Submissions by JackyT
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Hi all, Im a spoken word poet, writer and producer currently making somewhat of a life out of poetry in Melbourne Australia. Was looking for an online community and this seems amazing!
DRUGS POEM
Published
30th Jan 2015 6:27am
30th Jan 2015 6:27am
Driving home
A poem about opiates, originally written as a response to Iggy Pop's 'Passenger' that I produced a track around for an EP. :)
Teamed up with Skare Media to produce filmclip for it.
Ya can DL here for free if ya dig it :)
https://jackyt.bandcamp.com/track/driving-home
Enjoy!
Teamed up with Skare Media to produce filmclip for it.
Ya can DL here for free if ya dig it :)
https://jackyt.bandcamp.com/track/driving-home
Enjoy!
1094 reads
4 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Oct 2014 1:22am
10th Oct 2014 1:22am
Live Footage - 3 poems on PBS FM radio
1328 reads
3 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
15th Jun 2014 10:21am
15th Jun 2014 10:21am
The first time I was arrested..
Just a little ramble from back when i was a youngen on the road.. :)
The first time I was arrested was in Brisvegas back in 07.
I was living in a basement/garage kinda deal with a chronic druggie above me, he once was hospitalised for 3 nights due to pneumonia, came home, ate 15 grams of dope in hash cookie form (assumedly put some Vicks vapour rub on his chest) then coughed up his guts lying sideways across his bed.
He proceeded to excitedly call the hospital and earnestly inform them that they had their medical practise all wrong and that they should...
The first time I was arrested was in Brisvegas back in 07.
I was living in a basement/garage kinda deal with a chronic druggie above me, he once was hospitalised for 3 nights due to pneumonia, came home, ate 15 grams of dope in hash cookie form (assumedly put some Vicks vapour rub on his chest) then coughed up his guts lying sideways across his bed.
He proceeded to excitedly call the hospital and earnestly inform them that they had their medical practise all wrong and that they should...
961 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
23rd May 2014 3:57am
23rd May 2014 3:57am
Love evolves
This is the 3rd demo off my album "A Night Out In"
Hope you enjoy listening and reading along :)
https://soundcloud.com/jackyt/love-evolves-demo-unmastered
Love evolves, revolves, resolves anddd volverse
let it come Let it go
Well versed
Listen
undress the merits of the precursor
love is
Love is - never mentioning that you prefer the hard pillow as well, so your partner doesn’t have to share it or feel guilty, ahhh swell
Love is sharing only what needs to be shared
Love is a bind
Love is kind
Love is nothing and all...
Hope you enjoy listening and reading along :)
https://soundcloud.com/jackyt/love-evolves-demo-unmastered
Love evolves, revolves, resolves anddd volverse
let it come Let it go
Well versed
Listen
undress the merits of the precursor
love is
Love is - never mentioning that you prefer the hard pillow as well, so your partner doesn’t have to share it or feel guilty, ahhh swell
Love is sharing only what needs to be shared
Love is a bind
Love is kind
Love is nothing and all...
776 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Mar 2014 11:34pm
10th Mar 2014 11:34pm
Natures Butter vs Our Great Aussie Leader
See pic >> :)
710 reads
4 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
4th Mar 2014 11:58pm
4th Mar 2014 11:58pm
Trams and suits
Phil was about to go into rehab in a few days time.
Some farmstay kinda deal this time.
He chose to spend his birthday with me watching the butterfly effect, a box of wine under his arm, wide pupil convo with some very on edge housemates of mine, shaking hands and telling stories of me and him from Darwin days.
We sat and watched the movie.
He bit at invisible strings on his wrists tying him there, ashamed to be doing something so normal - he made the beanbag look like a bed of nails and didn't seem to appreciate the aesthetics of Ashton kutchers face.
...
Some farmstay kinda deal this time.
He chose to spend his birthday with me watching the butterfly effect, a box of wine under his arm, wide pupil convo with some very on edge housemates of mine, shaking hands and telling stories of me and him from Darwin days.
We sat and watched the movie.
He bit at invisible strings on his wrists tying him there, ashamed to be doing something so normal - he made the beanbag look like a bed of nails and didn't seem to appreciate the aesthetics of Ashton kutchers face.
...
