I'm 24. I don't write as often as I should. I'm scared of spiders.
+ more bio informationTaser Serve, protect.Bring tyrants to justice.There's electricity in your handso you don't have to kill.No blood, no harm. Serve, protect.You saved a hostage last week,but why did you shock that old lady?She was being too stubborn.No blood, no harm. Serve, protect.A mother of three pulled over for speedingstunned because s... More..
We are. We are nothing apart.We are nothing apart, baby. Your hands on my face,they keep me warm,they keep me calm,and I am content. This is all I'll ever be.This is all I'll ever be, darling. Your hands over my eyes,they keep me confused,they keep me concerned,and I am angry. I don't know what to call this.I don't know ... More..
Autumn The amber color washed down into your belly, you were fun then and I guess I was naive. Our arms were cold but our bodies warmed as we sat outside, remember? Do you remember? You said your number aloud and I told you stories of when I was ten you laughed at them. Remember? Do you remember? We found ourselves ... More..
Black Belt. There's a shield around you.It's made of my shame.I know you see it,because you keep your hands to yourself. There's no backlash for making you uneasy,except for the guilt,oh the terrible guilt. I saw the curves in your dress,and I heard the motivation in your voice,and I was choking myself,I was choking mysel... More..
Art RockerSkinny pale faced girlie,you love to be mistreated.At least that's what you sing about,even though that's not how the words go.Your tiny body sweats a lot,and your tiny voice screams a lot.I love the way you look on stage.You dress like you are color blind.Skinny clown faced girlie,you're beautiful on the outside ba... More..
The girlin the four inch boxsaid she loved me,and I believed herof course. She does notknow my namebut I know hersit's Sandra and shesings to me.I sent her a messageit said "never leave me,"but the power went outand so did sheand she left me alone.I guess she didn't love me after all. More..
Jukebox If you open your mouth I will fill your lungs with smoke That's all I know how to say The fire is in my hands But it feels like winter when they touch you "This is not my song," you say And you point to the noise above Don't flirt with me if it's insincere Just drink one more downer sweetheart Then you'll understand... More..
CasualHeavy breathing makes it humid.Under this heat we are blind.My hands light your body.I will find you with my mouth.I can smell your heart through your chest.I can feel the difference between you and me.I can see my mistakes through your eyes.I can hide this pressure inside of you.It's easy when there's no feeling.It's e... More..
SurvivalClose your eyes.Hide from everythingthat makes you sleepy.It's hard nowand it gets worse.Sorry it gets worse.If you choose that wayhold your mouth shutso you don't cough them up.If the other way.Do it alone,because no-one will support you.They will say;Don't do it.Don't do it.Don't do it.You have the wrong ideaand so ... More..
CarStreaking lights,just lasers outsideour squealing tires.We settle upside downin the mud.Glass fragmentsswarm us like bees.They sting our faces.They sting our hands.We bleed out our fingersonto the polyesterbut whatever.My ghost is shaking,and yours is gone.Faces stare through the windows."Help is on the way," they say,"Jus... More..
Jared Cantrell
Las Vegas, Nevada US
Articles Written: 15
Writers Invited: 1