Category: Poems

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Party of Three

Before he arrived
he was funny & flirting.

Two weeks before,
I was bloody and hurting.

My partner was lost
and was struggling the same.

We all nearly cancelled
because of our pain.

But we all arrived here
at that fateful hour.

We all deprived fear
of it’s hateful power.

We unguarded trust
and connected and shared.

Discarded and thrusted
past all we’d laid bare.

The same wavelength reached
unobscured by hostility.

We each found our strength
within vulnerability.

We all came together
and found more than just fun.

The best of both worlds
wrapped up into one.

Written by Jason Wright
July 9, 2017

For Aaron

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At a Glance

Your choice
Your voice: confessing your pain
Your eyes
Your size
Your blessing
Your brain
Your body
Your mind
All more than sufficient.

Tonight
was insightful
and not insignificant.

Written by Jason Wright
July 9, 2017

For Aaron

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Lessons

Last night
profound;
spellbound by the depth…

And we held you close
long after you left.

We speak of you still;
we are moved;
we are haunted.

Arrived
deep inside
and you left yourself wanted.

Survived
and enlivened
and we each felt that kiss.

We each had our moments
of momentous bliss.

We each have a ghost
of that pleasure beneath us.

We treasure each trust;
what each thrust tried to teach us.

Written by Jason Wright
July 9, 2017

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Epilogue

If the dark of Seattle
makes you start
to seem marginal,

Let me remark that
you are remarkable.

Insightful and vivid;
you are such a vision.

That others would
hurt you for spite or religion
brings tears to my eyes,
and I barely know you.

And it’s not just because
I loved being below you.

You’re kind and you’re funny;
you’re cute and you’re daring.

You’re sexy and charming
and layered and caring.

You have much to give;
don’t be shy or reluctant…

Because some lucky guy
will want you for a husband.

And you’ll be amazing,
I should know
’cause I’ve met you.

No one who knows you
could ever forget you.

Written by Jason Wright
July 9, 2017

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Fashion Victim

A cry on the catwalk
of love and of blame.

A runway sashayed
with lies and with shame.

The scream for attention;
an advert ignored.

A cream filled with tastes
that I could not afford.

The signs for the sale
were shocking and sultry.

I did not expect them
to lead to adultery.

Fidelity fad? Old hat!
I’m pathetic.

The new look this season
has a harlot aesthetic.

Yet the outdated fashion
of black and of leather.

Was on the new model;
though I think it was pleather.

Written by Jason Wright
July 2, 2017

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Innocence Lost

When we speak about nothing
we sound easy going.

But our diet of words
is weighted with knowing.

Conversation we’re having
is new yet outdated.

Nothing’s the same
once you’ve been penetrated.

The words we don’t say
are more cutting than surgeons.

Our words should be changed
as we’re no longer virgins.

But we find that we’re kind
as we climb back on horses.

As we strive to derive
what survived intercourses.

Written by Jason Wright
June 30, 2017

My cousin Danielle, who I did not know in person, often interacted with me on Facebook and commented on my poetry. She died in October of 2020 but I was not informed as no one was aware of our online interactions. She was exactly 6 years younger than me, which we often commented on. Rest in peace cousin.

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The Enemy of Love

I miss and forgive you
with most of my heart.

I’m fine most the time
until I fall apart.

I feel like I’ve beat this
but then I’m outsmarted.

The journey’s not over
but at least it has started.

The progress of feeling
is slow and dismays.

The process of healing
takes more than five days.

But most of the time
I just want you to hold,

Some comfort from that
which can not be controlled.

The sound of your voice
echoes still when I suffer.

The words that you spoke
heard by me and no other.

The tears in your voice
on the phone told the truth.

The long held self loathing
ignored in your youth.

The pain that you shared
and inspired by wanting.

The pain lingers there
undefeated and haunting.

I hate how I ache
when I see what you’ve sold.

Your lie is a burden
the world thinks is gold.

But soon you’ll be here
where you won’t need to hide.

We’ll cling to the strength
that the truth can provide.

We’ll strive to fight fears
that we barely can fathom.

As I survive tears
which still strike me at random.

Written by Jason Wright
June 30, 2017

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Questions

Before Sunday morn
I was happy and glowing.

Before your call came
I was blissed and unknowing.

I knew of desires
and I knew your needs.

I’d suggested a plan
and hoped we’d succeed.

I shifted my limits
which were not ephemera.

I morphed into something
to solve your dilemma.

I thought myself kind
and loving and honest.

And then your call came
which left me demolished.

The question you asked
and the way that you asked it.

The sound of your voice
was like love mixed with acid.

Confession was sin
uncommitted yet tempted.

You revealed from within;
forewarned and repented.

You gave me the truth
that you thought to embargo,

As you braved rejection;
my wrath and my sorrow.

You asked me a question;
you begged satisfaction.

You pleaded to know
the truth through an action.

You needed to know
and said I’d defy you.

But even heartbroken
I could not deny you.

And now we are different;
yes, we’re not the same.

And now I have questions
that are hard to explain.

I’ve tried to express them;
to confirm my convictions.

But the riddles of love
imply contradictions.

I know that I’m right
but does that make you wrong?

Does confessing a weakness
in fact make you strong?

Can I be proud
of acts so unsavory?

Can cowardly acts
be inspired by bravery?

Can I be sympathetic
to how you depict him?

And if I’m aroused
can I still be a victim?

Can I be betrayed
if I’m kept in the light?

Can it truly be wrong
if I’m mostly alright?

Can I crave blue deception
while wanting the truth?

Can you find liberation
denied in your youth?

Will freedom enslave you
and kill us like cancer?

We have lots of questions
without many answers.

Written by Jason Wright
June 29, 2017

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Breathe Through It

Another wave hits
though I’ve been fine for hours,

Like collected and calm
are now my superpowers,

And he may make me stronger
when things are alright,

He’s my origin story
but he’s my Kryptonite.

Why doesn’t he answer?
Perhaps he is fine?

I try not to worry
or doubt that he’s mine.

Is he off with another?
Because he’s not alone…

Least they have each other
while I’m stuck here at home.

He was on his profile
two hours ago…

I thought he was done
with that chat but who knows?

Is he high now on drugs
instead of flirtation?

If so, for experience
or to dull a sensation?

Has he gone to the baths
in his unplanned descent?

Can the words that I write
allow for consent?

This loss of control;
this pained separation…

Been dressed several times
by my own reparations,

But the freshest of wounds;
post trauma are bleeding…

I struggle to write
but at least I am breathing.

Written by Jason Wright
June 29, 2017

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Bedtime Story

I masturbate
crying
and cum harder too.

I fantasize
dying
believe me it’s true.

Wipe tears from eyes
then shower me smoothe.

Now tell me again
coward
tell me the truth.

Written by Jason Wright
June 28, 2017

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