J. James Martinez

J. James Martinez Poems

i embrace your death
with a mournful catching of breath

the razorwire net i lived above
...

I don't know
now
how
I am to be
...

For Cynthia...

I
See you
...

Trudging through the despair of daylight
Fighting battles
Outside Midst...
Losing the war within himself
...

Walls and mosques
Tumble into piles of
Rubble and dust
Beside
...

In the early morning hours
Through the silence and sleep
We spoke
...

Let me kiss your
Bellybutton
Nibble on your triceps
And kiss your elbows
...

Midst my
Colorless castle
I sit and dream
Scenes
...

A poem
For anyone who seeks it
For anyone
Who can understand
...

The record keeps skipping
Maybe the vinyl has warped
And the
Tape Deck has been fussy of late
...

Hesitant
Reticent
Ambivalent
Intimate
...

I want to pollute this world
With my shallow words
Eclipsing rather than shedding light words
...

Through our lives
We dream
Close our eyes
Sleep
...

If I had chalk
I would sketch a poem
If I had a canvas
I would paint a memory
...

On the broken wings
Of my being

From the shallow gasps
...

I am past trying to mend
Picking up the broken pieces of self esteem
Off the broken ground
There they can rest
...

We all know it doesn’t take much
To blind a fool
That fool on the bench
The fools around the shops
...

the rope seems a lot shorter
from my new vantage point
it's getting harder
to maneuver
...

hesitant
reticent
ambivalent
intimate
...

Mi meditar
Mujer
De adoracion
Mujer de mi palabras
...

J. James Martinez Biography

I am a very humble writer. I do not think of myself as a great writer. I have not ego whatsoever. I just write how I feel. I write about my experiences and instances I feel have changed my life.)

The Best Poem Of J. James Martinez

Oct.25 2007 12: 42 Am Pacific Standard Time

i embrace your death
with a mournful catching of breath

the razorwire net i lived above
knowing the fall would occur
wasn't there to ease or to soften

the stale old retreaded laughs
i cling to
seem to have run their course
their novelty and the simplistic charm
is now wearing thin

your hand always was
a soft touch in the wind
never a cement stone sharing the same glove

these lines are not rehearsed

they're not notes taken in class

words scribbled over pink streaks
from the god-side of the pencil

these are words from a low hung
short slice
yet
slow bleeding being

when read they might not make sense
but
if you had a friend
who died a mid-twenties death
drowned by a 'weighty paper'

you probably still wouldn't get it

so
for her...

i embrace your death
with a mourning sighing of breath

kiss

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