga,
the Happy Ogre!
He has yellow skin,
he smells like rot,
his running nose
is dripping with snot!
He's Ooga Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504214096122713542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362484.post-1068017191385206082003-11-05T00:26:00.001-07:002003-11-05T00:38:32.870-07:00Until The End 09/18/03
A night can only last so long
and people leave to where they belong
for me it just goes on and on
A darkness in my head
a cold pillow, empty bed
When everything is said and done
will you be the only one
who will stay another day
when everyone else has gone away
and stay with me until the end?
A dream will only go so far
empty wishes placed on a fallen star
and I'm Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504214096122713542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362484.post-1068017160590283272003-11-05T00:26:00.000-07:002003-11-05T00:40:51.056-07:00Undermine 09/25/03
Undermine
It's fine you see
You're like me
Loose and lost
cursed freedom's cost
paid your toll
Stole my love away.
Today I feel worse
Heart in her purse
Cursing the day
that you came.
Blame game
Same game
That I'm too tied up to play.
You say it's not so
But it is, that I know
I'm set adrift once more.Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504214096122713542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362484.post-1068016988569447332003-11-05T00:23:00.000-07:002003-11-05T00:39:16.916-07:00An Angel in a Tree 6/24/00
I saw a girl up
in a tree.
her eyes gazed skyward,
not down at me.
She looked lovely,
but so very sad,
I stood and stared
until, I too, felt bad.
So I climbed the tree.
Our eyes locked,
she seemed shocked.
"My Angel," I said
"My Love, My Dear.
Forget all the pain
that brought you here.
ignore the sky's answer
ignore the down pour of rain
I'll give Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504214096122713542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362484.post-1068016964962265422003-11-05T00:22:00.000-07:002003-11-05T00:39:38.433-07:00Sweet Thoughts 6/26/00
I always think sweet thoughts
of you.
Everything good in me begins
in you.
There's nothing I want more
to do
then forever think sweet thoughts
of you. Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504214096122713542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362484.post-1068016891648617422003-11-05T00:21:00.001-07:002003-11-05T00:41:08.650-07:00Heaven's Loss 5/22/00
What is heaven,
if it doesn't have you?
The stories of it's perfection,
they couldn't be true.
It's finest angel is here,
I've held her close
There's no one her equal
in the heavenly host.
My love is here,
under the sky of blue.
Why would I want heaven
if I could have you?
Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504214096122713542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362484.post-1068016867249379922003-11-05T00:21:00.000-07:002003-11-05T00:40:24.650-07:00The Masquerade '92
Every day we play it,
hiding within ourselves.
For we all fear to go,
where our true self dwells.
We pick out our clothing,
and put on our masks with glee.
Pretending that we live the truth,
when we only live in a fantasy.
We're all just actors,
making up our parts.
We can never seems to say,
what is really in our hearts.
And no one seems willing,
to stop with Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504214096122713542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362484.post-1068016847195879842003-11-05T00:20:00.001-07:002003-11-05T00:41:33.243-07:00The Rising of R'lyeh '93
On the island they sit,
waiting for the day,
when the stars are right,
for the rising of R'lyeh.
Ever hour brings them closer,
to the fulfillment of Earth's doom.
Like a stark black cloud,
over all our heads they loom.
The statues sit in silence,
the statues sit in fear,
for they understand,
that judgment day is near.
Mountains will tumble down,
oceans Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504214096122713542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362484.post-1068016824787670132003-11-05T00:20:00.000-07:002003-11-05T00:41:50.243-07:00Sunshine 7/29/00
You are my sunshine
in the dark times
you light up the way.
Every day I wake to you
shining bright upon my face
Your smile
your eyes
your hellos
your good-byes
make me happy when life
is grey.
I hope you know dear
how much I love you.
Not distance
not time
can take my Sunshine away.
Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504214096122713542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362484.post-1068016623263416692003-11-05T00:17:00.000-07:002003-11-05T00:42:55.476-07:00 Stands10/14/03
One day
One night
Fingers crossed
Do you feel the same?
Heart skips
missed beat
I'm beaten and bruised
Your breath takes me away
It's all your fault
you're who I blame
You make me feel good
and not so chained
I catch my breath
at the sound of your name
There's nothing else but this
no one else but you
It's early
too late
to call you now
You're dreaming
Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504214096122713542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362484.post-1068016569497766512003-11-05T00:16:00.000-07:002003-11-05T00:16:07.903-07:00lingering few breaths
cold upon my bare skin
darkness stalks behind
daylight fades so fast
night will fall upon us all
sooner then we want
autumn's swift approach
summer has fled too far
winter consumes meJasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504214096122713542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362484.post-1056954649480115972003-06-29T23:30:00.000-07:002003-11-04T23:58:54.920-07:00Hot and Boring 06/30/03
You look like sex
like a magzine girl
Melts in the mouth
but smooth to the hand
Your flesh is willing
and my spirit is weak
Behind those red lips
lies a blank paper.
