Just Chillin’ (Poetry Book)

Posted on December 19, 2021 Posted in PoemsTagged best, better, blog, bones, chapbook, chilling, cold, collection, discovery, era, freeverse, freezing, frosty, highlights, holidays, hurt, icy, inyourdreams, JMACTHEDREAM, journal, Life, no, off, pdf, poem, Poems, poetry, push, rhyme, saga, season, smile, snowy, vacancy, weather, website, winter, writer, writing3 Comments

Enjoy my newest poetry book, Just Chillin’. It has been a cold one lately, and the mood has been rather frosty. The weather has been cruel and so has life, at times. What matters most is staying warm and helping other through difficult times! These poems contain the heat you need for this cold winter! Love you all and enjoy this cold edition of Just Chillin’!

Better Off

Posted on November 30, 2021 Posted in PoemsTagged better, choices, close, closed, create, creative, creator, crossed, cut, days, distance, drift, English, enjoy, found, grown, hopeful, improve, inyourdreams, JMACTHEDREAM, Life, losing, lost, off, open, parenthood, patience, poem, Poems, Poems, poet, poetry, remain, seperate, strive, teacher, Up, Washington, winning, with, without, write, writer, writes, writing2 Comments

Your heavy, calicoed hands
stay balled up. Never open
to another’s. Your lifeless
arms always stay crossed
looking like you just lost.
Your patience went astray,
yet the frustration stayed.
The time I’ve been away
has shown me a new life
consisting of better days.
In many ways, I’m better
off not finding the things
that forever remain lost.

No Vacancy

Posted on October 22, 2021 Posted in PoemsTagged align, be, bear, blog, broken, compile, creativewriting, cross, crowns, downs, dreams, eyes, fast, fly, fulfulled, full, fullest, growth, heard, in, journal, Life, living, lose, lost, made, manifest, memories, move, moving, my, no, off, old, open, pnw, poem, Poems, poet, poetry, refuge, repair, room, satisfy, seen, sleep, starts, still, thoughts, time, true, Up, ups, vacancy, well, wide, win, writer, writes, writing, Your2 Comments

As the day moves, I seem to lose
track of time. I seem to forget
where my thoughts went. Still,
I feel fulfilled even when milk
is spilled. Thoughts, memories,
and feelings take refuge inside
my wide eyes. All I have seen,
heard, and felt does not melt.
What remains stays in frame.
All that I am is made up of old
times and slant rhymes. Still,
there is no room to goof off.
Now, as I move on, there is
no love lost – no cross to bear.
No fear: no vacancy: no way
to tell when all will be well.
Life is full of ups and downs
and broken crowns. It’s time
for stars to align. Believe it
to be true; it starts with you.

The Drop Off

Posted on January 4, 2021March 18, 2021 Posted in PoemsTagged alright, awake, blog, create, creates, creating, creative, done, drop, expect, fall, forever, jesse, JMACTHEDREAM, journal, listen, mcdaniel, moving, ocean, off, past, Poems, Poems, poet, poetry, poets, rise, risen, signs, steep, swimming, tense, the, walking, water, write, writer, writes, writing6 Comments

The
drop off is steep. You can
     slip and
             fall.
Once you are done
             falling,
             rise and pick up
             right where
you left off. 
Watch for the 
      drop off.
Listen for the signs.
Expect it.
      And, don't be tense.
Soon, the
      drop off will be past tense.
When the
      drop off comes. Don't run.
      Your journey has just
begun.

Swamped

Posted on December 28, 2020January 13, 2021 Posted in PoemsTagged away, blog, burning, burnt, choices, create, day, drown, drowning, dry, emotions, Feelings, glad, jesse, JMACTHEDREAM, journal, Life, load, mcdaniel, money, myself, next, night, off, Out, pay, Poems, Poems, poet, poetry, poets, pressure, rest, rising, sad, signs, stress, sun, surrounded, surrounding, swamp, swamped, time, water, weight, work, working, write, writer, writes, writing, yourself4 Comments

Engulfed in life,
work;
there is hardly time
to play. Most of us
don’t see the signs.
Flooded with emotions –
swamped
with stress. The day
leaves us
drenched, and we must
dry off
before the next morning.
Soaked and sad,
we can’t help to feel
bad. We do our best
to avoid
drowning in life’s sea.
I don’t choose to carry
this weight. It must
be fate.
Swamped.
Drenched. Flooded.
I choose to not run
from the water that
always comes.

IN YOUR DREAMS POETRY

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