Jake Trammell
Bio
I write things I could never speak aloud. Usually in the form of poetry or short stories. One day I’d like to write a novel.
Stories (27)
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After You
“I did not learn how to love until long after you. It was not with you, nor because of you, and definitely not in spite of you. I found love was telling someone they sing beautifully. It was doing the dishes for them. It was taking time to make the weight they carry lighter.
By Jake Trammell5 years ago in Poets
I’m the Fool
“I wander around aimlessly, hopelessly and eternally lost. It’s like an inside joke that’s ran it’s course. Show me on the map where I’m at, and I’ll run in circles. Give me the coordinates to our destination, I’ll wake up a thousand miles away. Can’t help but laugh at how helpless I am. God I’m a fool, that map points to you. I’d laugh if I knew how to read it, but I’ll just run away from the end point. Why would I deserve to be there, with you. I’m off course, directionless and hopeless. Man over board, no chance at rescue. I’m a lost fool, scratching at the wood panels; treading water. You’re waiting for the rendezvous, but drowning to get away. It’s a disaster waiting to happen, why would I meet up with it.
By Jake Trammell5 years ago in Poets
Fucking Love Songs
“How the hell do you write a love poem? Or a love song? How can you verbalize so precisely how you feel for another? I can give you a thousand words, every day for the rest of our lives dedicated to how I feel for you and I’d never explain it properly.
By Jake Trammell5 years ago in Poets
Return
“I couldn’t say, how much you tore me apart. Decidedly, you placed all the blame upon my shoulders. Picked me up, knocked the dirt off and pushed me back to the mud. I wish I could be done, with all the pain. All the ache. With the wanting of more. However, a place to be escapes me.
By Jake Trammell5 years ago in Poets
Forever Failing
“If my memory serves me right, which it does less than I’d like; I’d be happier than I am today. I’d be a different person. Actually have some semblance of control over my life. I could count every step I took to get me to this point, and recall each path I chose to be here. If only my memory would serve me right.
By Jake Trammell5 years ago in Poets
That Red Rose Bastard
Pretend for a moment that everything is okay. That the brazenly blatant disrespect never occurred. Nor the pretentiously laid out lies. When the desire to be more made such a prevalent presence in your mind. The white knight never bowed before the grayed castle walls.
By Jake Trammell5 years ago in Poets
