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Jordan Chacon May 2015
I don't know you much
But what I do know
Is that your the sweetest thing
I've ever seen
Your beauty is the best I've seen
With I'm with you
I don't want to leave without you
Let's just see if can't get to know
One another more
And see where this thing goes
Jordan Chacon Apr 2014
"Can't Stop"
There is nothing to do,
I have my music but
it doesn't stop me from
thinking about you, you the
one that I hit the

ground for, and apparently I
never got back up after
everything that has happened I
just can't stop thinking about

you, that one that has
made me feel the happiest
I ever felt in years,
after all the pain, and
even the move, you are

apart of my life, and
without you my heart
is as empty as the
deepest void that was ever
imagined, in this world today

every time I try to stop
loving you it just makes
me love you more, even though
it brings back the pain
from all the memories that
haunt me day and night
Jordan Chacon May 2014
I'm so confused
What should I do
Should I get a new
Or should I fight for you
You the one that has my heart
And has ripped it out multiple times
the pain the pain it drives
Me to a new but if I get this new
will it be a full relationship
Between me and her
or would it be a false love
That she would notice
maybe it's best to
Be solo until something
is presented to me
To convince me is
real and not just a romanticism
Jordan Chacon Apr 2014

No part of the world I wanted
And yet I came to the Tree
The pain of my life, I shunned it
And yet I bore it for thee,

Seeking to understand you,
Struggling against the spear
Hurt and helplessly hanging
Nine nights that lasted years

Until I said yes to the suffering,
Allowed it to pierce my heart,
Thus making my final offering
Of the last thing that kept me apart,

For my desire to find you
Was greater than it all--
And I felt the spear pass through us
As the ropes give way, and I fall--

And realized the mystery
That we are one upon the Tree
That I am you, and you are me
And bound and free.
Jordan Chacon Jul 2014
"Everyday Without You"
Everyday without you minus well be a day of hell
Wish you were here or I was there
thinking of all the time we had together every moment I was
Right by your side
All the sweet kisses you bring to me
Feeling me with joy and excitement
Oh how I miss those everyday with you
I swear to you I would be there if I could
Cause baby I love you and no one could ever change the way you makeme feel
Jordan Chacon Apr 2014
"Forget Love"

Some say love is everything
well not me
I believe love is a door of pain
because every time I walk in
there is always something
to bring in the pain
that I felt again and again
so forget love I'm done with it
never to fall again
never to get hurt again
what's the point if it happens
over and over again
so forget it never again
with pain or the heart break
Jordan Chacon Aug 2014
"Heart Break"
My heart beats for you
No scratch that
My heart broke for you
all the time we were together
The memories just bring back pain
I always just wanted to be with you
You just ended it there
Without even thinking about the ways
The ways we could be together
After all this was out the way
You didn't say you didn't feel the same
You just said there was no way
That you and could be together
After you graduate
But please I would be 18
I could've just came with you
And finish at another place
So you didn't even think about
All the different ways but **
I wish you would have saw
All the different ways
Then I would followed in every single way
Girl broke up with me after a good month and taking it hard because the reason was I am in 11th Grade and she is a senior and going to college
Jordan Chacon Apr 2014

I scream my desire
But my mouth makes no sound
Only my fingers move
Over a page, as empty as my heart.

I remember fullness
With sweetest of inebriations,
Then falling into the feathers
Not of Hugin and Munin,
But oblivion's heron
And cold turkey

Till even desire takes wing
And leaves me alone
With a phantom memory of love.

