unknown_r   Junior Editor

I am “Blank” (short)

I relish in my pain, Without it I am blank. What else would be best in that space, For pain is what I know, all know- And without luck, All I’ll ever know.

– by Jordan

My vowel is your word

I speak boldly mute, A dead man without tell. A burning hell of thoughts, A mourning of what I wish for- but, for what I am naught. For I am what you say, Why would I be anymore? Perhaps any less.

– by Jordan

The Space of I and You

I wish for someone who not take the words for what they are Rather for what they mean I and you with a space in between- That space, a void needing a simple word to bare- However, this is no simple affair What’s put there may be true, May be fal...

– by Jordan

The Mind of A Poet

“I am a poet” This must mean I’m a savant of moods, and a wordsmith by craft Though true, these are after effects- Understanding they lack See a poet thinks deeply, and feels deeper I wouldn’t wish a poetic mind on my worst enemy For the poet ...

– by Jordan

The Tempo of My Heart

The tempo of my heart The tremolo trembling The staccato of pain soaked needles And the crescendo of self loathing A tenor that’s of tender flesh- Whips of agony play cadence This rondo of trying Swings me round by my chains- I created for th...

– by Jordan