J.A.Templeton77

United States

- Birthday on Friday the 13th
- Poet first, writer second
- Future plan (other than writing) is either teaching or practicing psychology
- Optimism forever, hope forever
- Major movie nerd
- Addiction to collecting books and films
- Vinyl lover

Message from Writer

- Hello and good day to you with all hints of positivity, subdued and conspicuous, that my mere words may offer! The one thing I am concerned with upfront is the happiness of all people. I never want to turn my back or look away and shield myself from truthful horror or wonderful, sublime sights that make one twist in love. Life is too short, though it is what we make it to be. I find joy in writing stories and poems for the same reason I find joy in companionship with family and friends. There is something resonating within the human soul that links us all together and when we read works of fiction, we are actively entertaining this sense and slowly finding universal joy. That is the point of writing, to me at least. Enjoy my works, peace.

J.A.Templeton77 (United States) published:

Loss

PROMPT: Pandemic Memoir

Angels in Heaven; Devils on Earth.

about 1 month ago

J.A.Templeton77 (United States) published:

Loss

PROMPT: Pandemic Memoir

Angels in Heaven; Devils on Earth.

about 1 month ago

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J.A.Templeton77 (United States) published:

Minnie, The Opposite of Intellect

FREE WRITING

Though she was only a child,
Five and a few quarters aged
In a path similar to dry grapes,
Her parents kept her caged.
 
Minnie! They’d shout and pout,
Here comes Minnie, stupid Minnie!
Dust the counter, sweep the floor,
Then revel in your ignominy!
 
At such words and physical abuses,
Which most rest assuredly came,
Minnie found her home smaller
Than come what might for tame.
 
This hole in her head, shrinking,
Found itself hollow and...

about 2 months ago

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J.A.Templeton77 (United States) published:

Drag

FREE WRITING

That is what comes out of me,
Plain, gray, and poisonous.
Who can blame my small fee?
 
I ensnare all in my path.
I am the web,
Designed by the greedy spider.
Here, here, the universal ebb.
 
Cubans, reds, kings, Columbian.
Exotic, exotic, exotic!
Newport, Kent, Peruvian.
 
Here, the definition of segregation.
White over half, brown only slightly
And this is manufactured discrimination.
White over half, brown only slightly.
 
Find me everywhere,
In every cubicle, ever...

about 2 months ago

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J.A.Templeton77 (United States) published:

You Said

FREE WRITING

You said stay here, but I’m running out of air
And I can’t keep lying.
You said rise up, but I’m all out of strength
And I am dying.
You said you loved me, but I’m your fool
And I am crying.

about 2 months ago

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J.A.Templeton77 (United States) published:

You Said

FREE WRITING

You said stay here, but I’m running out of air
And I can’t keep lying.
You said rise up, but I’m all out of strength
And I am dying.
You said you loved me, but I’m your fool
And I am crying.

about 2 months ago

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J.A.Templeton77 (United States) published:

What Speaks the Silent

FREE WRITING

I lost my jokes
And I forgot my notes
To poke fun at the world
To poke fun at the world.
I lost my baby
And I forgot my life
To find joy in the world
To find joy in the world.
I have lost everything.
I have lost everything.
Yet I’ll press on
Because I must have hope.
I must have hope.

about 2 months ago

1

J.A.Templeton77 (United States) published:

A Devil

FREE WRITING

A devil came into my flat.
It was not black,
It did not have horns.
It had eyes of thin yellow,
A flame of articulation.
What shocked me most
Was its black reflection
Like a mirror of myself.
As I breathe roughly
And sleep like a log
It watches over me
And leaves my flesh
For the bone is the devil’s.
And gone, it gives me dreams
Mostly good and hardly troubled.
When I wake in dawn
It enters back...

about 2 months ago

J.A.Templeton77 (United States) published:

Crying Bird: 25

FREE WRITING

I rose to a touch on my shoulder.
My first notice is that my bird is gone.
The branch is empty and his feathers stain
Making me once more alone
Then my world stops.
She sits in front of me, with bright colors
And her brown hair runs down her neck
To add background to her blue eyes.
She could be the poster of a sect.
My lip quivers and I bite it.
She is staring at my eyes, lovely ...

about 2 months ago

J.A.Templeton77 (United States) published:

Crying Bird: 24

FREE WRITING

Of all the instincts that ensnare me
That haunt me from desire
That scream away with fires
Of pain and hatefulness,
I fight past them to sing for you.
Though my mortal eyes point you away
And my friends push me past you
Because you are not a lily
You are a leaf or a cone, they say,
I fight past them to love you.
I may not be the loudest
And often I shun myself for such
Yet I...

about 2 months ago