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 Nov 2014 Jordan Frances
Creep
It hurts most because I finally let you in,
trusted you,
and fell for you as you told me
"I didn't abandon you. I promise.
I would never do that."

All the talks of dating each other
and how we were meant for each other,
it all became insignificant.

But you left me astray, broken, and with no explanation.

I just need someone I can trust,
who will always be there no matter what.
Is that too hard to ask?
I have a fear of drowning
And darling, I am underwater
Tried to tread it
Couldn't keep my head up
Now I'm  f l o a t i n g
My thoughts are  f a d i n g
I feel my self spin
As I drift away from consciousness
And from sanity
I am  w e i g h t l e s s
Yet sinking
I want to wake up
But I'm not
d r e a m i n g
. . .
 Nov 2014 Jordan Frances
Bill
Sometimes in doing battle,
Conventional weapons are useless.

What good are guns,
What good are knives,
What good are bats,
If the enemy doesn't bleed?

Sometimes in battle,
All you can do is run,
And hope that whatever it is,
That thing chasing you,
Won't be able to catch up.

But if you're unable to run,
And fighting is futile,
What else can you do?
It's in his shadow we plead
Under his wrath we bleed
His destruction leaks hate into the weak
Leaving the unsubstantial reaping his critique
His actions scorned through years of neglect
It's in his perception only, that we become wrecked
Why do we follow knowing wrong from right
Pushing those we love away from the light
His power is without doubt equal to the greats
Although derived from stray minded it opens the gates
The gates into the souls of those who are tattered
Turning old memories to ones now shattered
Although through it all, we have nothing to fear
For he is nothing more than a broken mirror
It just takes practice to realize his weakness
All his power is nothing to the strong but bleakness
It's in his own prison he will rot
Although it's up to us to become the Juggernaut

-Joseph B Schneider
© Joseph B Schneider. All rights reserved
 Oct 2014 Jordan Frances
Angelina
I weep for you, sweet angel.
So alone and isolated.
So scared of what the future could hold,
Or perhaps what it couldn't,
That you preferred to die rather than live.
I wish I could have held you.

I weep for you, brother.
Who lost your sibling.
Who regrets every cross word
And every assault and insult,
With the bruised eyes and torn soul
Don't blame yourself.

I weep for you, mother.
Who loved you baby more than anything.
Who laughed with him,
And cried for him,
And now battles with every ghost of a memory.
He loved you too.

I weep for you, father.
Who dreamt of your child's future,
Who imagined he would be a father someday too.
Who feigns strength for your family
But wants more than anything to break down too.
You tried your hardest.

I weep for you, world.
Who watched as an angel fell.
Who observed the skies opening for him,
Who watched the heavens pour out.
Who cradles him now, tighter than ever.
*Hold him gently, for all of us.
When given a prompt by our local PTSA themed "the world would be a better place if..." I decided upon a poem about feminism. Unfortunately, a tragedy occurred locally and a high school student committed suicide. So at the last second, I changed my reflection to "the world would be a better place if... no one wanted to commit suicide."
 Oct 2014 Jordan Frances
Min Blue
I left you a note
Hidden away
No chance of finding
There to decay

It was my adieu
A tragic ending
To my darling, my love
I bid you farewell

They'll all suppose
It was an unexpected flee
But I hope you see
And understand

T'was never unexpected
Only concealed
At the back of our minds
Calling but left **unanswered
because goodbyes might seem unexpected but it never is. we can feel it in our hearts, we just don't entertain it.
 Oct 2014 Jordan Frances
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6/6
 Oct 2014 Jordan Frances
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6/6
i want to be
your 6pm
dinner date
and then
your 6am
hushed kisses

i want to be both

we could go round the clock
Why is it so easy
to hate myself
then love myself?

Lessons in self love
were lacking
whereas lessons
in hurting myself
were bountiful

Better to hurt yourself
than others,
Yes, that was the motto
I grew up with

A lesson well learned
I have become an Artiste
in the lesson of self hatred

One lesson I pray to unlearn
but fear it is too ingrained
10/20/2014
 Oct 2014 Jordan Frances
pia
Love is handing someone a gun and letting it point to your head, believing that they won't pull the trigger.
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