Eric C. Jackson Studio

Poetry Collection, No.3

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“What have you done in your life that makes it seem impossible to recover from? A crucial mistake? A misunderstanding? A tendency to cling to immaturity? A row of decisions that scream irresponsibility? Or have you committed the greatest sin: Not really doing anything? No goals. No dreams. Believing life & success come easy. You took time for granted & now it feels like your time is up. Wasted. I know the feeling. You wake up every morning wondering: Why am I still here? There’s no purpose, no use, no hope of accomplishing anything. I thought the same. Until one day I realized, I am not here by chance. There is a reason for being.” -ecj

Excerpts

“I Have a Picture”

Another frame.
Another nail.
Another space taken up
on my wall.

New Zealand.
Peru.
Alaska.
Baton Rouge.

For years, I’ve collected
scene after scene.

New York.
Spain.
The Eiffel Tower.
A distant flower.

I’m running out of room.

The Arctic is cold.
The Tropics are warm.
Hawaii is a destination
I dream of.

Actually,
I dream of them all.

I only have these pictures.
I’ve never been anywhere.
Because I’ve never left my room.

November 19, 2014

“Love?”

To know all my secrets
All my failures
The worst parts of me
And love me anyway

When I don’t have the right answers
When I fall flat on my face
When I stumble in the darkness
And love me anyway

When I get old and grey
Lose most of my teeth
Need a cane to walk across the street
And love me anyway

Does this love exist?
Would anyone dare to try?
Or the real question is
When I find her
Would I?

February 14, 2015