Jordan Harris

Jordan Harris Jul 2014

You do not know true pain until
you loose an eyelash
*under water
in the ocean

Seriously. It's dreadful. Not to mention the sunscreen dripping into my eyes already.

#pain #funny #yesthishappennedhush

Jordan Harris Jul 2014

I am a child of truth
one not blinded by belief or whim
my vision is luminous with veracity
I am a daughter of science
the proven

there is pride in this
the authenticity of my perception
I see the world in all colors
not the black and white of sin and virtue

I judge the world on the confirmed and validated
my value is in the clarity of possibilities
and the assessment of the affirmed

but for however meritorious I may grant this view to be
is such sight of pure moral?

it burdens to recognize I am the only control in my world
there are none in my eyes with ultimate or immortal reign
the only fate I view is individual and collective ends

I wish I could have faith
perhaps the pain would ease
at the thought of another with power in control
knowing my actions are not my work
but the results of a larger set of hands

but how hideous is it of me to say such filth
to long to believe
but be supposedly unable to feel gods
I consider it disrespectful to those who do

so I keep to my facts
my deafening, blinding, muting visual certainties

but what if I am wrong?
after all, there are more colors in the universe
than those of which we see

I know religion is a touchy subject, and I have been told numerous times as an atheist to hush up and not speak of it, but honestly, I marvel at such beliefs and ways of life. I mean absolutely no disrespect and truly want to make that clear to all. This poem is honestly a stab at myself in my confused scientific state of mind and under no circumstances meant to hurt others. Mostly, I wrote this because it has been on my mind a lot, and I felt the need to write.

#truth #god #religion #science #universe #personal #belief #fact

Jordan Harris Jul 2014

Complete Inadequacy

Another slimy page absorbed by gentle, tender hands
Another reality channel infected by impossibilities
Another grainy film shaded by green to hide the truth

All eyes are glued to these perfections
Simple utopias I can never be

Her hair, his eyes, their laugh, that smile

How disheartening it is
for my friends to say one word
when the tags on my clothing say another

A dent here, a scar there, a bulge elsewhere
hips too wide, skin too rough, hair too straight, eyes too red,
toes too small, nose too big, scar too dark, skin too light
My entire being is stitched together faults

So my eyes burn as yours shine
I guess it is yet another imperfection

But then again, are the blemishes even mine?

#flaws #society #inadequacy #complete

Jordan Harris Jul 2014

Astringing Fabrication

I was told that he-
   Yes, but were you told by him?
I heard that she-
   Yes, but did you hear from her?
I know that you-
   Yes, but do you know me?

My stomach churns to sour froth
when people know because they hear.
If you allow distant whispers to define knowledge
then your truth is ridden and diseased.
Such wounds fester, rotting in the filth of lies.

Stop feeding these ****** vines.
They are barbed and poison and coiling.
Constrictors of death: and they will absolutely consume you
squeezing until your pathetic, bitter brains
ooze liquid from your shattered skull.

If you are not a part of something, leave it be.

#lies #rumor #fabrication #astringing #grapevine

Jordan Harris Jul 2014

Beyond Repair

I don't want to be the one who snaps you into the world.
I don't want to be the one who says "look, honey, the universe *****".
I don't want to be the one who proves how horrible life is.
But I have already become that one.
I already am that person.
And I can't send you back to blissful innocence.
It's too late.

You claim to have already been hurt.
I mean of course, who isn't?
But you weren't broken,
only bent.
Any strained branch can be carefully reshaped
but once it has splintered, there is no return.

And I just wanted to heal something
because I had already torn so much.

#broken #friend #beyond #repair

Jordan Harris Jul 2014

Untitled

How is it that a person may love another,
yet choose to live without them?

Jordan Harris Jul 2014

Of Flesh

to save you
there truly are
quite few options

a rope from which I dangle
drifting gently in a breeze
as the rash about my tender throat
oozes red to my bare knees

a vial poison orange
thrown across my bedroom floor
sea foam rests on greying lips
no breath rattles anymore

a hole blasted through my brain
great chunks of memoirs thrown aside
lever still in crimson hand
I could only ever wrote "I tried"

a woven necklace
a coral bottle
a silver pebble
all thrown full throttle

I can only hope that this
will save you from demise
but nothing can save me
from the hungry, rotten flies

#suicide #death #****** #save #flesh