I know where you hid your eye, Odin
Where did you hide my heart?
Jordan Chacon Jun 2014
"Losing my Way"
My thoughts are here
My thoughts are there
I can't think straight
I hope that I'm just over thinking myself
because without you I would just lose my way
just like Justin Timberlake
without you there is no one
I just hope I'm over thinking
Cause all these thoughts
Just drive me crazy
Jordan Chacon Jul 2014
"Love of my Life"
From the first kiss
To the first touch
It was you the one I adore
The one I love
I would do anything for you
and I **** to be with you
I would travel from the stars
to the moon
To see your happiness to you
With every second your not around I die a little thinking about the time I was with you
The good and the bad
It didn't matter as long as I was with you there was no bad only you
The one who I love is you
Jordan Chacon Apr 2014
"Night Owl"

We are the people of the night
we are the sleepers of the day
we are the night owls of the night
the all nighters
the most nighters
the day sleepers
the day layers
we are the people that don't
sleep at night
we are the people the
sleep the day away
school is just to early for us
it's not that we are lazy
it's just that point
that we are the night owls
the all nighters
we are the night owls
that catch the mice
not the bird
that catches the worm
High flying' teenagers stay up late, research claims
NIGHT owls have more brain power and are more likely to be successful than early risers, according to scientific research.
By: Stewart Whittingham
Published: Mon, March 25, 2013

Night owls are more likely to have comfortable homes and a non manual job Night owls are more likely to have comfortable homes and a non-manual job

Tests on 1,000 teenagers revealed those who like to stay up late and have a lie-in were more likely to be high fliers.

They were found to have intelligence linked to prestigious jobs and higher incomes. They also tend to be extrovert risk-takers and innovative thinkers with inquisitive minds.

The University of Madrid study appears to debunk the saying that the early bird gets the worm. And it can no longer be said that people who lie in bed are lazy.

Early rising larks were found to get better grades at school but the researchers decided that may only be because lessons start too early for the night owls.

    Evening types tend to be the poets, artists and inventors, while morning types are deducers, often seen in civil servants and accountants

    Professor Jim Horne, Loughborough University

Famous night owls include Second World War Prime Minister Winston Churchill, who often did not go to bed before 4am and rose late. He often held morning meetings while still in bed. American President Barack Obama and Rolling Stones guitarist Keith Richards also like a lie-in.

A separate University of Southampton study showed that night owls had bigger incomes and were more likely to have a comfortable home and a non-manual job.

Famous early-morning larks include former US President George W Bush.

Professor Jim Horne of Loughborough University said: “Evening types tend to be the poets, artists and inventors, while morning types are deducers, often seen in civil servants and accountants.”

From here
Jordan Chacon Jun 2014
"No Heart"
Forgetting to hate
Not willing to love
Filling the space
But nothings enough
Fueled by hate and frustration
Yet stalled by unyielding passion
Thoughts race and begin to stumble
Trying so hard but words that come out are just a mumble
Frustrated at the lack of sharing
Words seem not enough to express
To tell them your heart has been taken
Is like taking a dull knife to the chest
Jordan Chacon Aug 2014
I quit tired of trying
Tried this
Tried that
No response
I try get back in your heart
No passage is given
So just let it go
Stop looking for love
Where it won't belong
Jordan Chacon May 2014
    It sates itself on the life-blood
    of fated men,
    paints red the powers' homes
    with crimson gore.
    Black become the sun's beams
    in the summers that follow,
    weathers all treacherous.

    Do you still seek to know? And what?
Brothers will fight
    and **** each other,
    sisters' children
    will defile kinship.
    It is harsh in the world,
    whoredom rife
    —an axe age, a sword age
    —shields are riven—
    a wind age, a wolf age—
    before the world goes headlong.
    No man will have
    mercy on another.
Sometimes wish it will come already
Jordan Chacon Apr 2014
So here we go again
I'm sitting here thinking about
what was happened again and
again, well at least I
know now that I'm not

the only one thinking the way
I am, you make me
feel like I'm here but
I'm there, so on and
on I go feeling, and

thinking of what should be
what could be, even after
everything, after all the pain
and thinking I want this
to be, you and me
Jordan Chacon Apr 2014
I keeping saying that I'm
done, done with the stressing,
with the caring, and with
the past, but the truth
is that I can't stop

caring for you I refuse
to, there will always be
a hole in my heart
that will never be covered
up, no matter how hard

