Month: February 2020

Nobody’s Poet

I lived as Hemingway, writing and drinking
with cats around me.
I’ve sobered and said my, “Farewell to Arms.”
What? Were you expecting, “The old man and the sea?

I was paranoid like Poe, always looking over my shoulder—
and over the facade I wore.
Finding tragedy in beauty, I wrote, and I wrote—
embracing this, “Nevermore.”

I’ve traveled like Twain,
only to stop a few years later.
Sounding artsy to impress the masses,
which came from a guy who tripped over the equator.

I went silent like Frost, my hand interpreting
the voice in my head.
Deciphering things around us, simple and complex,
became the path I chose instead.

I’ve lived the dreams of others, perhaps I found my calling
and didn’t know it.
For now and until we meet again

Forever yours,

Nobody’s Poet.


This is a throwback poem from my first blog. Hope you enjoy it!

Give up…

Give up?!

I tried but failed at that too…

That’s what makes us different.

I know the taste of defeat. I like it when the odds are against me.

There’s something about it that gives me a reason to live.

And yet…another update

Best lines EVER!

I hope that everyone is doing well!

Just another quick update—no I’m rearranging things again. I have another website up 😁

Considering it’s mainly for voice over stuff, it’s where I can let loose on my journaling side. I tend to rant and go off topic, no surprise there.

But since you follow JOP, maybe you’d be interested in more of what I do with my extra time.

Don’t worry, you’ll recognize my face…it’s the “grumpy serious” one. 🤣🤣🤣

Anyway, check it out if you have some time and tell me what you think!

Here’s the site: www.jareyesvo.com

*Just a warning: I nerd out on random things…please forgive me.

I get it

Let’s just assume
you’re in your room,
right?

How many tears have you cried
for someone you needed tonight?

If it weren’t a dream,
then who would it be?

What words would you’ve said
to make things right again?

A kiss or a touch?
Is that asking for too much?
I get it.



Let’s just assume
someone else is in their room
thinking and dreaming of you.

Reaching passed the stars
to hold your broken heart.

If it weren’t just a dream,
you’d be all they’d need.

Words needn’t be said
because they’d have stolen your breath.

A kiss or touch
from them would never be enough.


Believe me,
I get it.