WELCOME TO THE WRITERS WALL.....A PLACE FOR PRISONERS TO DISPLAY THEIR TALENTS AS WRITERS, POETS OR JOURNALISTS AND A PLACE FOR YOU TO SEND THEM YOUR COMMENTS AND ENCOURAGEMNT ABOUT WHAT THEY HAVE WRITTEN. ENJOY....
LETTER TO AMBER
(Amber Nicole Cantrell)
By Timothy Ray Whittington
My immortal..they say time is relevant, and I truly know this to be true. It's been over half a decade since I've seen you or spoke to your physical entity, but not a moment passes that I don't hold you in my arms or inhale the scent of your hair. It seems like a shakesperean tragedy for me to drift off into my sweet escape from this tortured world I have so created for myself. In my dreams, you need me again, and I can't imagine being severed from your love. When you smile I see your face and all my cares drift away, because I know that nothing can bring me back down from my cloud. Then I see the hurt behind the smile and the perfect mask crumbles. I see the fear in your eyes, reflected in the same fear in my soul. With it comes the realization of my fall from the mountain of your everlasting love. The faces of my son and daughter, tattooed on my heart and the love it took for us to create such beauty. For a spell, I believed I became a footnote in the diary of your life and I was the one who was estranged from a normal life. I can't express the hurt and despair I felt when I heard your life is a shell of its former self also.We were in love and we were both sheltered. I hope one day you find this love letter from my soul and realize we are more alike than we ever knew. I'll see you tonight when I slip from the fingers of this prison cell.. to hold you once again. and hope time becomes less relevant and the mask crumbles never again. Sometimes I wish to never return from my sweet oblivion.
Love and Respect,
Tim II
P.S. You're still my Chicken Fajitas!
PRISON HUMOR
BY WALTER ALLEN
A collections of jokes from prisoners in the Pennsylvania State Prison Systom. Caution some humor may be found to be straight nasty, and some are gut-busting funny.
"We've got to do something behind these walls to pass the time, and laugh ~and that is what some of us do."
Available at:
midnightexpressbooks.com/walterallen
www.amazon.com/Prison-Humor-Walter-Allen
LOVING A CONVICT
LOVING A CONVICT COMES WITH A PRICE TO PAY
A PRICE YOU PAY A LITTLE EACH DAY
IT’S MISSING HIM AND HIM MISSING YOU
IT’S FEELING HAPPY THEN FEELING BLUE
IT’S MOSTLY HAVING NO ONE TO HOLD
FEELING YOUNG WHILE GROWING OLD
DAYS AND NIGHTS ALL ALONE
WRITING LETTERS AND TALKING ON THE PHONE
IT’S LITTLE TO HOLD AND LITTLE TO TOUCH
WHILE WANTING HIM AND NEEDING HIM MUCH
IT’S A BRIEF HUG AND A BRIEF KISS
IT’S HOLDING HANDS ACROSS A TABLE AND MAKING A WISH
IT’S LEAVING THE VISIT ROOM WITHOUT YOUR SOULMATE
IT’S KNOWING THE PAROLE BOARD IS HOLDING YOUR FATE
IT’S TURNING AND BLOWING HIM A KISS GOOD-BYE
IT’S SITTING IN YOUR CAR WHILE YOU PRAY AND CRY
IT’S TRUE IT’S NOT ALL IT’S CRACKED UP TO BE
BUT IN A MATTER OF TIME YOUR LOVING CONVICT WILL BE FREE
WHEN YOUR LOVING CONVICT IS HOME AT LAST
PRISON WILL BE IN THE MIRROR OF THE PAST
YOU’LL FALL ASLEEP IN THE ARMS OF YOUR SOULMATE
YOU’LL WAKE TO HIS KISS AND IT WAS ALL WORTH THE WAIT
WRITTEN BY: RONALD FORTUNE JR. 5/13/2009
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THIS WAS WRITTEN BY AN ANONYMOUS INCARCERATED FEMALE....
WRITTEN BY AN ANONYMOUS FEMALE INMATE.......
A MATTER OF THE HEART....
In the blink of an eye, another year has passed, and the holidays are upon us again. It's the time of year that conjures up so many special memories for us all. I can almost smell the evergreen as I picture multi-colored lights and and sparkling tinse; hot spiced cider and plates of cookies pkled high, awaiting their turn to be gobbled up my hungry children. There are mistletoe kisses and the unblemished beauty of freshly fallen snow. These are just a few of my personal memories, but we all have them, Those special times and time-honored traditions that represent who we are and where we came from. Traditons that will pass on to our children and to their children..and while those memories may seem bittersweet to those of us that are incarcerated...always keep in mind that Christmas is truly just a matter of the heart.