I try that hole will
always be there to be
filled by you, the only
one that has ever put
one there the way you

did to me, that is
why I can not move
on to the future and
leave the past behind because
I care to much for you
Jordan Chacon Jun 2014
I'm stuck in this place
I don't know what to say
my heart is in three
what should I do
I listen to it
but the beats are to loud to hear them all
all that I feel I like but which would be that right one to go to
so what should I decide to go
Should I go back there or stay where I am and there is another door that could open which way should I go
Inside I'm stuck in this spot with three ways to go but which would be the best though
Jordan Chacon Jul 2014
A Tattoo is a permanent thing to get
Well I got this Tattoo on my heart
It's you my love tattooed right in the middle of it all
I'm glad it's there I never want it to disappear
I am always seeing it from ever angle
You are my love and that should be a permanent thing to shoot hmm pout about it all the time can't get you off my mind
I love you my baby and I will always love you no matter what happens it's permanent just like a tattoo
Jordan Chacon Aug 2014
"That Day has Came"
That Day has Came
Throw away the mask
Let it be clear
The hole is filled
She is here
She is here
The one I adore
Has finally reappeared
Back to the way
Where everything is clear
I know what I want
I have what I want
the one I adore right here
Jordan Chacon Apr 2014
The Anglo-Saxon Rune Poem

Each line consists of two half-stanzas, following the alliterative verse form of Fornyrðislag, or Old Meter.

Feoh byþ frofur fira gehwylcum;
sceal ðeah manna gehwylc miclun hyt dælan
gif he wile for drihtne domes hleotan.

Ur byþ anmod ond oferhyrned,
felafrecne deor, feohteþ mid hornum
mære morstapa; þæt is modig wuht.

Ðorn byþ ðearle scearp; ðegna gehwylcum
anfeng ys yfyl, ungemetum reþe
manna gehwelcum, ðe him mid resteð.

Os byþ ordfruma ælere spræce,
wisdomes wraþu ond witena frofur
and eorla gehwam eadnys ond tohiht.

Rad byþ on recyde rinca gehwylcum
sefte ond swiþhwæt, ðamðe sitteþ on ufan
meare mægenheardum ofer milpaþas.

Cen byþ cwicera gehwam, cuþ on fyre
blac ond beorhtlic, byrneþ oftust
ðær hi æþelingas inne restaþ.

Gyfu gumena byþ gleng and herenys,
wraþu and wyrþscype and wræcna gehwam
ar and ætwist, ðe byþ oþra leas.

Wenne bruceþ, ðe can weana lyt
sares and sorge and him sylfa hæfþ
blæd and blysse and eac byrga geniht.

Hægl byþ hwitust corna; hwyrft hit of heofones lyfte,
wealcaþ hit windes scura; weorþeþ hit to wætere syððan.

Nyd byþ nearu on breostan; weorþeþ hi þeah oft niþa bearnum
to helpe and to hæle gehwæþre, gif hi his hlystaþ æror.

Is byþ ofereald, ungemetum slidor,
glisnaþ glæshluttur gimmum gelicust,
flor forste geworuht, fæger ansyne.

Ger byÞ gumena hiht, ðonne God læteþ,
halig heofones cyning, hrusan syllan
beorhte bleda beornum ond ðearfum.

Eoh byþ utan unsmeþe treow,
heard hrusan fæst, hyrde fyres,
wyrtrumun underwreþyd, wyn on eþle.

Peorð byþ symble plega and hlehter
wlancum [on middum], ðar wigan sittaþ
on beorsele bliþe ætsomne.

Eolh-secg eard hæfþ oftust on fenne
wexeð on wature, wundaþ grimme,
blode breneð beorna gehwylcne
ðe him ænigne onfeng gedeþ.

