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i tell her about the days of the week
and she wonders if i’m weak
but what is strength
is it forever

i say it’s forever
for a moment
and if you line them up right
it’s happily ever after

no you’re not useless
and neither were you
or you
but it’s all rubber
there is no glue
so stay by me awhile
if it suits

have fun
in a cautious tone they’ll say
as if there were any choice
for a heart that stretches this way

see my one true love
has always been
something to hold between my fingers
something that doesn’t sate
with just the right weight
such is my fate

but you’re not useless
and neither were you
or you
see it’s all just rubber
there is no glue
so stay by me awhile
and if it suits

“all good dreamers…”

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

for “papa.”

some silence is a choice
some is a gift
some narrows the gap
some widens the rift

there are times when silence is mandatory
when we shouldn’t fight it
times for healing
though we try to hide it
at the worst of times
and just to spite it

we may understand what we see before us
but do we know why
do we just give up now
did we even try?

radio silence
or talk to push
if we extinguish the fire
will it spare the bush?

and then there are some things
that not even silence can silence
they just are
they just will
like the paint that chips
off an old windowsill

who knows what emerges
as the layers fall away
the best you can do
from day to day
is laugh at the ruin
love the decay

“cause i remember…”

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

my skin hasn’t begun

to make that slow crawl,

but i know it will come.

i see it, the taste is still

fresh on my tongue.

i get moments in warm

sun-kissed hues.

more and more i wonder

if maybe the fall

is more like my color.

maybe it’s the pain

that i crave,

perhaps it craves me.

the quiet inertia

pulling and tugging, comforting, familiar, and welcome.

you cannot push something

un-moving or un-changing.

this hunger is tragic

whirling and twisting

disfiguring and distorting things unseen.

i want to feel full,

that control lies just within grasp

until it’s not again.

the cup in my soul

barren and dry.

“there’s a possibility, all that i had, was all i’m gon’ get…”

by dani
she writes here. follow her on twitter here.

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

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