While historically this has always been a sad and lonely time of year for those of us in prison, it really doesn't have to be that way. I know it seems like time nearly slows to a standstill as each day looms longer than the last. As prison employees take time off to spend with their families..activities seem to cease. The post office closes and we are faced wirh days of no mail and it just seems like the New Year will never arrive. But...just like every other situatuon we encounter along lifes path, it's all about attitude..It's all about how we choose to approach the season that will make all the difference in how it affects us.
The true spirit of Christmas is about the gift of love and compassion. It's about givng unconditonally and reaching out to others in the spirit of love. Thers's so much we can do..even inside these walls to make the true spirit of Christmas come alive in our hearts and in the hearts of others, Just a random act of kindness..a smile shared with someone that noone ever smiles at...a few snacks handed to someone that doesn't have any..a recycled Christmas card slipped clandestinely under a doorway to someone whose name isn't called at mail call. Trust me when I tell you that you'll get more joy out of seeing someones face light up than you ever did opening your presents on Christmas morning as a child. It's only in learning to be selfless that we are able to gain a new and truly shining sense of self.
So, to all my brothers and sisters out there that are feeling a little blue as the holidays approach..Lift your heads up and step up to the plate. Be the one to make a difference in someone elses life ...and I promise you...it will make all the difference in yours...
From my heart to yours...Merry Christmas....
A POEM BY A FEMALE INMATE IN THE ARKANSAS DEPARTMENT OF CORRECTIONS.....
LIFER
FOREVER TORMENTS BROKEN SOULS
LAIN DEEP IN SHADOWED EYES
LOST IN THIS TWISTED HOUSE OF STEEL
COLD STONE AND RAZORED LIES....
DREAMS DUG DEEP IN SHATTERED HEARTS
DESPAIR HELD TIGHT IN HANDS OF GRAY...
DIVERSITY IS SWALLOWED
BY THE SAMENESS OF EACH DAY....
AND TOMORROW DAWNS BUT ONE MORE YESTERDAY...
AS DAYS... TURN INTO YEARS.... TURN INTO ...LIFETIMES....
SITUATIONS....
BY EUGENE SAUNDERS (featured here on Jail-Mailman)
Oh how my mind seeks rest, My soul seeks a friend, my soul goes without because of the situation I'm in. My situation causes pain, It causes destruction, and disgrace. It even caused the ones who loved me to disappear before my face.
Some lasted for the winter, some through the spring and summer, Some even lasted for the fall, But you already know, my situation outlasted them all......
Now its just me and my situation, It haunts me like a curse, Some even think my situation will outlast my life here on earth.....
But God forbid ..He won't allow my situation to last that long, for God made me a real man and my situation is not that strong.
So why did they let my situation scare them all away? Was their love ever real, or was it out of sight, out of mind? Regardless of how I feel I've learned now to respect my situatuon. Because it taught me to help myself, It taught me to love everyone but trust no one.
Isn't it funny how situations suddenly occur, but even funnier how they end? I'll never forget my situation because it showed me my true friends.
Songs By Gary Rasey
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SONGS BY GARY RASEY
UNDER
You try to pull me down with you
Trying to stay on top
Looking for something to hold on to
With no luck you pull me under
I struggle to get loose
But you have a hold on me
We’re going under
Don’t take me down with you
We’re going under
Leave me alone
Stop dragging me under
Don’t cause pain because of your own
It’s still going to be there
Problems just don’t go away on their own
Leave them under something
There’s more to life than problems
You’ll never know with your life
Looking back wondering how is this real
Coming out from under the rock that you
Were under to face the world
It’s time to make up your mind
Before it’s too late
You only have one chance
Make the best of this one chance
Next time you won’t be so lucky
By Gary Rasey
PUSH AWAY
I want to tell you how I feel
But the feelings are mixed up
The pain too much to deal with
You believe in me but I don’t believe in myself
Somehow you can see past all this
How hard can this be
The feelings won’t go away
Why do I push away
Building a wall to keep you away
Just push away
You find ways to get my feelings out
Pushing me to feel I won’t break down
As tears run down my face
The wall inside you pushed away
Just like that you broke me down
Rumors that surround your life
Mean nothing to me
Nothing can replace you no matter what
I want to push you away
Hurting you will not solve the problem
No matter what I do you are there for me
It’s hard for me to trust
With you it was easy
I protected you when things got unsafe
People respected you because of me
Pushing people away that try to get close to you
And knowing it was me pushing away
This life I didn’t want
I push you away because of that
You taught me to be a man
In the end I ended up in jail
All I had to do was listen to you
I pushed away
Now I am sorry
By Gary Rasey
UNKNOWN
When I look at you
I see myself looking back
The anger that controlled me
Lost its control and hold on me
Why is it all unknown
When you’re unknown
Life is unknown
The war I inside is unknown
People turn their backs on you
A good thing they lost
When one door opens
Five more close
You turn to the bottle
Living at the bottom solves nothing
All your problems are still there
And you just numb your feelings with more pain
Maybe its all unknown
This life is unknown
The fight inside looses everything
What is the point of this
They say everything happens for a reason
Why me all the time
Where dosed it all end
Are you the one to Shine?
