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Jordan Aug 2015
My heart is a broken compass, the way is unknown,
So I found it very difficult when my soul longed for home.

For some time, I followed the wind but there was never a destination, although it did take me so many places, a never ending vacation.

I eagerly followed the twinkling stars at night, falsely believing I would be guided by their light,
But all they had to offer was confusion.

Wondering if home was merely a delusion, I remembered the birds, always having such a determined route,
So I followed them, even though my mind was filled with doubt,

Always moving, I started to wonder if they had a home,
Yet, in each other's company, they seemed to find contentment.
They were always flying, but there was not one set place to which they went,

So maybe home is not a place, it's somewhere that makes you feel secure, someone who, when you feel out of place, they remind you that in yourself you can be sure. When everything goes wrong, home is the first place you run to,



*And suddenly, my heart somehow found its way to you.
Jordan Jul 2015
You have a fragile heart,
But I have a steady hand.
I promise I'll delicately hold every part,
Your wish is my command.
  Jul 2015 Jordan
David Hall
if you wake every morning
and do nothing to make your life better
it will not get any better
if you wake every morning
and do something to make your life better
then surely no matter
how bad life might seem right now

it will get better
Jordan Jun 2015
She told me, based on her past, this probably wouldn't last,
So when she told me to run, I didn't want to believe it,
To that small ounce of hope, I held fast.

How can I still be hung up on someone when we only had one date?
Honestly, I still want and miss her, when my heart's in a vulnerable state.

I'd never been that way about anyone else, like no matter what happened between us, nothing could have changed how strongly I felt.

She will always be at the back of mind and it's out of my control,
and if you look close enough, you'll probably find a part of her in my soul.

I know it sounds cliché, but for me, she was the one that got away.
And I will always be left wondering if there was something I could have said or done differently that would have made her want to stay.
Jordan Jun 2015
You ignited within my soul a flame,
A flicker of fire, I fear I won't be able to tame.
I must warn you, I'm a rebel.
And right now, I have an overwhelming desire to play with your fire.
Jordan May 2015
People don't understand how someone can be so full of life,
And the next moment, empty,
So I've come to tell you how,
I'll try to put it simply.

We all know how the food chain works, we have to take one's life to live,
Depression works in a similar way,
But it needs YOUR life to live.
It is born in you, remaining still until it decides to take,
So the life you saw in our eyes, I promise it wasn't fake.

Robots, controlled by a uncontrollable hurricane,
We are swallowed by the sea,
What's worse is we never learned how to swim,
The bottom is the only future for us there will be.

We search for an escape as we quickly begin to sink,
Our chests begin to burn, making it very hard to think,
Trying to take our mind off the darkness, we focus on something brighter,
Remembering letting go of what's inside will make us a whole lot lighter,

Our bodies will float to the top of the water and there we will be free,
Knowing there's no time to waste, our bodies start to fatigue,
First, we strip away our hope because our hope lies on the surface,
Realizing happiness and laughter, at the bottom there would be no purpose.

The love in our heart is too heavy, so we let it drift away,
Knowing that keeping anything within, would doom us our last day.
Our emotions just weigh us down, so we let go of those too,
But you have to know it wasn't easy saying goodbye to the life that we once knew,

Now all that's left are dull memories of the "normal" life we once held,
The beautiful moments of joy and happiness, on these memories we'd dwell.
Our sight is enveloped by hopeless darkness, we gave up all we had,
But the lightness we felt lying there wasn't all that bad.

With nothing on the inside, we have no burden to carry,
We have ourselves and no one else for which we needed to worry.
And with our last breath, we manage the word sorry,
But no one seems to care,
When they finally find our body, the only thing they do is stare.

They wonder how you used to be so full of life,
Exchanging one by one each painful memory,
Everyone weeps wishing they knew then, what they know now,
Falsely believing that somehow they could have saved all that's left of you now, which is empty.
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