Other poetry

All eyes on me

I’ve found myself writing, writing my thoughts for all to read. Opening my world for all to see. Rivers of thoughts flowing free.

Knowing how no one really knows me, viewing me from the outside. No one getting to view the depth of me.

Until now,

I’ve stripped the outer layer, baring my depth for all to see.

I am exposed now,

All eyes on me.

 

Jamie Whorton ©

With her memory

I wrote this one as song lyrics. I think it could make a good country song.

As I lie here in the dark With her memory burning through my heart. Dawn can’t get here soon enough, to light the shadows she cast upon my mind. Just tryin to make it through another night. They say I’ll be ok, there’s many more out there they say , but none of them are her. So I lie here in the dark with her memory burning through my heart. Maybe I’ll get over her someday. Move on and start again, but untill then every night your memory comes to me in a dream, and is haunting me. Untill the break of day comes to light the shadows she casts upon my mind. I’ll lie here in the dark with her memory burning through my heart.

– Jamie Whorton

If the page had a voice

The page is the tourniquet, and the ink is the blood. Bleeding ink soaks upon the page, as it pours from the pen. Catching every drop, and drinking it in. Soon the page of white will be covered by thought seldom ever said. If the page had a voice that voice would echo with a thunderous roar or let out a deafing cry. Plagued by thoughts. Pained by emotions. The writer bleeds upon the page to let go, and move on. The writer bleeds upon the page to feel whole again.

– Jamie Whorton©