Can you tame the beast?
Make me see the way if possible
I don’t care really
There is no way back now
Nobody wants a part of my life
I don’t want a part of me
The end of the road is near
What to do now…start over
I have nothing to lose
Now It’s all unknown..
No one will
Ever understand
By Gary Rasey
Convicts Need Love Too
Everybody needs someone to love them
Even if it’s only for a while
Someone who cares and understands
Someone who will go that extra mile
No matter who we are or what we go through
We all share the same feelings in similitude
So never forget ~~~Convicts need love too
Written by
Marlon Brooks (featured here on Jail-Mailman)
Poem written by Michael Taylor (featured here on Jail-Mailman)
God picked up a leaf
And blew it out of his hand
Seeing it take flight, I jumped on and held tight
Not knowing how far or how wide I was
Pleasantly blessed and going for a ride
Some days were smooth and others were rough
I should have known it was going to be tough
With earth below me and the sweet heavens above
I started praying for brotherly love
Seeing Jesus up ahead brought tears to my eyes
I knew I had to reach him
Before the end of my ride
Poem by Patrick Prickett 
There's an old bosal in the bunkhouse
It's hangin' on the stucco wall
It's been hangin' there for decades
Since the buckaroos been ridin tall
It's hand braided from rawhide
A work of art for sure
Made by a hand that worked here
An artisan demure
It's a symbol of the horseman
The old vaquero way
When there were cattle buy the thousands
All grazin' on free range
He'd always use a bosal
Even on a finished horse
The reminder of a light touch
Applied with little force
It's sixteen plait with a noseband
Two buttons and a knot
Created by a steady hand
With skill and talent and thought
Every cowboy will see it each day
As he comes and as he goes
He'll be proud to practice the art
As only a vaquero knows
It requires the touch of a master
Used with the spooned spade bit
Which gently rides in his mouth
And takes knowledge to master it
Every buckaroo that rides for this outfit
Will see that old bosal
They'll know what's required to ride here
When they see it hangin' on the wall
Copyright © P. J. Prickett
from © "Ranges I've Rode" 2009
POETRY BY MIRADELLO ASHFORD
POEM BY
MAURICE JONES
If you should try to understand me through the eyes of your experiences then you only understanding will be misunderstanding.
For we have walked different paths and have known different fears and that which brings you laughter just might bring me tears
So if you can learn to accept me and the strange things I say and do.
Then maybe through your acceptance you will gain a better understanding
WRITINGS BY SHADEED GRAHAM # 62139-066
USP-LEWISBURG
PO BOX 1000
LEWISBURG, PA 17837
MY PERSONAL RIB
On a cool, somber day of fall, as I strolled alone, my attention was held captive by a vision of beauty beyond compare. As I drank in the loveliness of precious flower, it occurred to me how out of place she appeared in her environment, and I know without doubt I had to possess this jewel. Pluck this rare sight from her garden, I stole her away to become my personal treasure. Taking her to be mine. I carried her home and planted her in my own flower bed to develop and mature. To my delight she took root and quickly began to blossom. As I nurtured and nourished her, she began to learn me. Our days were filled with the constant companionship of each other, and she came to know me, better than I know myself. As she sprouted into a full grown orchid, she constantly displayed a unique oneness with me, assuring me she was meant to be my possession, filling my days with contentment simply through the essence of her scent. AS we grow together today, it is evident it was intended “We Find Each other.” The obvious of our unity can be witnessed through how she finishes my sentences before I speak. The way her eyes stow as I silently adore her continual providing of joy to my life, the soft spoken words which encourages the betterment of me. My thoughts become her intuition, my dreams, her incessant desires. Our denial of ourselves for one another’s benefit, our days of gloom being turned into sunny days, instantly upon coming into each other’s company.
