"If For Nothing"a poem by Jeremy C Kester She couldn’t runfrom what consumedthoughtsfearsthose things that kill us allin the endthey destroy usin the endbut at least todayshe will face themif for nothingthat she cannotescape Poem written by Jeremy C Kester©2021 Jeremy C Kester – All Rights Reserved
"Bourbon"a poem by Jeremy C Kester My fingers touch around glassWeighted with my emotionsChilled on bourbon and iceTrying to dull my sense hereWhere I need to forget it allWhere escape seems the rightBut I sip still my quiverAnd inhale the intoxication Poem written by Jeremy C Kester©2021 Jeremy C Kester – All Rights Reserved
We often fear what we don’t understand. Unless we allow our curiosity to flourish. But fear is insidious, latching onto the darkest corners of our thoughts, pushing its tendrils out to lash out at us. How dare we be curious; fear needs to be fed. But I’d still rather be curious than afraid.
Hours passed. Eyes were fixated on everything and nothing. Bland walls decorated in the standard method of the hotel surrounded me. The same paintings I’ve seen in every other room I’ve stayed in from that chain were there in front of me. They were aesthetically pleasing in a sterile way, the kind of way meant … Continue reading The Question
People are gathering in the hall. Books surround them. I sit at my table, anxiously awaiting someone to approach me, someone to show even a moniker of interest in what I’ve wrote, the covers I designed, or even me. Do I look like an interesting enough person to talk to? Or am I just another … Continue reading When I Must Interact