Jameson White

The writings and music of Jameson White. I also reblog some other people's poetry.  Feel free to submit your work to me if you like.  Some of my poetry might be triggering, so read with disgression.

[jamesonwhite]

[jamesonwhite]

[jamesonwhite]

Sorry I’ve been bad about updating this blog.

Most of my music I’ve just been putting on my personal blog because I have more followers there, and that’s been taking up all my attention as of late.

[jamesonwhite]

Do you have any more writing?

What do you mean by writing?  I have plenty of poetry (although most of it’s shit) and all my music can be found online.  I’d be more than happy to share more of my poetry if that’s what people want though.

[jamesonwhite]

From my series "On The Couch":  Don't Be A Shitty Person 

[shakingleaf]

1. Suicide notes have taken on the form of texts, videos, and audio recordings. 2. There are numerous websites that will give you step by step lessons on how to starve yourself, and fuck, some of the tips even begin to make sense after awhile. 3. There are charts online that will tell you the pain levels of each suicide method. 4. True panic is seeing the words “I give up” written by a person who isn’t replying to any of your messages. 5. Monitoring friends blogs to check it they’re eating doesn’t help them in the long run. 5 & 1/2. Same with self harming. 6. Every time you hit “log in”, you are witness to a sickly amount of glorification and misplaced beauty regarding cut wrists and protruding ribs. 7. It is easier to trust strangers with our secrets than it is family members. 8. It is possible to google the methods of slitting your wrists. 9. And how to puke up your last meal. 10. And instructions on how to tie a noose.

10 facts to prove that I am part of the generation that is not only living online, but is also dying online (via u-u-tf)

[universeminus1]

we spend our whole childhood figuring out who to be

and our whole adulthood regretting who we did not become

[innocentink]

Isn't it funny?

How you can look someone dead in the eye and say "I’m fine, I promise. Just a little tired"

and actually mean

that if you were given a rusty spoon   you would pluck your own eyes out because it would hurt less    than the torture chamber in your mind

that if you were given   a loaded gun you would eat the bullet

that if you were given the option   to have never existed in the first place

you

would

take it.

Isn’t it all just so funny?

-r.d.r.

[towardsthelite-deactivated20181]

Blind signs

Depression is similar to having an attitude Says the person who is ignorant to body language For God’s sake can you put aside how you’re feeling and think.. look at my My feelings They say that ignorance is bliss but if you just look with your eyes Withdrawed shoulders Loss of interest Hey , do you wanna chill And I reply , no I have hw to do tonight When no hw was assigned Just my comforter and I Funny how a comforter can detect depression better than a human can Those moments when you’re at your lowest And you’re cuddling with your comforter Doesn’t it just feel more comfier.

[jaxcantwrite]

"Camp Cedarledge"

The window is open And the air smells like Camp Cedarledge in January — When the troop leaders Didn’t seem to think That little girls would Mind the cold one bit. When laughter was everywhere And I could eat five Krispy Kreme donuts Without feeling sick. When my best friend Was a girl named Kathryn And I’d just assumed She’d always be around. When I thought growing up Meant a college degree And a high-paying job With plenty left over After paying the rent For other basic needs And maybe even some fun. When the name “John” Was just a name And not a harsh sound That burns my eardrums. The window is open And the air smells like Camp Cedarledge in January.

[fewwordsidliketotellyou]

There’s an old bathtub on our front yard full of choking poisoned green water Yet I think it’s the purest thing that’s around. My unconscious never stopped dreaming about swimming in that bath, taking a deep breath and filling my lungs with purity. All that fulfills me now us a silent madness waiting to be woken up in a few days and I’m starting to think it’s not going to get better than last year and I’m starting to understand why I love the old bathtub because Just this day, I told myself: FUCK THE SEASIDE but I can’t screw the waves inside my ribs My hands aren’t strong enough to break them. I’m so numb I can’t even look my mum in the eye. I won’t seek them for much longer anyway because I really want to FUCK The Seaside And my friends keep telling me it’s hard to have so many people to love you Using the tone that means: “You’re cool.” but of course I hate them, because I hate myself.

- sinking in

[thechroniclesofjoy]

and I keep thinking I miss you but truth is that I miss loving and being so full of fire. Dredging up the past and trying to feel sad about it won’t replace the bubbling emotion I felt and I don’t miss him, I miss the person I was. But you know, I can love so much and so many. There are skies full of starry souls waiting for a nuclear explosion with mine. and once I’ve gotten on with my life and seen so many new faces and new places I will wonder how I could have wasted those nights staying up wishing you would text me saying you are coming back so we could go on that picnic you dreamt about.

 August 14th, 2014 (via thechroniclesofjoy)

[chucklingpecan]

Even the lowliest have their rituals

Roaches gather to dance and to sing from a favorite operetta

The sweet melodies! The festive costumes!

[jamesonwhite]

Water

Here's a poem I wrote last night that I'm actually pretty proud of

[goddess-gagged]

Visit Original Link

So I’m putting together a cover album and this is one of the songs I’ve gotten done so far.

[jamesonwhite]

This video is the first in a series I'm putting together in which I talk about life issues and dole small doses of advice.  In this episode I talk about being sure that you are in love before it's too late.  If there's something you want me to talk about, let me know and I'll get right on it.

[jamesonwhite]

A cover of “‘Merican” by Descendants.  This song is part of a cover album I’m putting together while I gather equipment to record my first full length album, “Deadhouse”.  I changed the lyrics a bit in light of the recent events in Ferguson and put them in bold down below.

Lyrics:

We flipped our finger to the king of England

Stole our country from the Indians

With God on our side, and guns in our hands

Took it for our own

A nation dedicated to liberty

Justice and equality

Does it look that way to you?

It doesn’t look that way to me

Sickest joke I know

Listen up man, I’ll tell you who I am

Just another stupid American

You don’t wanna, listen you don’t wanna understand

So finish up your drink and go home

I come from the land of Ben Franklin

Twain, and Poe, and Walt Whitman

Ottis Redding, Ellington

The country that I love

But it’s the land of the slaves and the ku klux klan

Haymarket riot and the great depression

Darren Wilson killed a man

Sickest joke I know

Listen up man, I’ll tell you who I am

Just another stupid American

You don’t wanna, listen you don’t wanna understand

So finish up your drink and go home

I’m proud and ashamed

Every forth of July

You’ve got to know the truth

Before you say that you’ve got pride

Now the cops got tanks and assault machine guns

Roaming the streets of Ferguson

Kill another father, kill another son

Straight to hell we go

Listen up man, I’ll tell you who I am

Just another stupid American

You don’t wanna, listen you don’t wanna understand

So finish up your drink and go home

Listen up man, I’ll tell you who I am

Just another stupid American

You don’t wanna, listen you don’t wanna understand

So finish up your drink and go home

Finish up your drink

And go home