835 reads
2 Comments
SONG LYRICS
Published
14th Feb 2014 2:51am
14th Feb 2014 2:51am
Wet Ink
This is the first demo off my album "A Night Out In".. hope you dig it, was fun to write a poem and try and work it into rhyming schemes and a song structure.. tough stuff with edits and additions that I wouldnt normally do to a poem :)
http://soundcloud.com/jackyt/wet-ink-demo
Lately…
I put the words down first,
all cursive,
look for meaning in their dearth
Its recursive..
I draw the head haphazard
Then fill in the features
An make em fit ornamental.
I dont regret tattoos
They were made in this method..
Ink on the skin,...
http://soundcloud.com/jackyt/wet-ink-demo
Lately…
I put the words down first,
all cursive,
look for meaning in their dearth
Its recursive..
I draw the head haphazard
Then fill in the features
An make em fit ornamental.
I dont regret tattoos
They were made in this method..
Ink on the skin,...
776 reads
0 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
18th Jan 2014 2:49am
18th Jan 2014 2:49am
Oxycontinmoron
Im an Oxycontinmoron - the living dead.
On an irregular pattern of shooting myself down
to get ahead.
Attach it to a body, I just suppose,
juxtaposed way of living such a serious joke.
Rivers run dry and we plead for whats clear..
as mud
so erratic and socratic, I left the irony on
with a thud.
Rolled out of bed this morning
the acid soothed my tongue tip,
nothing ever as contradictory as
letting stable times slip.
On an irregular pattern of shooting myself down
to get ahead.
Attach it to a body, I just suppose,
juxtaposed way of living such a serious joke.
Rivers run dry and we plead for whats clear..
as mud
so erratic and socratic, I left the irony on
with a thud.
Rolled out of bed this morning
the acid soothed my tongue tip,
nothing ever as contradictory as
letting stable times slip.
966 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
14th Jan 2014 11:12pm
14th Jan 2014 11:12pm
The cracks
As we peeled little bits of blutack from under our fingers,
the coffees got cold and the cracks started to show.
We pulled down every little scrap of paper
that she'd stuck up on the walls;
every recipe near the fridge, every poem
near the fireplace, every bill above the sink.
We put all of her paper goods in a box,
and sat and waited for them to burst into flames.
It couldnt surely just sit there, all white and thin,
her life in paper, just sitting there in that box.
It needed to explode, spontaneously combust,
take a finger or two with...
the coffees got cold and the cracks started to show.
We pulled down every little scrap of paper
that she'd stuck up on the walls;
every recipe near the fridge, every poem
near the fireplace, every bill above the sink.
We put all of her paper goods in a box,
and sat and waited for them to burst into flames.
It couldnt surely just sit there, all white and thin,
her life in paper, just sitting there in that box.
It needed to explode, spontaneously combust,
take a finger or two with...
804 reads
0 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Dec 2013 9:55pm
23rd Dec 2013 9:55pm
Da da dada daaaa da da daaa da da da
1429 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
3rd Dec 2013 12:13pm
3rd Dec 2013 12:13pm
There's someone in my brain
Last night someone tried to break into our house.
They got as far as the back shed
and after busting out the lock,
due to our makeshift roller-door-hold-together..
couldnt get any further.
I was in my room wondering if
anyone was thinking about me
like I was thinking about them.
If the burglar had of got in
I wonder now wether
I would have hugged them and
put the kettle on and said
"thanks for choosing me,
it aint an easy neighbourhood for this type of thing,
really, im flattered it was me you chose"
Nah probably not,...
They got as far as the back shed
and after busting out the lock,
due to our makeshift roller-door-hold-together..
couldnt get any further.
I was in my room wondering if
anyone was thinking about me
like I was thinking about them.
If the burglar had of got in
I wonder now wether
I would have hugged them and
put the kettle on and said
"thanks for choosing me,
it aint an easy neighbourhood for this type of thing,
really, im flattered it was me you chose"
Nah probably not,...
805 reads
3 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Nov 2013 00:46am
30th Nov 2013 00:46am
Natures Butter
Whenever Im feeling particularly anxious about something,
I go to the supermarket
and shoplift avocados with no subtly at all.
I stand in the line in my tight white top
with a large bulge on my shoulder, one at my elbow,
3 on my hip and try to act casual..
then by the time I get home,
the shoplifting anxiety has outweighed the old problem
and im feeling fine again.
I go to the supermarket
and shoplift avocados with no subtly at all.
I stand in the line in my tight white top
with a large bulge on my shoulder, one at my elbow,
3 on my hip and try to act casual..
then by the time I get home,
the shoplifting anxiety has outweighed the old problem
and im feeling fine again.
718 reads
3 Comments
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