j.d. davis

Joined June 2021

18 stories

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Seeker. Thinker. Melancholy. Conflicted believer. Evolving human. Bipolar being. And sometimes I use bad words.

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The Cat's in the Cradle
“I have been waiting for you.” He said. White as the sheets on which he laid. Beckoning me to lean over by him, he kissed my forehead with pained lips.
By j.d. davis3 years ago in Fiction
Sherman's Burning Embers
1864 William T. Sherman stands inside his tent; he proctors strategy for the battle to come. A rap is heard against the heavy tarp acting as a doorway.
By j.d. davis3 years ago in Fiction
Chains
DEAR PEOPLE TO WHOM I HOLD GRIEVANCES, I have long been shackled Shackled by the hate and pain and self-loathing All of these things I blamed on you
By j.d. davis3 years ago in Poets
Dream Famine
I don't understand this sorrow This silence in the dark I know this loneliness too well Wish I could just find the oasis
By j.d. davis3 years ago in Poets
104.3
I felt the strange tickle against the back of my neck And then I felt the heat. It was unusual, unknown. I looked down for a brief moment noticing the red specks appearing on my wrists.
By j.d. davis3 years ago in Poets
This is not Love
I couldn't care one iota about your definition of love I couldn't pretend to believe that you can dictate my definition of love
By j.d. davis4 years ago in Poets
Life is a Lying Whore (Sometimes)
This morning I learned that a friend died. He was a good man. He was a family man. He was a MAN who loved his GOD. He was raised in church.
By j.d. davis4 years ago in Poets
My Imagination
What can wash away my sins? Nothing but the blood of Jesus. That is the story of my youth. What can make me whole again?
By j.d. davis4 years ago in Poets
Home is Where The Heart is
Where do I feel safe? Where do I feel whole? Where can I find myself without the slightest empty? That is where you find home?
By j.d. davis4 years ago in Poets
Who Wants to Live Forever
This is a poem and not a poem This a song and not a song This is a thunderous gong This is a soft whisper in a child's ear
By j.d. davis4 years ago in Poets
The Choice
Click. Click. Click goes the seconds on my watch and the digital clock in the 1985 Pontiac J2000 that I am driving. I stare ahead at the wall of stop lights across the many lanes. The red beam signaling the demand that I keep my foot on the brake pedal. The red beam that silently screams “STOP” to all who see it mocks me.
By j.d. davis4 years ago in Fiction
The Machine
Cog in the Wheel Brick in the Wall Chicken in the Pot Fish in the Sea Rabbit in the Meadow Dog in the Hunt Fox in the Den
By j.d. davis4 years ago in Poets

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The Cat's in the Cradle

Sherman's Burning Embers

Chains

Dream Famine

104.3

This is not Love

Life is a Lying Whore (Sometimes)

My Imagination

Home is Where The Heart is

Who Wants to Live Forever

The Choice

The Machine

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