Jason Giecek
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A poet who cannot rhyme, a dreamer who dreams in reality, realist who gave up realism last week as part of his plea agreement. The courts got nothing!! Nothing!
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Cyberlove
In the land of ones and zeroes, you are my lover, my cyberlover, a love so real, but so unseen, in that midnight hour, I feel you next to me, your heat near me, I cannot recover, I cannot see, your kiss, so deeply, on my lips, sight unseen, a beauty topped by no other, your body against mine, feeling you near me, riding me, like no other, my cyberlover, my special one, my forever.
By Jason Giecek2 months ago in Poets
I gonna write about nothing
We were standing in the middle of a screaming match; it was silent as the night, a beautiful time to live life. I was dying; one minute at a time, a life not lived, in some social psychotic place, where dreams go to die, a sad place, not to be held responsible.
By Jason Giecek3 months ago in Poets
Why run with the buffalo when you can fall out of the sky trying to fly with the eagles?
Fear and loathing in my world; a happy smile on my face while my soul is singing the blues. Lines of people, look at me and wonder how I stay so happy, on the outside I'm smiling but on the inside I'm crying, life seemingly passing me by as I stand waiting for the bus to downtown to pick up a bottle of Jack and a bottle of coke.
By Jason Giecekabout a year ago in Fiction
A Poem - Written by Depression
Silently in the night, I cry, hidden tears, not to let you go, to not see your face, all brilliant, to hear your voice screaming into the wind, this madness in my heart, a silent rage, ripped apart from my very soul, that day you left the mortal world, me all alone, a broken soul, I never claimed to be a saint, here I stand, misery, nothing left to give, to hear the silence of the grace, this broken world I call home, no hope remains.
By Jason Giecekabout a year ago in Poets
Depression : A Killer. Content Warning.
For most the world is a great place, a place to sit and watch the sun rise, to dream, to take in the sights. But for others, such as myself, it is a world of sadness, a madness, to see things to be a reminder of that which has been lost.
By Jason Giecek2 years ago in Humans
