oh, common life

Jake.

Jackie Chan's unused stunt double. Occasionally writes things. Lighting technician. Bookseller. Cynical optimist. Straight edge. Inconsistent.

"I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till i drop. This is the night, what it does to you."
-Jack Kerouac

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satisfaction

writtenseconds:

satisfaction 
is a luxury
befitting
the poor schmucks 
who choose 
to believe
they have it all 
figured out

lucky bastards.

9-15-14

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writtenseconds:

I sometimes wonder
if I’ll ever have
a niche
or a reputation
with people.

Some distinguishing factor
that makes them
remember.

"There goes ol’ whatshisname.
Did you know that he actually amounted to something?
How times change.”

8-31-14

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little talks

writtenseconds:

I am overshot
and worried
A dime’s worth
of fulfillment
and misplaced modifiers
Not necessarily
the life of the party
but god damn
do I butcher the little talks
Sometimes
that’s all that you get

I just needed you to know.

8-31-14

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It’s funny

writtenseconds:

the way things work.

one day you find out,
there’s a real person voicing
your favorite cartoon,
bringing that character to life.
the heart and soul of your
childhood.

the next thing you know,
that person is checking
into rehab,
plagued by
alcohol,
drugs,
etc.

and before you know it,
they’re gone,
taking with them
a legacy of laughs
and a stark reminder
of what’s to come.

it’s funny
the way things work.

8-12-14

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the little things.

writtenseconds:

an awkward silence.
the rings left on your coffee table.
a crack in your phone.
a call from home.
a hole in your sock.
(that damn hole in your sock)
your progress report.
a dollar short.
"out of order."
"i’m sorry, but we’re closed."

fuck.
what is is about the little things?

8-7-14

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writtenseconds:

The fingernails on my right hand are always longer
than my left.
It helps with guitar I say.
Sometimes I just forget
to clip them.
I’m told they’re healthy.

8-3-14

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note to self:

writtenseconds:

stop writing
3AM rudimentary poems
fragments
that won’t make sense in the morning
when your eyes
want nothing more
than to stay closed

what do i have to show for it?

a throat full of stomach acid
and an awful crick
in my neck

7-30-14

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"maybe i’ll never
figure out what it is like
to talk to people"

—  7-30-14 (via writtenseconds)

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365

writtenseconds:

summer’s in full bloom
and yet you live in autumn
fall is the hardest

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inconsistencies.

Someone just called me their favorite tumblr poet and i think i just died. While i am undeservingly flattered to the moon, there are so many better writers on here. If you would be so inclined, please check out my writing blog. But, more importantly, please give punchdrunkdove and strawberryminefield a look. They are my two favorite writers on all of tumblr and deserve so much recognition.

"milwaukee"

writtenseconds:

the cracks;
a prelude,
or an effigy.

cascading
down the primrose path.
in the shadow of the second city;
destroyed by carved smiles,
jagged,
armed to the teeth
with a feigned sense of
responsibility
and humility.
hollowed out
with a brewing superficiality.
running on fumes.

watching you rot
from the inside
long before you rot
on the outside.

5-11-14

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"seasonal affective disorder"

writtenseconds:

a little lotion will remedy
the cracks in your skin
but your shoes are never quite prepared
for what you’re about to step into
the salt beneath your feet
the skeletons you keep
itching beneath the cracks in your skin
just out of reach

3-25-14

7th St.

writtenseconds:

there was a stop sign
at the bottom
of the hill

when the neighborhood was young

they’ve since grown up
grown out
into
whatever they were meant to be

one day the stop sign was taken down

they still stop
at the bottom
of the hill

3-21-14

Tagged #writing  #poetry  #poem  #spilled ink  #nostalgia  #childhood  #growing up  

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sink/swim

writtenseconds:

engulfing
the salty breath of life
burning
filling the lungs
washing out
what’s 
left

just
words 
left
unwritten
thoughts
left 
in the deep

ill-conceived
choking
beneath the surface

what worth is there?

10-16-13

Tagged #writing  #poetry  #poem  #spilled ink  #sink  #swim  

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risk/reward

writtenseconds:

don’t close your eyes
don’t
you’ll miss 
what comes next

what is it
that kills
you

is 
it 
the 
fall

or the landing?

10-16-13

Tagged #writing  #poetry  #poem  #spilled ink  

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