You’re crashing waves that pull me under, and toss me about. Every time I come to the surface, to gasp for air, you come crashing down. Then I’m pushed into the deep, dark abyss, with the weight of the ocean bearing down upon me. Keeping me in this endless repetition, of almost drowning, reaching shore, then almost drowning again. Time after time. This place where emotion over powers logic. This place where I can never catch my breath. I grasp for the shore with everything within me,but when you come calling. It’s so easy to let go, and let the tide pull me back into the crashing waves all over again.

– Jamie Whorton©

Trying to stimulate the mind with some Motown hits ( The Drifters, Marvin Gaye, and the Four Tops, to name a few) and of course caffine!! This morning.

I don’t know if there’s any Door’s fans out there? But I always thought Jim Morrison was one heck of a poet! I think a lot of the bands from the 60’s and 70’s had something you can’t find today in music. I’m almost 30, but I love classic rock!!
My love of music is actually how I started writing. When I was a teenager, I would write lyrics for songs because I wanted to be in a band. I messed around trying to learn how to play gutair, but lets just say I’m a better writer than a musician. So that’s how my love of writing began.

For a pumpkin named Jack, October is his favorite time of the year. He brings the children joy, and cheer on the eve of Halloween. He sits on the steps lighting the path with his warm glow, and grinning smile. One by one trick or treaters walk past. Some as ghosts, others with masks. Until Jack’s candle burns dim, and we’ll have to wait for next October again.

– Jamie Whorton©

Your eyes are aquamarine, and so serene. You have a smile like a thousand Sun lit beams shining down, and warming my soul. My mind is intoxicated with thoughts of you. When I dream, I dream of you. Our souls intertwined spiraling down in iridescence. The stars shimmer, and shine lighting the sky. Oh aquamarine how you are so serene. For I was blinded by your captivating eyes. Now I am drowning, for I have fallen for you my aquamarine.

– Jamie Whorton©

When I write, I find a feeling inside of me. Feels as though, I can breathe. I feel the sense of belonging, and this is where I should be. I feel I’ve found who I am, and who I want to be. For a moment all else slips away. I feel a hunger, I need to feed deep within my soul. It burns with a passion greater than the Sun. This passion only a writer would know. I often ponder many thoughts, and feel many emotions all at once, but when I go to speak, I find no words too say, so I write them instead. The words seem too find their voice through the eyes of others. And they feel what I’ve felt for a moment.

– Jamie Whorton©

A day in a memory. A memory of you , and me. I can visit this place anytime. All I have to do is close my eyes, and there it is frozen in time. My thoughts come, and go like the winter’s snow, but my memories stay suspended in time. So I can come visit you whenever I like.

 

– Jamie Whorton©