Sigel semannum symble biþ on hihte,
ðonne hi hine feriaþ ofer fisces beþ,
oþ hi brimhengest bringeþ to lande.

Tir biþ tacna sum, healdeð trywa wel
wiþ æþelingas; a biþ on færylde
ofer nihta genipu, næfre swiceþ.

Beorc byþ bleda leas, bereþ efne swa ðeah
tanas butan tudder, biþ on telgum wlitig,
heah on helme hrysted fægere,
geloden leafum, lyfte getenge.

Eh byþ for eorlum æþelinga wyn,
hors hofum wlanc, ðær him hæleþ ymb[e]
welege on wicgum wrixlaþ spræce
and biþ unstyllum æfre frofur.

Man byþ on myrgþe his magan leof:
sceal þeah anra gehwylc oðrum swican,
forðum drihten wyle dome sine
þæt earme flæsc eorþan betæcan.

Lagu byþ leodum langsum geþuht,
gif hi sculun neþan on nacan tealtum
and hi sæyþa swyþe bregaþ
and se brimhengest bridles ne gym[eð].

Ing wæs ærest mid East-Denum
gesewen secgun, oþ he siððan est
ofer wæg gewat; wæn æfter ran;
ðus Heardingas ðone hæle nemdun.

Eþel byþ oferleof æghwylcum men,
gif he mot ðær rihtes and gerysena on
brucan on bolde bleadum oftast.

Dæg byþ drihtnes sond, deore mannum,
mære metodes leoht, myrgþ and tohiht
eadgum and earmum, eallum brice.

Ac byþ on eorþan elda bearnum
flæsces fodor, fereþ gelome
ofer ganotes bæþ; garsecg fandaþ
hwæþer ac hæbbe æþele treowe.

Æsc biþ oferheah, eldum dyre
stiþ on staþule, stede rihte hylt,
ðeah him feohtan on firas monige.

Yr byþ æþelinga and eorla gehwæs
wyn and wyrþmynd, byþ on wicge fæger,
fæstlic on færelde, fyrdgeatewa sum.

Iar byþ eafix and ðeah a bruceþ
fodres on foldan, hafaþ fægerne eard
wætre beworpen, ðær he wynnum leofaþ.

Ear byþ egle eorla gehwylcun,
ðonn[e] fæstlice flæsc onginneþ,
hraw colian, hrusan ceosan
blac to gebeddan; bleda gedreosaþ,
wynna gewitaþ, wera geswicaþ

Modern English Translation

Wealth is a comfort to all men;
yet must every man bestow it freely,
if he wish to gain honour in the sight of the Lord.

The aurochs is proud and has great horns;
it is a very savage beast and fights with its horns;
a great ranger of the moors, it is a creature of mettle.

The thorn is exceedingly sharp,
an evil thing for any knight to touch,
uncommonly severe on all who sit among them.

The mouth is the source of all language,
a pillar of wisdom and a comfort to wise men,
a blessing and a joy to every knight.

Riding seems easy to every warrior while he is indoors
and very courageous to him who traverses the high-roads
on the back of a stout horse.

The torch is known to every living man by its pale, bright flame;
it always burns where princes sit within.

Generosity brings credit and honour, which support one's dignity;
it furnishes help and subsistence
to all broken men who are devoid of aught else.

Bliss he enjoys who knows not suffering, sorrow nor anxiety,
and has prosperity and happiness and a good enough house.

Hail is the whitest of grain;
it is whirled from the vault of heaven
and is tossed about by gusts of wind
and then it melts into water.

Trouble is oppressive to the heart;
yet often it proves a source of help and salvation
to the children of men, to everyone who heeds it betimes.

Ice is very cold and immeasurably slippery;
it glistens as clear as glass and most like to gems;
it is a floor wrought by the frost, fair to look upon.

Summer is a joy to men, when God, the holy King of Heaven,
suffers the earth to bring forth shining fruits
for rich and poor alike.

