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Jordyn Sparks Feb 2023
The stars have grown cold, and the night is still.
Cosmic winds swirl, as the end of time nears.
Black holes reign, as matter disappears.
The universe fades, into emptiness and chill.

The light has grown dim, and the heat has declined.
All that was known, has been lost to the void.
No more explosions, no more stars deployed.
In this final phase, all is entwined.

No more life thrives, no more worlds to create.
The end of all things, has finally come.
The cycle of birth, and the cycle of sum.
The heat death, of the universe awaits.

Yet still we ponder, what happens after the end.
Is there a new dawn, or simply the dark?
What lies beyond, in the vastness of space and time's arc?
Only the emptiness, will remain as our friend.
Jordyn Sparks Jan 2023
Do you wish to condense my fire?
Put out my flame?
Smoother my ignition?
If that is so! Then please allow me to let you go!
Walk into my life the same way you leave.
In through the out door and out through the in.
Living in this brief moment of space and time, I finally have found myself
but it is too late, the night is dawn, and the die is cast into the flatness-eternity of space
I'm desperate for my own private eulogy, words given to you that nobody else will ever know
it show's me that my love is far deeper than the ground you'll go under
You want to know what I have to say, what is on my mind and in my heart.
Jordyn Sparks Jan 2023
I have led my ship to shore on a distant island
I'm lost in-land made up of darkness and lustful seas
with my sense of self diminished to dust
my ship is all that holds me
in the womb of the ocean
**** me into deep oblivion
blackout drunken disorder leads to sailor-on-sailor violence
a shot in the darkness, a bottomless barrel of shame
soot on the bottom of your shoe from the ashes
of the burning zoo
abord the ship of failures and nitwits
we are truly abandoned by god.
A metaphor for the state of the world.
Jordyn Sparks Aug 2021
My mind hath been stricken ill with your intoxicating spice
I still struggle to breathe as your gravity was crushing my life
I feel like I'm wearing a strangers skin,
I'm an anomaly to my kin.
Forever waiting, forging, lurking through unknown darkness
As the darkness grows I retreat into my personal ebbis
I scan the skies for an answer, why do I still search the night
Searching the great cosmos for a glimpse of her light
I have finally hit a wall, alone, scared, and embraced by nothingness.
Experience existential doubt before breakfast, checked off my to-do list.
Jordyn Sparks Sep 2019
I am a thistle
a single blade
blowing in the wind
feeling breezy and thin
cutting through the current
like a revolution against the sensation
I am free to grow until it's my time to go
and until then I say hello to my sweet long-time fellows'
blades we stand in the sun and in the rain against the tyranny of man's machine.
6:23 am, I guess this is a sign of the shinning hour shinning on through my words
Jordyn Sparks Sep 2019
I listened to her oh's and ah's
a hard life escaped my sight when she was right next to me
breathing the same air, I dared to declare, my love and an honest hearts epiphany
I caught myself focused intently on her supple curves around her waist
running my fingers along her thighs
letting my lips rest against her skin
I felt a pulse beating from within
these stimulations of touch began generating at least in my mind, visions of a distant time
it was in the memories of old, our love was buried
along with your touch, so warm and soft
It carried me along the river of sun beams we both sail.
Jordyn Sparks Sep 2019
the dreary land is windswept by a gust from the west
the cloudy sky is a sign, an even braver wind is approaching
when the west met the east they sat down in a field and had a picnic
they feasted on the lives of the land dwellers
the feasted on the lives of livestock
then they feasted on each other until there was no more of either
and what sight I was to behold when the earth stopped shaking and the ground grew cold
I felt the winds of change
and they seemed to say
let go of previous past possessions and obsessions, the hardline connections to your past will weigh down your hourglass
revel in the memories but march up against the great meaningless hourglass
climb the hill
we cannot live in the past.
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