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 Dec 2019 Jazlyn Jordan
maria
I want to see you,
but you're nowhere to find.
I wan't to see us.
There's not an us.
And I,
I'm dancing with the shadows,
shameless;
I'm calling myself for forgiveness,
doors closed.
I don't even see me,
anymore.
If you don't forgive yourself and instead chose to shut the doors to your feelings how will anyone else get to see you truly?


Written on November 28
Just one cut
No more
Just two cuts
Oh god
Now three and four
Keep cutting the voices say
Keep going till ur arms red
Red with blood
Red with scars
Red with pleasure
It doesn’t hurt as bad anymore
The pain insides gone
You take it out on yourself every single day
Just cutting and cutting
Till the last cut of your life
You say your fine
But really you're just telling lies
Hiding behind the fake smile
Trying not to cry at school because they will realize
They will see the pain that you have been hiding all this time
They will see the pleasure along your arms
They will know
But they won’t tell you to stop
They will just sit there and wait
Wait for you to die
Wait for you to realize what your doing
But by them waiting
Time will run out
Time will stop
And your time will be over.
This is a personal poem
 Dec 2019 Jazlyn Jordan
Katli
Afraid
 Dec 2019 Jazlyn Jordan
Katli
I am afraid to fall
Yet I find my self tripping over your words

I am afraid to get attached
Yet I find my self hanging onto the little moments

I am afraid that I will not be enough for you but I felt it when you asked me if I am enough for myself
 Dec 2019 Jazlyn Jordan
shiv
and i would give anything
to spend a night in your arms
instead of a nightmare
 Dec 2019 Jazlyn Jordan
Chelsea
Someone asked me to draw
Draw what heartbreak looks like
I finally got tired of drawing a broken heart
And I started drawing you
 Dec 2019 Jazlyn Jordan
rk
bruise
 Dec 2019 Jazlyn Jordan
rk
you might not
have been my first love
but you were the one
who hurt the most.
- i ache for you but i'm still bruised.
 Dec 2019 Jazlyn Jordan
Lye

as she trudged up the mountain
        ^
      / \
    /     \
  /         \
/             \
victory pulsing through her veins

badum badum badum badum

her eyes set intently on the peak

a deathly stare

she knew she could do anything

anything at all

she was anything but meek

this world is not for the meek
The line “this world is not from the meek” I took from a poem I wrote last school year called “Story of a Lonely Bird”.
 Dec 2018 Jazlyn Jordan
adriana
It just rained
Bullets
Puddles in the streets
Blood
Water falls down
Tears
 Aug 2018 Jazlyn Jordan
AIA
Broken
 Aug 2018 Jazlyn Jordan
AIA
It was the last ache,
It was the last cry,
the last teardrop,
the last love.
It was the last pain that I will feel.
the feeling's gone.
Or so I thought.
I just thought it was the last night that I will feel the pain.
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