Poetry Series

It happens everywhere but not in your home. This is a poem about a situation that happened to a close friend of mines. She met a man and they fell in love. She moved him and his daughter into her home. This is when she finally realizes the horrible truth. I have labeled the book fiction but it's up to you to decide....This poem is not for the faint at heart.

Only nothingness exists, but I don't give a shit... too dead inside to care.

This is a poem about a break up between two people who still love each but cannot get their relationship back on track. While one of them is willing to try wholeheartedly at rekindling the relationship, the other seems willing yet fearful of loving and trusting anyone. Can love survive in the face of fear?

This free ebook is comprised of ten poems that I wrote when I was younger. It also includes I Want You Back, a poem that garnered me the 2004 Editor's Choice Award, which was presented to me by Poetry.com and The International Library of Poetry. All of these poems are also availiable separately at poetry.com

A rhyming poem about standing up to the devil, about hellfire, damnation and suffering. I wrote this poem a long time ago. There is nothing autobiographical about it.

Tonight, I don't think That I could put down my drink And have to go back to that Lonely, lonesome home Where it all leaves me all alone And there's no one there to hear me say That I wish with all my might That each and every night You'd at least, in a dream, come my way

This is a poem about domestic violence. The woman in the poem refuses to leave while her neighbors and friends plead with her. The violence is seen through the woman's eyes as well as the people around her. Her children have begun to follow in her footsteps and this should be reason enough to leave her abusive husband but she makes no attempt to leave while others worry about her and the safety of the children.

In the place of our love, You filled in with hurt, Colored unimaginable , Unfulfilled first, And I wasn't enough, And I knew that so much I tried so hard to make it all work But you went away worrying and wasted, Wasting my time With all those lies, You always despised, delicate, forgetting the worth

When the curse of the werewolf takes hold on the night of the full moon, blood will be spilled. A short, rhyming poem (49 short lines) about what it's like to change, experience the hunger, and spill blood.

Take a glimpse inside a broken heart. Words weave tales of romance gone wrong, lovers abandoned and suffering on the most basic of levels. This ebook includes ten poems, the first is about friendship and the others about wishing for a lovers return.

I Awoke This Morning is a poem about a woman who has been through a great deal. She hopes for real love and happiness in her life. She realizes that it won't come from any man but it has to come from within.

I still have your kiss Painted on my lips, Fingertips inside A heart of stone and ice Is this all alright I can’t help but miss Every day that you were mine I could not resist, Taken in such a way, just as is, As all I was, as all inclined To believe all of your lies

My Dear Sister is a poem about a sister that has been kind and caring to a younger sister. It's a poem of thanks and admiration of the tender loving care received by the younger sister.

I wish you could find the same Because in your brain You seem to think that it's ok To leave someone hurting in such a way Breaking hearts, tearing apart All inclination To move past sentimental sensation Broken angel, maybe of my own creation

A rhyming poem about depression and despair and hope. Although this is another poem about defiance, it is a different kind of defiance, a healthier defiance.

Empty and broken, Oscillating to answer to Everything everyone says of me, Demanding my attention, No careful condemnation Erasing my innocence Invasion of anything I ever thought I'd be

So alone I'm turning to stone The blood in my veins Just spilled on the ground And no one's around But pain I caused For us both It's a demon whose face Has already shown I thought being grown Meant making mistakes But taking the blame And erasing the pain And when that seed's sown Knowing that all that's known Is a lesson to learn About how not to be And what from yourself Never again to condone

Part of me Wants it all To be like it was But everything's changed You seem strange to me As soon as things go tough You said you'd had enough You left me too angry To care anymore

Surrounded by guilt For the bad things I've done There were so many walls That I had to build For you to tear down Turn around and then run

Hand to face Am I real Not at all the one Taste, lips Feel Hoping for more... but none Did you imagine We could do this here I'm no one I'm just the man that Made it clear that I want you close I could be Everything you ever wanted to have Symbol of... of... of the thing you needed most

For my grandfather and all of those who, like him, served bravely in the military, giving their all to fulfill sense of duty.

For anyone who has ever felt downtrodden; for anyone who has ever felt like they were not enough for someone else; for anyone who has ever had to tell themselves, “Enough!”; for anyone who has felt as if they have so many thoughts, emotions, and problems that they cannot deal with them all and don’t know how to express any of them; for anyone who has ever been lost, torn, tossed, pushed around, bullied, berated, fallen, falsified, tormented, tortured, aggravated, assaulted, attacked, affronted, afraid, abandoned, or abused. This is for you, each and every one of you. May you find some semblance of solace in these words. This is the longest poetic anthology by Jason Wallace to date, written over the course of fourteen years, since the age of eighteen. *Some of the poems herein contain adult language.

The touch that makes me weak Soft skin on cheek Everything wonderful When you're in my arms So breathless I have to fight to speak I love everything that you are

All this Makes me sick So much moan and piss Like I could ever give a shit Everyone everywhere Is always lookin at me They stop and stare And then blow past me Except all the ones I thought that mattered They try to bring me down, Surround me like some hypocrites Thinkin my ego'll shatter

I wanna raise a glass To the bride and groom On their wedding day I know I shouldn't be here But I just gotta say Hey, Buddy, You can kiss my ass I would expect this from her But we've been friends Since we were kids And now, I ain't so sure

I'll keep hangin on I won't let myself Be a victim anymore I don't care If you forgive me You can cause me pain At most, my blood will stain And scab, and it will heal You can't kill me!

I... Don't want to hurt you But I... Don't know how much I can care All I do Is seem to curse you And I... Don't know if that's being fair

Anymore, Are you lonely? Are you quiet Since only the silence Knows what you meant When you said what you meant And meant what you said. And I don't have a clue Where you went... But I dread that you won't Remember me Or that maybe you will too soon. Do I care that way anymore?

She will always be everything I want and everything I wish i could need.

I'm just stayin alive I don't really know why I can't take this shit It never fuckin ends The same ol' day to day Why do I have To live this way I think I'm made to pay For everyone else's mistakes Place the blame on them Or at least Let me pay with my life Fuck, I wanna die