The yew is a tree with rough bark,
hard and fast in the earth, supported by its roots,
a guardian of flame and a joy upon an estate.

Peorth is a source of recreation and amusement to the great,
where warriors sit blithely together in the banqueting-hall.

The Eolh-sedge is mostly to be found in a marsh;
it grows in the water and makes a ghastly wound,
covering with blood every warrior who touches it.

The sun is ever a joy in the hopes of seafarers
when they journey away over the fishes' bath,
until the courser of the deep bears them to land.

Tiw is a guiding star; well does it keep faith with princes;
it is ever on its course over the mists of night and never fails.

The poplar bears no fruit; yet without seed it brings forth suckers,
for it is generated from its leaves.
Splendid are its branches and gloriously adorned
its lofty crown which reaches to the skies.

The horse is a joy to princes in the presence of warriors.
A steed in the pride of its hoofs,
when rich men on horseback bandy words about it;
and it is ever a source of comfort to the restless.

The joyous man is dear to his kinsmen;
yet every man is doomed to fail his fellow,
since the Lord by his decree will commit the vile carrion to the earth.

The ocean seems interminable to men,
if they venture on the rolling bark
and the waves of the sea terrify them
and the courser of the deep heed not its bridle.

Ing was first seen by men among the East-Danes,
till, followed by his chariot,
he departed eastwards over the waves.
So the Heardingas named the hero.

An estate is very dear to every man,
if he can enjoy there in his house
whatever is right and proper in constant prosperity.

Day, the glorious light of the Creator, is sent by the Lord;
it is beloved of men, a source of hope and happiness to rich and poor,
and of service to all.

The oak fattens the flesh of pigs for the children of men.
Often it traverses the gannet's bath,
and the ocean proves whether the oak keeps faith
in honourable fashion.

The ash is exceedingly high and precious to men.
With its sturdy trunk it offers a stubborn resistance,
though attacked by many a man.

Yr is a source of joy and honour to every prince and knight;
it looks well on a horse and is a reliable equipment for a journey.

Iar is a river fish and yet it always feeds on land;
it has a fair abode encompassed by water, where it lives in happiness.

The grave is horrible to every knight,
when the corpse quickly begins to cool
and is laid in the ***** of the dark earth.
Prosperity declines, happiness passes away
and covenants are broken.
Jordan Chacon Apr 2014
"The Connection"
(separating each song I'm talking about)
"Shades of Blue by Nick Lachey"
All the music I have listen to lately
I form this connection from the pain inside
the pain I hide
when you and me try to decide if you will come back to me
but until then I sit in my shades of blue waiting for you

"What Left Of Me by Nick Lachey"
I fill when you left me
you took apart of me
I have the pain from that piece me
that is missing from inside
I wish you would just take the rest
of me because the pain just drives me crazy
I'm going off of my mind
please come back and take what's left of me

"On Your Own by Nick Lachey"
You are a good distance away from
but if your world ever falls apart around you
you know I will do anything for you
because I can't forget that only girl that
I ever loved
I will carry you back home

"Bring Me To Life by Evanescence"
Without you I feel like I'm dead inside
I'm not myself anymore
I just need you to wake me up inside
to bring me back to life

"Stay by Florida Georgia Line"
I wish I could have stop you from leaving
but I couldn't help it
but I didn't say anything to you
when you told me you where leaving
but baby what if I told you I loved
would it have made you want to stay?

