the dirt was slung, the rock was etched. that won't happen to someone like me, or my friends, or family. understand, It's not so far fetched. PLEASE don't hold your tongue.

— JM

choked by life;

money gives you breath.

-JM

Raw

When no one's there what does it see

It stares at the door, the shower, the towel

It waits for me to take a look

The mirror won't tell my deepest regret

It keeps my secret as I stare into my own eyes

They can lie but the mirror has my truth

It saw me cry and scrub my hands

Whispering I killed her. I killed her. I killed her.

I questioned my soul and covered it up

But only the mirror knows.


-jm

The Last Message

Standing tall, standing strong, 

Generations unknown. 

The Oak, the wind his song, 

Calming, never left alone. 

Kind smile, kind eyes, 

Coming of age, 

The boy, the tree his guise, 

Kept the secrets, woe and rage. 

Spent his time on the branch, 

Thinking, sleeping, reading books, 

Wandering mind in a trance, 

Trying to forget what his parents took. 


The bruises only shown to Oak, 

The tears held back by leaves. 

Otherwise hiding under the big cloak 

And Whisperings of the pleas. 


“I'm sorry, Oak, this may ache.” 

Ashore his own vestige, 

Knife to bark and began the scrape. 

‘Goodbye’, The Last Message.

-JM

Carpe Fucking Monday

-For Mom

I woke up without dreading
Another fucking day out of the bedding.

I made coffee, but couldn't find a damn cup.
The phone rang. I yelled, “Shut the fuck up!”

I showered. It's been, what, two days?
Brushed my teeth. Washed my face. Small praise.

I dragged myself into work,
Even Though I hate these useless jerks.

Finally off. Ugh. Gym again.
Frankly, I’d rather lose a limb.

I go home. Sit on my ass.
Thank God this day could finally pass.

I didn’t carpe shit.
But I showed up.
And that’s it.


-JM