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Poem for Friday, April 26, 2024 Early evening watching the rain, a song plays in my head, I once read a book about finding love but today I watch the rain alone. https://www.patreon.com/jason29171⁠⁠ ⁠http://swellcast.com/jason29171⁠ Poems and Photography: ⁠https://a.co/d/bFYc1kO⁠ Words, Floating: Poetry And Photography: ⁠https://a.co/d/5htw2lz⁠ ⁠https://jason29171.substack.com/⁠ ⁠⁠http://Fjasonwhitakerwriter.com ⁠⁠ ⁠⁠https://medium.com/@jason29171⁠⁠ https://www.viewbug.com/member/jason29171 https://neobook.org/jason29171/ ⁠⁠https://www.wattpad.com/user/FJasonWhitaker⁠⁠ ⁠https://publicfast.com?deal=jason71⁠ ⁠⁠https://www.fjasonphoto.com/⁠⁠ ⁠⁠https://www.amazon.com/hz/wishlist/ls/Z6P9332V8VAW?ref_=wl_share⁠⁠ ⁠⁠Another Day, Another Podcast⁠⁠ ⁠⁠https://www.patreon.com/jason29171⁠⁠ ⁠⁠https://www.linkedin.com/in/jason-whitaker-6234b87⁠⁠ ⁠⁠https://gurushots.com/jasonwhitaker29171/photos⁠⁠ ⁠⁠https://youtube.com/@jason29171⁠⁠ video editing: ⁠⁠https://youtu.be/-zz6ZQOFQes⁠⁠ ⁠⁠https://www.youtube

Poem for Thursday, April 25, 2024 I wake up with a dream lingering in my mind, finding a pace to my day, thoughts racing through my mind, remind me all the time of the moments I left behind. He was in my life for a short period, I have the memories from all of those times we shared. I cared for him. I go to sleep wondering if things could have been different all of those years ago. I don't know how things would have been different but I like to think they could have been... https://www.patreon.com/jason29171⁠⁠ ⁠http://swellcast.com/jason29171⁠ Poems and Photography: ⁠https://a.co/d/bFYc1kO⁠ Words, Floating: Poetry And Photography: ⁠https://a.co/d/5htw2lz⁠ ⁠https://jason29171.substack.com/⁠ ⁠⁠http://Fjasonwhitakerwriter.com ⁠⁠ ⁠⁠https://medium.com/@jason29171⁠⁠ https://www.viewbug.com/member/jason29171 https://neobook.org/jason29171/ ⁠⁠https://www.wattpad.com/user/FJasonWhitaker⁠⁠ ⁠https://publicfast.com?deal=jason71⁠ ⁠⁠https://www.fjasonphoto.com/⁠⁠ ⁠⁠https://www.amazon.com/hz/wish

Poem for Wednesday, April 24, 2024 I hear the bells ringing marking the passing of time, a lapse in my mind, and I find something once lost. I feel the air against my skin, I cannot pretend to know anything when I doubt the words I once said. Hold me close and kiss me on the lips. Take me to your bed and hold me there. I feel your skin against my skin, in my mind, and it makes me want you in my life more than ever before. We could remain in bed all day sometimes and discover the maps of our lives mapped out on our skin in the scars left behind. https://www.patreon.com/jason29171⁠⁠ ⁠http://swellcast.com/jason29171⁠ Poems and Photography: ⁠https://a.co/d/bFYc1kO⁠ Words, Floating: Poetry And Photography: ⁠https://a.co/d/5htw2lz⁠ ⁠https://jason29171.substack.com/⁠ ⁠⁠http://Fjasonwhitakerwriter.com ⁠⁠ ⁠⁠https://medium.com/@jason29171⁠⁠ https://www.viewbug.com/member/jason29171 https://neobook.org/jason29171/ ⁠⁠https://www.wattpad.com/user/FJasonWhitaker⁠⁠ ⁠https://publicfast.com?deal=jason7

Poem for Tuesday, April 23, 2024 I once dreamt of telephone poles and the wires stretching in between. I once had a crush on the older boys at Summer camp. I once hid who I was... Hid who I am. https://www.patreon.com/jason29171⁠⁠ ⁠http://swellcast.com/jason29171⁠ Poems and Photography: ⁠https://a.co/d/bFYc1kO⁠ Words, Floating: Poetry And Photography: ⁠https://a.co/d/5htw2lz⁠ ⁠https://jason29171.substack.com/⁠ ⁠⁠http://Fjasonwhitakerwriter.com ⁠⁠ ⁠⁠https://medium.com/@jason29171⁠⁠ https://www.viewbug.com/member/jason29171 https://neobook.org/jason29171/ ⁠⁠https://www.wattpad.com/user/FJasonWhitaker⁠⁠ ⁠https://publicfast.com?deal=jason71⁠ ⁠⁠https://www.fjasonphoto.com/⁠⁠ ⁠⁠https://www.amazon.com/hz/wishlist/ls/Z6P9332V8VAW?ref_=wl_share⁠⁠ ⁠⁠Another Day, Another Podcast⁠⁠ ⁠⁠https://www.patreon.com/jason29171⁠⁠ ⁠⁠https://www.linkedin.com/in/jason-whitaker-6234b87⁠⁠ ⁠⁠https://gurushots.com/jasonwhitaker29171/photos⁠⁠ ⁠⁠https://youtube.com/@jason29171⁠⁠ video editing: ⁠⁠https://youtu.be/-zz

Poem for Monday, April 22, 2024 Sometimes I think back to different times, moments of my life gone but the memories are still vivid. The photographs I took are now gone but the images in my mind remain. I kissed you often. I loved kissing you. I guess we could have had something more but you were not willing to give love a chance. I have looked back to those times these years since and I have found it difficult to forget about you or our times together. https://www.patreon.com/jason29171⁠⁠ ⁠http://swellcast.com/jason29171⁠ Poems and Photography: ⁠https://a.co/d/bFYc1kO⁠ Words, Floating: Poetry And Photography: ⁠https://a.co/d/5htw2lz⁠ ⁠https://jason29171.substack.com/⁠ ⁠⁠http://Fjasonwhitakerwriter.com ⁠⁠ ⁠⁠https://medium.com/@jason29171⁠⁠ https://www.viewbug.com/member/jason29171 https://neobook.org/jason29171/ ⁠⁠https://www.wattpad.com/user/FJasonWhitaker⁠⁠ ⁠https://publicfast.com?deal=jason71⁠ ⁠⁠https://www.fjasonphoto.com/⁠⁠ ⁠⁠https://www.amazon.com/hz/wishlist/ls/Z6P9332V8VAW?ref_

Poem for Sunday, April 21, 2024 I'm finding myself living in the past moments, times gone but never forgotten, when I once spent time with others. He arrived and I was ready. On my bed, he was above me and in me. In my mind, I recall the feeling of his cock sliding into me, I forgot about everything else in that moment. My legs wrapped around him, I pulled myself deeper onto him, I could feel him and I wanted every inch of him. I have lived this moment over and over again in my mind. I have wanted to have this moment again so many times. I'm finding myself wanting moments like the moments I keep living over and over again in my mind. Will he ever arrive in my life to fill me? Will he ever find me and ask me to be his? I am waiting for a boyfriend to share these nights with and make me forget these moments lost to time. https://www.patreon.com/jason29171⁠⁠ ⁠http://swellcast.com/jason29171⁠ Poems and Photography: ⁠https://a.co/d/bFYc1kO⁠ Words, Floating: Poetry And Photography: ⁠