"Headphones by Florida Georgia Line"
I can't stop thinking about you
everyday I work on my music
but in my headphones I hear you
I can't get you off of my head
your here stuck in my head
going back in forward

"Take It Out On Me by Florida Georgia Line"
You said your going to try
and move on but you know you always
got me to take it out on
you don't have to call just come on in
Let me make his wrong a right

"Trying Not To Love You by Nickelback"
I have been trying not to love you
but I can't get you out my head
man I wish there was a pill to make me forget
because with the memories inside me my love will never end
for you that special someone
that I care for without a thought
Jordan Chacon Apr 2014
"The Feeling Inside"

I'm sitting here all alone
just watching the world go
on, while I sit here
in this mood I put
on the mask to hide

myself but the truth is
I am depressed watching as
all my friends are hooking
up and either in love
or just what up, why

have the gods done this
to me please Freya have
mercy on me I just
want to be me not
without her or without this

feelings of love and envy
these are the feelings that
remind me of the pain
that was passed to me
so Freya please have mercy
on me
Jordan Chacon Jun 2014
"The Mask"
I'm great, fine, spectacular. In a way
I relish every night, and I live every day.I live, I laugh, I write, I sing,
I wonder what the new days will bring.
Then I get home, and I take off the mask.
The day, and almost impossible task, 
Is finally over, and so I lie Down, and wait patiently for the day that I die.
I cry, I scream, I bawl, and sleep,even though I have promises to keep.
I wait, and wonder, and cry some more, 
And I ache and burn from my very core.Then, I'm not alone, and the mask reappears:
Out goes the grief, pain and all of the tears,
As I am a happy person, cheerful all the day.
A world full of rainbow, not one shade of grey.
Of course I'm not okay, I'm not fine,
No matter how much I seem to shine.I don't even know why I feel this...
Why my existence is one long, endless abyss.
But it is, and will be, so I cling to life,
As one day I might slip, and end it with a knife.
But, I'm still here, no matter what my dreams might say
And I hope that one day I will actually be okay
Jordan Chacon Apr 2014
The Norwegian Rune Poem

Here you have both alliterative Fornyrðislag meter, and end rhyme.

Fé vældr frænda róge;
fðesk ulfr í skóge.

Úr er af illu jarne;
opt lypr ræinn á hjarne.

Þurs vældr kvinna kvillu;
kátr værðr fár af illu.

Óss er flæstra færða för;
en skalpr er sværða.

Ræið kveða rossom væsta;
Reginn sló sværðet bæzta.

Kaun er barna bölvan;
böl görver nán fölvan.

Hagall er kaldastr korna;
Kristr skóp hæimenn forna.

Nauðr gerer næppa koste;
nöktan kælr í froste.

Ís köllum brú bræiða;
blindan þarf at læiða.

Ár er gumna góðe;
get ek at örr var Fróðe.

Sól er landa ljóme;
lúti ek helgum dóme.

Týr er æinendr ása;
opt værðr smiðr blása.

Bjarkan er laufgroenstr líma;
Loki bar flærða tíma.

Maðr er moldar auki;
mikil er græip á hauki.

Lögr er, fællr ór fjalle foss;
en gull ero nosser.

Ýr er vetrgroenstr viða;
vænt er, er brennr, at sviða.


Wealth is a source of discord among kinsmen;
the wolf lives in the forest.

Dross comes from bad iron;
the reindeer often races over the frozen snow.

Giant causes anguish to women;
misfortune makes few men cheerful.

Estuary is the way of most journeys;
but a scabbard is of swords.

Riding is said to be the hardest for horses;
Reginn forged the finest sword.

Ulcer is fatal to children;
death makes a corpse pale.

Hail is the coldest of grain;
Christ created the world of old.

Need gives scant choice;
a naked man is chilled by the frost.

Ice we call the broad bridge;
the blind man must be led.

Harvest is a boon to men;
I say that Froði was generous.

Sun is the light of the world;
I bow to the divine decree.

Týr is a one-handed God;
often has the smith to blow.

Birch has the greenest leaves of any shrub;
Loki was fortunate in his deceit.

Man is an augmentation of the dust;
great is the talon-span of the hawk.

Waterfall is a River falling from a mountain;
but ornaments are of gold.

