My screws came loose

Mad? completely bonkers?

My screws came loose,
They musta rattled out somewhere along the way, but that’s ok. I’m not sure what they were keeping in place anyway.

– Jamie Whorton©

Will You Ever Win The Fight?

It’s too tough to live,
So hard to try,
It would be easier to die.

Drowning sea’s,
Crashing, rolling,
Tumbling, pushing you down.

Broken dreams,
Never to be reality.
Chasing ghosts’,
Playing haunting re-runs
In your mind.

What started out bent,
Is now broken. And you are
Left chokin’ on the broken
Shards, of memories of yesterday’s

How long will this all last?

Deep down you struggle, and fight
With all your might.

It’s harder to live
Then it is to die,
But still we try.

When the question why is stuck
On a loop, and there is no comfort
To unveil.

You try to find the light
In the darkest night.

You try to numb the pain,
Suspended tear drops fall
Like rain.

Dig down deep within,
Dig down, to find the answers
Hidden in plan sight.

You fight yourself, and
Push away those who care.

Still you struggle,
Still you fight.

Will you ever get it right?

Will you ever win the fight?

-Jamie Whorton ©

I am the darkness

I am the darkness, don’t try to save me, or you’ll become the same.

I am the darkness, walking the city street’s, damp pavement beneath the soles of my shoes. looking for lost souls with nothing left to lose.

I am the darkness, don’t close your eyes. I’ll be waiting inside.

– Jamie Whorton©

I just recently entered my photo Teter’s Barn in a Art contest. The winner gets their artwork displayed on a billboard in L.A.

I entered the billboard contest yesterday evening. I currently need 248 more votes on my image Teter’s Barn, to be in the finals. The contest ends at the end of July. My image Teter’s Barn is a local barn in my area owned by the Teter family. The farm was once a Sod Farm called Misty Valley Sod Farm. I grew up on a farm ” Crooked Creek Stable’s” that nieghbored the Teter’s farm. So if you wish to vote for my image please do so by clicking the link above. I would greatly appreciate all the votes to help my image earn a spot on one of L.A. billboards. Thank you all so much!

Boiling Emotion’s

When I go month’s,day’s, week’s without no release.

The ink dried up, and withered away.

The breeze blew, and the paper took flight into the night.

There was no click-clack of the keyboard.

No blinding backlight searing my sight.

The emotion’s biulding, and keep on building.

Splashing at the surface,




Boiling over.

Until it’s pouring, and spilling.

I just can’t fight the urge to write.

It’s simply not a choice, I have not much say in the matter.


Written by: Jamie Whorton©