HeyJaredThe Drunk Poet
I write for people who are tired of pretending they’re fine. The Drunk Poet is where rage, tenderness, politics, love, and faith stumble into each other and come out as poems honest enough to sting and careful enough to stay.
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Haiku Sequence 002 (opens the original)
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedA city song like this summer's sky rain rain fell fell. Clear globes and shining lights, dead cats on city streets, sacrificed to honor demons. Eyes launched upon landscape, learning how to see while watching their inner self. They are alone on the web, facebooking themselves, losing every bit of sanity.
The Note (opens the original)
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedThe note. It never fails, often derails, leaves us renumbered, lost among the chosen few. I had no idea how much I could love, until I thought I was going to lose you; so now this note, and every word I spoke, ring heavily true but you don't have a clue. How much I could love? The best I can do, when faced with the prospect of somehow losing you; our days are done, one year is in, we succeeded in this thing, way before we wo
Cuttin Tail (opens the original)
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedWin or fail, all in hell, empires fell, waiting to exhale. Some went stale, looking pale, message received, got the mail. Problems were huge, as big as a whale, no idea what to do, no recognition of the scale. Mind so fragile, thoughts so frail, got us all dangling, by our own tails. Slow like a snail, how shall ye prevail, keep your eyes covered, when viewing the holy grail. For we are all sinners, hiding behind the veil, e
When An Angel Has No Wings (opens the original)
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedWhat do you do living as an angel who has no wings? I had this thought about a while ago, no one understands; no sense of comprehension, no remorse for What I have done, not even a mention of what we could do, in this blind bitter world. I grew up unaware of the sun, because I had never been close, I lived so long among my peers, I forgot what matters the most, until my thoughts were clear again, remembering all that I have
The Story (opens the original)
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedA cautionary tale for male and female, of how we are prisoners trapped in our own minds hoping others will believe how much we have been deceived. There was a young man in his early twenties, living life to the fullest, carefree and fearless, there was nothing on his mind sans a taste of all the times that he was looking forward to spending with his around the way homies, but fate dealt a different hand that night, and befor
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