Jason Whitaker

Cannot be, you were left behind, but your shadow comes into my mind, like a ghost in the closet you roam like you own the place. Today I stand up, no more waiting for you to let me go, time to leave all of these fragments behind.

Towers rising, like fingers from a grave, reaching towards the unknown. I’m captive, created my own prison, contained inside of myself like a ghost roaming these halls. Big world, small is not a word, waiting to be seen. I take shelter, refuge from life, in my mind. Pavement stretches, grey shadows of what I could…

When I wake up, with the feeling nothing will change, I take a look at the way I’m doing everything. Take every second, each moment an opportunity, and see what you can do with it. Take the time to realize, dream and scheme, that you are the only one you can depend upon.  

A knock on the door, someone I cannot ignore, music in my mind, trying to ignore what will never go away. A phantom, what could have been, if only I took another direction in my life. He could save me from myself, a love I could tell all of my secrets to, if only I…

I watch late night television, wait for the telephone, no text messages no late night infomercial just old shows playing again as the rain pours outside. Did you hear the news? Time waits for no one so you should use every second and moment you have and not waste a single one because time is…

Wake up in the morning, sun in my eyes, dreams on my head. Take the red to Union, nowhere to go and no place to be, to find something to do. Life in the city, always on the search for the next thing, always on the move without looking back. Go to bed tonight, late…

Distant thunder, far off storms, signs of things to come.  

You are a fantasy, something I imagined so long ago, an alter ego still around when I need you. You are a fantasy, a boy I dream about, a lover I desire but you are not a real boy. You are a fantasy, a place I do not speak about, time has removed me from…

Cat meowing at me, wants something from me. I hear the sounds around me, so much going on outside so much to see through my window. Take a day to recover, rehearse the words   as you wait for the moment that never arrives. I am here waiting myself, no phone call, no text message…

Watching the trains beneath the streets of Los Angeles, red line, taking my time to NoHo. Feeling the rush of air, soon I’ll be on my way, crowded platform as my music plays in my ears. Sitting next to strangers, strangers on a train, watching the stops go by as the masses move about. I…

Looking up at the ceiling, counting the seconds, moments spent wasting away doing nothing. Dreams fill me but they don’t thrill me like the rush of living. Outside these walls through that door, there is a place full of hope and wonder, there is a place that I desire to be but instead I’m here…

Crowded room, music loud, everyone dancing but me. Music playing, video on the wall, body against body moving with the rhythm. Cologne, sweat, skin, where do I begin? Follow him wherever, wanting whatever, desire overwhelming, as I follow him to the door. Cannot ignore feelings and emotions, nothing fancy as we lay with no music…

Red flowers bloom in a green room in a purple house under a blue sky, dog in window watches cats in green grass, cats chasing butterflies, while grey clouds gather above. Drops or rain fall from above to below and I have no place to go.

Time, clock on a wall, passing, each second a moment I’ll never have again.

Waking alone in the morning sound of rain departing, no place to go so I do not go anywhere, my only motivation the end of another day. Take a look around the surroundings, what is this I am feeling but a moment of awareness waiting to be found in me? Can I find the answer…

Late at night, song in my head repeating again and again like a broken record. Late at night alone with so many thoughts, taking note of everything not wanting to forget  anything. Can I ever overcome the things inside me that keep me from achieving…

Standing alone in the evening, you look so wonderful in the lighting, there’s something that reminds me of why I fell for you the first time. Don’t we look wonderful, in our made up lives, living as though we know everything but all that we’ve been told are lies.

Hello day, can not remember when we were here before, goodbye night no more fright as the light leads me out of the unknown.  

I follow the sun, each day across, each hour it goes on, and I go with it to where it sets. Time marked as my travel marked, sun goes down as I lay my head down, dreaming of where I shall be when the sun greets me once again. I follow the sun, across to…

I wake up, early hour, sun not aware it’s that magical hour. Coffee brewed, waiting is the plan, nothing else to do but enjoy the silence of an early rise…