HeyJaredOne Man's Musings
My goal with this is to stop dreaming of being a writer and instead to just write. So this is just that- me writing. Poetry, essays, stories, etc. EMT tales, girl-dad poems, USMC memories, and more!
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What if it’s magic? (opens the original)
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There seems a quiet magic at work. One that we all silently agree to, but to discuss openly is superstitious or cookery.<img alt="" class="sizing-normal" height="4284" src="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!hwin!,w_1456,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_pr
Perspective… (opens the original)
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I like photographing bees. They make great subjects because they look directly into the camera often, they move about the flowers relatively slowly, and the plants always make for a beautiful backdrop for dramatic close-ups.Looking into the eyes of this absolute boss bitch I can’t help but wonder about purpose. <a class="image-link image2 is-viewable-img" href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!a4Sk!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com
Awake Now. (opens the original)
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This post is an experiment.I don’t usually share my nightmares publicly.On the occasion I have written them down, I don’t revise or even review what is written.Maybe I write them in hopes of releasing it from my mind somehow.I’m sharing this one.One draft. No revisions or edits.Copied and pasted directly from notes.You’ll just have to put up with my typos, misspellings, and lack of punctuation.Thanks for reading.The smell of carbonBlood sprayed on snowI kneel down, looking over my sightsBut the
Little Invitations… (opens the original)
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Every time I enter the gym:I check in with a scan of my phoneOccasional small talk with Rita at the front deskThen head directly for a transparent dish on the next deskNot full of candyBut wisdomThe dish is full of little shreds of colored paperBlue, yellow, and whiteBlue for affirmationsYellow for laughsWhite for scripture<a class="image-link image2 is-viewable-img" href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!_yki!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.a
Haunted (opens the original)
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My thoughts driftTo placesThat I really wish they wouldn’tI pick my nailsTo give my fingers something to doMaybe there’s science behind it—Something tactileSlowly venting steam from the reactorI’m told I need to learn to love myselfMaybe I could one dayBut this avoidance dance isn’t for meBlood crowns chipped nailsStreaking the pageA trail left by a mindHaunted
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