All There Ever Was...

It's nights like these
That make you wonder
If there really is an end
So unattached from the world
So lost in my mind
Stripped so bare
In a world so dangerous
But completely safe
It's times like these
That make me wonder
If there really ever was pain
So forgotten in the bottles
With all the answers
So far away from that
This has to be
All there ever was
And all there ever will be
So please, stop time. Right now.
And call this a life
Because this is it
All there is
And all there ever should be

Jesster Ketchupp

I write for the same reason I breathe, it's the only thing keeping me alive...

The Fire

A fire in her eyes
She breathes for them
A fight that never ends
Is more than worth it
The only thing that makes her happy
The reason she wakes up
The best reasons to better herself
To give all that she can
And still give more
The tears she fights back
Happy, sad, frustrated, tired
Do not go unnoticed
They scream for her
All she ever wanted
The fire in her eyes
Burns for her children

Jesster Ketchupp

I write for the same reason I breathe, it's the only thing keeping me alive...

Fear

What does it mean to be scared?
To wake up in a cold sweat in the dead of night
To run with no set destination, from something
That consumes you
To lie with a quaking heart and word
To hide in the darkest, smallest space
To shield yourself
From everybody
To cry uncontrollably
To shake undeniably
To release in a bottle
To steal away from those you trust
To cover any truth worth telling
To be completely unable to finish...



...Anything

Jesster Ketchupp

I write for the same reason I breathe, it's the only thing keeping me alive...

Writing the Will of Mother Earth

Leave these gifts for my children untouched...



Leave my beauty for those who truly enjoy it
Leave the eagles in the skies
Leave the trout in the rivers
Leave the bears in the dark forest
Leave the moles in the soft ground
Leave the ants to their gathering
Leave the wolves at the crest of the hill
Leave the buffalo to their barren home
Leave the butterflies to their silk cocoons
Leave the spiders to their fragile webs
Leave the lions to their prideful slumber
Leave the leopards to their treetop acrobatics
Leave the elephants to their dreary tromp
Leave the snakes wrapped on their tree limbs
Leave the horses to their majestic gallop
Leave the squirrels to their playful chatter
Leave the dogs to their lively tumbles
Leave the owls to their night watch


And please forgive my children...

...For they know not what they do.

Jesster Ketchupp

I write for the same reason I breathe, it's the only thing keeping me alive...

Princess In Shining... Black?

My prince may not ride upon a black stallion
Or don the shining metal of the golden age

He may not carry a sword and sheath
Or slay dragons by the score

He may not speak in Gaelic tongues
Or recite poetry at my tower window

But that's fine by me

I love the baggy jeans and ripped up tees that he wears of todays age

I feel safe with the butterfly knife he carries in his pocket

I wait to hear his laugh and odd jokes over the phone at 3 in the morning
(And his tongue holds metal)

And that's all I need

Now if he could only come to my aid...

Jesster Ketchupp

I write for the same reason I breathe, it's the only thing keeping me alive...

(" I write for the same reason I sleep, I'm really, really stoned...")