Category: Writers – Jessie

Just Like The Stars – JG

On By Jessie GutierrezIn Poetry, Writers - JessieLeave a comment

Sometimes, when out late at night, I stare straight up into the sky – The bass heavy music wired directly into my ears momentarily receding, no longer providing its intended distraction from thinking, from being, from feeling. I look up beyond the ambient light. Beyond what man has built, to what has always been, but won’t always be. Sometimes it feels like I’m holding on to something already gone, but I know I’m wrong.

Just like the stars above,
this something was never in my grasp.
Just like the stars, shining in the now,
but really only from the past. Continue reading “Just Like The Stars – JG” →

June’s Theme – From Head Banging To Gentle Swaying – JG

On By Jessie GutierrezIn Schizophrenic Poetry Challenge, Writers - JessieLeave a comment

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about what inspires me and it seems like the answer is only found in things out of my control: an extreme situation, someone else’s provocation, death, unexpected disaster. Thus, I am now on the lookout, or in this case listen out, for material that moves me, without uprooting my entire emotional wellbeing. Music has been a popular muse for so many writers, why not make her this month’s theme: Continue reading “June’s Theme – From Head Banging To Gentle Swaying – JG” →

Rock Song – Speeding Toward Nothing – JG

On By Jessie GutierrezIn Schizophrenic Poetry Challenge, Writers - JessieLeave a comment

The continuous loop, where I know every turn,
Leaning inward at the slight curve,
All familiar, all easy, it’s all beginning to blur
Lap after lap of routine and automatic responses.
Trapped in the rut of this orbit –
Circling stability and comfort.
Too scared to put in the effort
To break free and be more. Continue reading “Rock Song – Speeding Toward Nothing – JG” →

Misplaced Missives #115 – Candy Coated Cruelty – JG

On By Jessie GutierrezIn Poetry, Writers - JessieLeave a comment

All you give me is candy coated;
Wrapped in sweetness and sugar.
I savor the decadent flavor,
Horrible for me and horribly addicting.
Even wise to what it disguises –
I still crave it.
Foolishly, routinely, proudly display
The sugar rush you give me. Continue reading “Misplaced Missives #115 – Candy Coated Cruelty – JG” →

Color Schemes – Lines

On By Jessie GutierrezIn Poetry, Writers - JessieLeave a comment

Blood lines,
Red lines,
Faded lines,
Love lines,
Life lines,
Life signs,
Vitals not so vital – suicidal?
Homicidal.
Lines that come together to create no characters, but it builds
Character.
I’m sorry for Scaring her. Continue reading “Color Schemes – Lines” →

May’s Theme – Mayday! Abort! *insert screaming terror here*

On By Jessie GutierrezIn Schizophrenic Poetry Challenge, Writers - JessieLeave a comment

This month is off to a terrible start already (notice this is a week late, I suck) and I just want it to be over with. If only life had a fast forward button to get through all the bad ish and jump right into the good. Or even just a warning system like Genie above or Spidey senses. Are superpowers and mythological allies really too much to ask for?? Continue reading “May’s Theme – Mayday! Abort! *insert screaming terror here*” →

Prose – Athlete, Temple, Bottle – JG

On By Jessie GutierrezIn Schizophrenic Poetry Challenge, Writers - JessieLeave a comment

He started off early; nursed at the bottle soon after leaving his mother’s breast. It was his daily routine, his beverage of choice with every meal, (especially when that meal was sorrow), and the significant other in his longest relationship to date. He knew booze better than his own parents – Daddy left for work and never returned, and Mommy burned herself out and away, soul and body, trying to provide for him, her little son. Her shining sun, the only man she’d ever trust again and the only one who counts. She never counted all the glasses, all the cans, all the caps, all the bottles. Continue reading “Prose – Athlete, Temple, Bottle – JG” →

Color Schemes – Baltimore

On By Jessie GutierrezIn Poetry, Writers - JessieLeave a comment

Confusion in the face of Tragedy

So I get that this isn’t my normal modus operandi, but what the hell is going on? And I mean Hell: riots, violence, looting, and brick throwing. I live in the county not the city, but what the Hell, Baltimore? That’s not well written, but seriously: Since when does tearing a place down change anything for the better? Continue reading “Color Schemes – Baltimore” →