Days of good and bad, come and go, but nothing of such insignificance separates us from one another. We share a union unequaled by the other. When we are apart, I long for the fragrance of her unendingly.
We share the same laughter as well as tears, and having each other brings unsolicited consolation. We harbor no thoughts of selfish independence because we are one and the same. It was predestined she be my life’s mate She is my better-half, I am not ashamed to say, and God’s gift to me, to fill the somberness of my days. I acknowledge that my existence depends on her. For she is that “Personal Rib” removed from me! “A Woman”
YOUR PERFECT MAN
Ever since you were a young lady, you’ve been in search for that perfect man. A man who would love you unconditionally, and who would always try to understand.
On more than one occasion you thought you found “Mr. Right,” only to find Doctor Jekyl by day, and Mr. Hyde by night. You prayed this perfect man would hurry up and come soon. Because your heart could not withstand one more single wound.
God has sent you the man you’ve bee asking for. But you act like you can’t see.
So look at me, and see, it must have been meant to be. That “Perfect Man” God sent you is “Me!”
A BORN WARRIOR
How precious it the truth to you. I think it’s time we call it truths.
To be loved and not to be loved is a bad dream like (Steven Kings), I’m the Lord of The Rings.
Standing with the sword in my hand, struggling from a boy to a man. Welcoming all rulers to try ruling my land. But before I give up, my rotten forgotten corps will be eating the sand.
I’m letting no one shoot down my thoughts of becoming a warrior in this sinful powerless land.
Death Before Dishonor becomes the [silence of the lamb]. Death before dishonor becomes a matter we took in our own hand.
Every human got a beast that sometimes hell will release. I’m just a beast that was born in the heart of the East. And as I search for my beauty I demand for some peace.
Believe it or not one day It’s just a matter of time before we all become deceased.
But for now I remain a Born Warrior trying to make it back to the streets. (Freedom)
The Shining Light 2010
Shadeed Graham
Poem By
Anthony Murphy
January, 16 2010
“ENVISION”
I envision your head in my lap upon a pillow of fur, For what my seem hours we relax before the fireplace in a comfortable existence.
I message your scalp with an Angel’s fingertips, stimulating your nervous system and heightening the senses of the brain.
We travel to places physical eyes have yet to see. Dimensions and plateaus within exceeding by far the highest mountains of Earth.
Gravity controls us not in this domain “We” are free and the universe in “our” backyard. Riding the rainbow is smoothly uncontested and is only surmountable by soft carpet clouds beneath our feet.
For it wasn’t until this moment of realization that we were in heaven.
Poems by:
Mr. MICHAEL GREENFIELD #P95009
SBSP ~~ B4-115 up
PO BOX 7500
CRESCENT CITY, CA 95535
HOPEFUL MAN
I am he who hopes for the children
Their future, their aspirations and dreams
I am he who believes in love
Her strength,
Her faith
Her everlasting fight
Her gift of giving selflessly to the end
TRUTH BE TOLD
Read my words, in it hear my voice
There are no whispers of lies in the air
No secrets lurking in the shadows
You won’t find any characters playing out a scenes for fame
I know who I am
I am grounded in the ideas of my own mind & thoughts
I am humble down to earth and confidant
I am loyal to a fault, a faithful Christian committed to growing in the spirit
I am willing to share my friendship and love with who ever will respect them
Brave is in the heart that beats in me like a soldiers’ march
Step by step dad by day
More hope, more faith, more hard work, more rewards
This is my life reaching out to the world
Let me know you hear me breathing
Let me know you see me shining through the darkness
Let me know you want to know more.
The following is a poem written by Russell Howard, featured here on Jail-Mailman.com.
DREAMS
Dreams water the soul
As rain moistens the flowers
To bring into being the desires of its capabilities
For they are the bullies that continue
To touch us and dare us to meet its challenges
Dreams are the light that shines along the course
In the darkness of our destiny
They’re the playground upon which the soul
Enjoys itself…..
To play –to toy with the immortality of its being
Without dreams the soul would not have the freedom
For its own expression
And without accomplishing your dreams
You deny the soul to flower in its own existence
It withers and begins to die
Choked by the weeds of ignorance and fear
Let your dreams be your key to success
And your tears the fuel you need…..
P. S. I hope that somewhere out there you feel the warmth of my comfort that awaits you….Until then, know that thoughts of you remain from afar, but stay close at heart.
Angel-Mont 2010
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