Just plastic in body
and clay in soul.
No intentions
nothing worth menton
Just happy
to be a good lay
An existance defined
by a different bed each night.
Some holes
can’t be filled
And sometimes
sex isJasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504214096122713542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362484.post-1056160280777949072003-06-20T18:51:00.000-07:002003-06-20T18:51:20.640-07:00Immoral Causes 06/20/03
There’s no compromise
in your eyes
but you can’t recognize
I just won’t sympathize
with you or your lies.
You spread disinformation
like sexual inflamation
while claiming no relation
between your exclamation
and this aggravation
Where was your morality
when I became a causality
to your vulgarly
Now I fight my way free
awed by the immensity
of your immaturely.Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504214096122713542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362484.post-1056155627321464612003-06-20T17:33:00.000-07:002003-06-20T17:35:39.566-07:00Immaturely. Not Just For Kids Anymore
You ever notice when someone says "If you want to talk about this like adults" they are the one's that were acting like a child to begin with? That's just been my experience. Regardless of how you try to deal with it, they say that you are the one that's causing the problem, while they themselves seem blissfully unaware that the problem didn't even exist Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504214096122713542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362484.post-1054025709468866472003-05-27T01:55:00.000-07:002003-05-27T01:55:09.570-07:00Gin Blossoms
She had nothing left to say, so she said she loved me, I stood there greatful for the lie.Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504214096122713542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362484.post-1053464082579281242003-05-20T13:54:00.000-07:002003-11-05T00:50:55.313-07:00 Honey 05/16/03
Every word
from your mouth
is blood
that tastes like
honey
And every breath
exhaled
is smoke disguised
as roses.
Can I do more
then go through
the motions
More then just dance
like a marionette
being choked by
your lies
Every kiss
from your lips
so gentle
so full of deceit
they bruise
And every touch
given
feels like a slap
to my face
Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504214096122713542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362484.post-1052704414240949582003-05-11T18:53:00.000-07:002003-05-11T18:53:34.456-07:00Absence of a Dream 05/11/03
No glimmer
not of what I use to be
I close my eyes at night
And I have nothing to dream
I don't fly
I don't fall
Nothing chases me
No sex
No violence
I have nothing to dream
Not of you
Not of a past
or futrue that will never be
When I close my eyes at night
there's only darkness and me.
I have nothing left to dreamJasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504214096122713542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362484.post-105247251822907422003-05-09T02:28:00.000-07:002003-05-09T02:29:42.333-07:00Same Shit Different Gender 04/05/02
Little girl with the gun in your hand
you think you're unique
you don't understand
you're not the first
to be hurt by a man
We're a bunch of bastards
that much is true
but come off your high horse
we're no worse then you
I've been hurt too
just as bad
just the same
I've gone thought the guilt
the denial
the blame
And I'm just as bitter
just as jaded as you
Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504214096122713542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362484.post-1052293338961657282003-05-07T00:42:00.000-07:002003-05-07T00:42:18.866-07:00Swingset 03/10/03
We start off so high.
Stars in our eyes
reaching out
believing that we
can touch our dreams.
But life is gravity
pulling us down
slowly
covering us in
problems like
gift wrap.
Until our feet touch
the ground
our souls soiled
with the remains of
broken promises and
forgotten dreams. Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504214096122713542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362484.post-1052205118643167862003-05-06T00:11:00.000-07:002003-05-06T00:24:54.273-07:00View from the Bottom of the Third 02/23/03
I drive past your house
see you light on
and I wonder what it'd be like
to live inside your world.
To see yourself the way you do
standing in front of the mirror
practicing that picture perfect smile.
Your life is well made
it's corners all tucked in.
All lip stick and stuck up,
while my eyes are stuck on your window
hoping for a glance.
I imagine Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504214096122713542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362484.post-1052204162263963232003-05-05T23:56:00.000-07:002003-05-05T23:57:06.193-07:00Everytime is like the first time
If I ever have had one true disapointment in life, is it that I don't write as much or as well as I'd like to. Coming up with storylines, is the one thing I think I do well, and it's the one thing that I can never bring myself to do. I want it so bad, and I try too hard to do it. I know I do, but I can't help it. To quote Toad the Wet Sproket, It's like when Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504214096122713542noreply@blogger.com0