Jason Giecek

Joined March 2019

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Bio

A poet who cannot rhyme, a dreamer who dreams in reality, realist who gave up realism last week as part of his plea agreement. The courts got nothing!! Nothing!

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Long Way
I'm a long way gone, So far away from home, I ain't seen the sunshine in such a long long time, A fading memory, Sadness in a drowning drought,
By Jason Giecek8 days ago in Poets
Into Sorrow
Into sorrow, Misery in that drowning mind, Of tears and pain, To feel that blade, To feel a memory Of a kiss, Into that sweet night,
By Jason Giecek2 months ago in Poets
THE END OF THE LINE
WE DON'T RENT PIGS: AN INTRODUCTION - A Holiday Inn at the state line, Nebraska. Was Jesus really staying there like the news reports said?
By Jason Giecek10 months ago in Fiction
How I Learned to Love President Donald Trump - a retrospect in the year 2022 - originally published in 2016
Would you buy a used car from this guy? NOTE TO READER(S): I wrote this originally a few years ago, but guess Vocal's servers screwed up and shortened the original piece from 600 words to just 9 and I didn't have the original text but the peeps behind the madness we know as Vocal said "It's fine!! No worries, we fixed!!" and I went on.
By Jason Giecekabout a year ago in The Swamp
WAITING FOR A TRAIN
Note to the reader: The "Art" used in this piece were created by prompts by me, your humble writer of this "Work" which were inspired by actual events in my life; a passing of my wife, my life, my heart and soul on December 19th, 2012.
By Jason Giecekabout a year ago in Fiction
Memories in a Dream
Outside, the dawn is breaking, But inside, my heart is breaking, The smile is fake, that mask is unbreaking, but here I sit, behind the stage, tears running down my face, from those clown eyes.
By Jason Giecek2 years ago in Fiction
A Letter from The Poet to The World
The mind of a poet, A writer, Is a chaotic place, a place few dare to enter, without protection, to hear the words, to hear the whisper against the ear, a place of dementia to the untrained ear.
By Jason Giecek2 years ago in Poets
A LETTER TO MOTHER
Dear Mother, I sit here, at the age older than you were, When you first confessed, you did not want to be a mother; father was dead, killed by a bullet in Vietnam, 1969.
By Jason Giecek2 years ago in Poets
Here there be Dragons
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. We, the Underlings, those children born after the "Fall of Man" knew of the tales of the time before the dragons but they were whispered, shared in secret, dare not spoken of in harsh or angry words.
By Jason Giecek2 years ago in Fiction
April 15th 1912 : A Night Mare
I was on the boat, searching for bodies, there were screams in the night, the ship, unsinkable according to men in black suits. Also according to these same men, there was also enough life boats.
By Jason Giecek2 years ago in Fiction
Ship of Dreams
Charlie O'Grady bought a 3rd class ticket on the Titanic, dreams of a new life in America with his fiancée who was already waiting for him over there.
By Jason Giecek2 years ago in Fiction
Love at first sight: Sarah
She stood there, quietly against the wall, the others danced, She wanted to dance too, but shyness and a self esteem lower than mine, held her back, to that spot.
By Jason Giecek2 years ago in Poets

Jason Giecek

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Long Way

Into Sorrow

THE END OF THE LINE

How I Learned to Love President Donald Trump - a retrospect in the year 2022 - originally published in 2016

WAITING FOR A TRAIN

Memories in a Dream

A Letter from The Poet to The World

A LETTER TO MOTHER

Here there be Dragons

April 15th 1912 : A Night Mare

Ship of Dreams

Love at first sight: Sarah

Stories (44/0)