Justin Kramasz's Writings
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Poem
Dec.29.2011
They hummingbird may take to her wing,she chooses to whom she quietly sings.The summer day weeps for the love he has lost,The breeze in the trees have brought with them frost.Weeping, the willow is lonely again,reaching her leaves for a comforting friend.The willow tree tears as the summer day cries,they each wonder why nobody replies.
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Dec.28.2011
Way down deep, stuck in this swirling energy, mud messy muck.I slip, chains grip, I rip, pretense presents that I don't give a fuck.It's just my luck, I've come undone, way down beneath where thingsgo to hide from life and hide from strife and the stress that it brings.
I'm on the back burner, waiting for the hot water to begin it's boil.Laid out, flat on my...
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Poem
Dec.28.2011
Because a woman can never understand the pain of a man, nor a man a woman’s.We must seek out that pain in order to more fully understand our own.If it is true, it will always lead to true pain, either through misadventure and an untimely end, or through death.A pain not unlike death; always tragic, and never truly prepared for.A sickness, debilitating and...
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Poem
Jan.12.2009
Ravenous with a broad touch of unremitting anxiety, starved, raving mad, but stalking my prey cautiously.
My empty heart is a child's favorite toy broken.My soul, moving in every direction at once.
Feeling back, with new experience and awareness,numb for so long that gray tastes like a rainbow at solstice.
Feeding on myself from within, I grow strong as I wither...
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Short Story
Dec.17.2008
Sometimes I find it eerie how the most amazing and wonderful and painful things always seem to happen on the most average days. Its like fate doesn’t want the weather conditions stealing any of its drama. The same way a bride wants to be the most beautiful person at the ceremony. God I hate brides, and fate is usually no friend of mine either.
But this day wasn’t...
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Poem
Dec.17.2008
This disease we share, born so bare. Two rivers and despair.Bold brothers and sisters of the hunt, we run eternally.The moon at night, the morn and sun make their daily compare.We are left to fend alone but strong, struggling infernally.
Left behind, we are all left behind. We too leave all behind.The young run rampant jeering and singing, youth a flaunting....
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Poem
Dec.17.2008
Sometimes when I wake up, cold sweat and darkness make me nothing.A dream so vivid that once over, I am not the same.A good dream can crush your spirit if you wake from it.Your precious gifts expelled from life.
Sometimes I have to wake up twice to escape the dream.A bad dream follows.Reality protects me.Dreams can be undone, never forget.
Sometimes a dream can...
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Poem
Dec.17.2008
Another hook, barbed and terrible, pushes its way through bare flesh.Blood trickles from the new wound: Bright red, glistening, shameful.An unseen reel begins to spin as I travel rapidly away from it.Tortured and torn skin turns red in protest. Unbreakable fishing line pulls taut.Every new concern, every new fear sees another hook pushed into me.In the cradle of...
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Poem
Dec.17.2008
Somewhere down this stretch of road,a place I may relieve my load.A lonely destination beckons me,though I am anxious, I make no plea.
But in the path of this sole parade,A shadow of a man who casts no shade.With further eyes unto the ground,No single print can there be found.
I attempt to see but cant behold,but a silhouette and spores of mold.At first my fear...
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Poem
Dec.17.2008
Im not a writer, Im a seller of soulsThe souls of the damnedThe souls of the fovoredThe souls of fools who've loved and laboredMindy Mary, Joseph, MikeThese are souls I sell alike
Im not a poet, Im an eternal betrayerThose who're presented falseThose who wont be recalledTo be remembered always as paper dollsWendy, Wilma, Samuel, WadeThis abridged list I have...
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About Justin
JUSTIN KRAMASZ is an author and screenwriter and several times published poet. This year he was nominated for membership with the International Society of Poets. Justin was nearly born on the steps in front of Washington Hospital in Fremont California and...