blog update!

Hey everyone, so I might take a break from writing poetry for a bit. I was thinking about writing a multi-part story. Some of my followers might remember a certain story I started in that vein. Anyway, I’m going to be scrapping it because I decided that pre-writing was stupid and I have no idea how to continue the story. So, I’m going to pre-write this time around. Not sure if I’ll have part one up by tomorrow, but I’ll try and get it done as soon as I can. My irregular upload schedule will most likely continue, since I’m taking classes now and don’t have a whole lot of time to upload stuff here. Thanks, and I hope you guys keep reading 🙂

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life advice
i learned
early on
again & again:
keep your parachute
nearby, something
you can always
fall back on
when others
disappear

i belived it when
i was promised
help
at age 13
so i waited &
waited for
6 years
after.

commotion
in hallways
outside, maybe
slowed footsteps
suggested returned
support, the kind
that kept being
put off,
pushed back
eventually
get around
to it,
wait for it.

didn't even occur
that there might
be knocking
while i was
busy
kicking
doorstops
out, letting
them close
before i got
an answer
back

-Jamie Gist

writing is a lot like getting a tattoo

photo from Google images

bank account
balancing act
for the right
digits
turning over
the idea,
re-sizing &
switching
orientation

agonizing
hesitation
dread of
regret
as an
electric
mechanical
pencil
draws near.
permanent.

tension
tranfers
to paper &
pixelated
screens
scratching
on the inside
of my skull
crashing
doors open
to relieve
pressure

-Jamie Gist

rubik’s cube

*photo from Google images

mismatched
squares
align
in
three
dimensional
clicks

just peel
off
the stickers &
put them
where
they belong
(less time taken,
for sure)

tiles
look like
9-by-9
magic
to those
not savvy
to the
solution

-Jamie Gist

telekinesis

No poem today, I wanted to mix it up and write some flash fiction. It’s been a while since I wrote any on here and it’s even in first person! Hope you enjoy.

*photo taken from Google images.

***

Today I woke up and I could use magic. Well, not quite. I was aware that I could for a while, it was just today that I decided to actually try it out. It’s surprisingly easy to not use it right, all of my dishes can testify. Have you heard of telekinesis? There’s a scientific explanation to how it works but I don’t know what that would be, so I just consider it magic. Much easier to digest, especially for those who weren’t expecting it. I realized I could do this a couple years ago, staring at a pen and it started floating. Making it float was easy, it just took a few weeks of repeatedly pushing it back down onto my desk before gravity kicked back in. I stacked some books in front of it, just in case anyone saw a floating pen and wanted to ask about it. I planned to keep them there until I came up with a believable excuse, but when the pen dropped onto my desk and rolled onto the floor my problem was solved.

I wanted to figure out how it worked, so I started trying to move little things when I was out walking. Harmless stuff, like some paper if it was dropped. It took some practice, but now I can move dollar bills and even a full stack of newspapers as easily as if they were blown by the wind. I feel bad sometimes, but it can be just amusing when people can’t feel a sudden breeze as the papers move. As you may have guessed, it takes more effort to move heavier objects. Paper hardly requires any concentration, but I gave myself a pretty bad migraine trying to lift a table. Telekinesis is like a muscle. This afternoon I was alone in the office, or so I thought. I focused my vision on the table reserved for lunches. The familiar squeezing pressure around my eyes warned me that I was straining a bit too much, but the table started to shake and I really wanted to lift it this time. After a few seconds, the legs were about a half inch off the ground and I almost stopped it from tilting back and forth.

“The fuck?”

Breaking concentration, the metal legs landed on the tile floor with a clang.

“Something wrong?”

“You’re telling me you didn’t see that? Right there. This table, I swear it moved.”

“You sure?”

“Or I’m losing my mind. But the pranks around here are next level so maybe not.”

“I must’ve looked away.”

a meditation

*photo from tumblr user @pir-ado

shallow breaths
push forward
a sailboat
buffeted
by breaking
waves

lights getting
neon bright
while pulling
sails
back down

arms burning
with the effort
of keeping
wound-up
thoughts
from
spinning
away with
gusts
of wind &
ocean
spray

striking
balance
long enough
to cast the
anchor

-Jamie Gist

icarus

note: I’ve had this idea for a while, so here it is in actual written form. And a song, but not necassarily what inspired my poem:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L6tRrmL6ssM

*photo from tumblr user @apeninacoquinete

***

sea breeze
whistles
through
the tower
packed with
salty air
while
feathers are
gathered into
wings held
together
with wax

daedalus hands
one
crafted pair
to his son,
speaking
as the boy's
excitement
drowns out
the somber
warning

an updraft
of wind
joins icarus
as he jumps
up &
over
the ledge
stomach
jostled with
each flap

dread pulls
down the
father's
voice
"the sun!
you're getting
too close,
my son!"
words carried
away in the wind
wax dripping
from an
unheeded
warning

-Jamie Gist