NOTE: Books & Shovels, a traveling bookstore, has launched
NOTE: I now am among the Tumbling.
My name is Jeremiah Walton. I was born February 12, 1995. I identify as a poet.
There will be time to rest when you die
A price cannot be put on the scars of a life well led
Living measured in bits of paper is not Living
I thought I was honest and easy
but I’ve learned there is no such thing.
It never comes easy
it never comes easy
something wrinkles in the bone
another knife to pull out throat
another scream through blunders of sweat
the graves are not worth filling
use my ashes to paint a picture
Grab the knife grab the knife
pull it out pull it out
Breathing is a circle’s sharpest corners
Mornings I feel like killing myself
I laugh and say,
“You don’t want to kill yourself.”
Discard the knife out the window
Alleys and roads
offices and nursing homes
desks and needles
all filled with knives.
Knives are not a detergent,
Flesh fertilizes the ancient talking
mausoleum of your body
burrow deep within the soul
and pull forth spring from the lattice
90 degrees of your head
Find what you love
and cut yourself open.
Jesus Christ, fuck the metaphor
Go live what Freedom truly means.
Find someone you Love
be ready to take a bullet
Stop reading motivational quotes
and be ready to lose some teeth.
This is an I Love You
from Gatsby’s murderer.
This is for you.
Love, Gatsby’s Abandoned Children
Those with hearts shaped like fists
From the bum who throws the only couple dollars he has in another beggars cup.
OTHER’S THOUGHTS ON GATSBY’S ABANDONED CHILDREN:
I’ve been shilling this site for a while now for a reason. It’s pretty groundbreaking poetry and shapes itself in the form of a modern archetype without forcing itself to be relevant. Even if you don’t particularly think you like poetry or just haven’t had the opportunity to delve much into it, you’ll be surprised by the honesty.”
Beliefs Dotted Out
- Poetry isn’t inherently important. The language of languages is.
- Live up to your manifestos and beliefs even if it ends with a knife gut stab wound
- Our meaninglessness give us autonomy
- Passion and freedom are privelages. Follow them with gratitude.
- The internet is a scream, and we are a whisper. We must work together to be loud.
- Want to know how to tell if a poem is good? Do you feel it?
- The greatest poems cannot be written.
Poetry kicked me in the balls.