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(a nice one to read with the music video below playing in the background…per usual.)

another near miss
all the times you look
and almost crash right into
this talk of destruction
and you want me to lose myself
na-ah babe
you misjudged me

see i know love
and i’ve had it forever
and i love what’s inside
the imperfection around all of us

there’s a reason that i am
and everything i do
but i’ll sell you a line
maybe one or two
and you can use them
they’ll undo

another near miss
all the time we took
and almost fall right into
this talk of corruption
and you want me to lose myself
na-ah babe
you misjudged me

see i don’t fear love
and we’ve had it forever
and i love what’s inside
the imperfection in all of us

so i’ll hold up this mirror
and let you see everything i do
and maybe you’ll crack
just a line or two
and he’ll use them
they’ll undo

oh yes i understand
oh yes
take my hand
oh no
quicksand

see this is my heart
and did you ever ask
what’s not broken
pinball machine player
eager token

another near miss
your head in a book
and almost sunk right into
this talk of presumption
but i won’t lose myself
na-ah babe
you misjudged
you

“i have only love…”

by JTW
©2011 JTW “jtwhitaker.com” All rights reserved.

my submission this week for #oneshotwednesday @onestoppoetry. happy anniversary to them!

i should have seen it coming. but they’re the prettiest and all they want to do is get across…

walls crumble around
crash down
you stand transfixed
in the middle of it all

can’t move
maybe want to
maybe not
maybe want to look away
but your eyes don’t close
and your head won’t turn

so you stare
as destruction devours you
to implode with the rest of it

hopefully
somewhere in the ruin that is left
a tiny spec may find water
and that might be just enough
to start it all over again

i’ve spent most of the day trying to squeeze out more than a couple half-hearted drops. i could feel it bubbling somewhere just below the surface…just waiting for enough heat to send it over the edge. but it didn’t come. a few close calls.

a few helpful conversations. honest friends. some commiserators. some people not opposed to a leaning hug. all of us.

there’s a subtlety to love & relationships that we all feel but many don’t know how to articulate and it’s often the catalyst for breakdown – where time & space interfere with the communication between two parties and conclusions are reached prematurely. or maybe not so.

*spoiler alert*

everyone has a baseline. it’s made up of our habits, our emotions, our thinking processes, activities and behaviors. similarly, every relationship also develops a baseline.

sustained deviation from the baseline means something external has triggered something internal that forces change. the change could come in the form of growth or recession.

sure, baselines in people and relationships are organic. nuances shift over time. but it’s when that change is fast, when the growth or destruction is rapid, that it’s most felt above the surface.

and it almost doesn’t matter whether it’s wrong or right, whether the thing you think is valid or not. because it’s your feeling. it’s your intuition. and those are powerful. and they’ll stick. more than that, they’re mystery. and don’t we love a good thriller.

so here we are halfway…here’s my neck, here’s my wrist. the rest is up to you.

“what are you waiting for…take a bite…”

by JTW
©2011 JTW “jtwhitaker.com” All rights reserved.

also my entry this week for #oneshotwednesday @onestoppoetry.

might be poetry, might be prose, might be narrative. in any case, it’s my submission for #oneshotwednesday @onestoppoetry this week…so there you have it.

i go off the grid, hang out my “gone fishing” signs. get in my car, plug in my ipod – i don’t know which one it will be, but i know it will be one of these. (starting to recognize that, plus i have a goal.)

i roll the windows down, open the sunroof. still pink from the weekend but i don’t care, i want to get burnt; red is my favorite color.

stop to get gas. funny, wouldn’t have really needed it; only went a mile. but i did need the water. and i topped off that one tire with the slow leak too.

they say if you’re not sure where to begin then the best thing to do is start at the beginning.

but there are so many versions of ourselves
the ones we see
the ones we let them see
the ones we hope to discover
the ones they hope to uncover
and in all the best versions of them
do you hope to find the real you?
-

we climbed a mountain. and there was more than one peak, so we bounced from vista to vista. did we admire them long enough?

maybe i said that wrong. or maybe you just didn’t read the preceding lines slowly enough. in any case, there are some passes that are just too thin. and they close behind me anyway.

i climb up the staircase. at the top most of it is shaded but i find the spot with direct sunlight. i stare out to look in between, much like i’ve done many times before.

then i close my eyes and it takes only a few minutes for the calm to wash over. this place hasn’t dried up yet. (though it will.)

i listen and write. towards the end i hear the train coming in the distance. i stand up and start running towards the tracks. i leap over the concrete wall and the fence. i dodge the trees and rush out into the clearing. i wait for the right moment.

then i jump.

the pallet i land on is soft, perfect. and this train will take me to a new mountain. with new vistas.

“well i guess i’m sorry but…”

by JTW
©2011 JTW “jtwhitaker.com” All rights reserved.

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