Yew is the greenest of trees in winter;
it is wont to crackle when it burns.
Jordan Chacon Apr 2014
The Ravens

On a rainy night so boring
I heard Munin soundly snoring,
I grew tired of my poring
Perched above Valhalla’s door.
“Munin!”, screeched I to the ceiling,
Sending the poor fellow reeling,
“Let’s deal out a joke to Odin,
One that he’ll be falling for -
Just one joke, and nothing more.”

After barrow ghosts-invoking
Odin entered, wet and soaking,
And I started with my croaking
From the dark above the door:
“I’m the first and oldest Volva!
All my secrets I could tell ya,
For the right price I might sell, yeah”,
And I cawed, “Would you know more?”
(He is crazy about lore.)

“What!”, cried Odin, “Quick, be talking!
At the price I won’t be balking.
Searching wisdom, I’ve been walking
Wandering from door to door.
Let my need for knowledge reach you,
All my own skills I would teach you;
Tell me all now, I beseech you!”
Quoth I grinning, “Nevermore!”
(Just a jest, and nothing more.)

Odin with frustration sputtering,
Munin laughing, wildly fluttering,
I was dead-pan and kept uttering
Nonsense about hidden lore.
For his need he found no quelling,
All Valhall woke from his yelling –
Oh, the fun to keep on telling
Him that one word, “Nevermore!”
(We thought it was a joke, no more.)

In the morning ceased his raving,
But that did not end his craving,
And we saw our master waving
To our roost above the door.
“Friends”, he said, “Now I will ride out;
Over Midgard you shall glide out:
Seek the Volva in her hideout!”
- Then it felt a joke no more.
(And Munin, to this day, is sore.)

Every day we must keep flying,
Always for that “Volva” spying,
Acting as though we were trying;
Well, the joke’s on us, for sho…
To escape a rightful chiding,
To this day the truth we’re hiding;
By this tale we are abiding,
And we’ll tell you nothing more!
Jordan Chacon Apr 2014
"This is how it is"

You to me
Me to you
The messages go back and forward
slowly and I wait for you to reply
to what I said
I try not to think about the past
but it's all I have to think about
Your in my head and I can't let go
Your all I think about no one else
You say you miss me
and you realized that your still in love with me
but there is nothing to do about it
your there I'm here
there is no way together for now
but when there is I know I will be
wherever you will be just to be together with you
just me and you no one else
I love you
I still love you after all this
and you say you feel the same way
but there is no way this can left off
from the point we are in
Jordan Chacon Apr 2014
To a New Odinsman

I can tell who you are
You radiate
Burning desire, confusion
So much like my own
Seeking one who defies being found,
Walking the long road.
It will stay that way, you know
The desire, the yearning
Will never end.
But this should not keep you from walking.
Sometimes you'll be in the company of others,
But mostly you'll know
What loneliness means.
Along the way, somewhere
You will meet pain
And learn to make it your companion.
When the road closes in on you,
Leaving no leeway,
When it loses itself in the wild
And you ***** through the thicket,
Close your eyes
Your love is your lodestone.
You will always feel Him
Just out of your reach.
Because He is nowhere
He is everywhere,
His absence his presence.
Don't ask me for directions
I, too, am a wanderer
Lost someplace else.
I cannot tell you
When or if the road will end
But I can also tell you
That you already
Have arrived.
Jordan Chacon Apr 2014
I still have your blue
pen in my bag it's
the only object that I
have to remind me of

you, I don't get waves
of missing you any more
it's more like hurricanes in
my eyes, and there's no

chance of us working it
out, I have always though
it was you and I
forever but everything wasn't alright

but I fell in love
with you on the first
kiss, but now it's over
and I can't get over

this feeling that I'm feeling
for the first time in
my entire life, from you
and only you that can do
Jordan Chacon Apr 2014

Hakon the earl, so good and wise,
Let all the ancient temples rise; --
Thor's temples raised with fostering hand
That had been ruined through the land.

His valiant champions, who were slain
On battle-fields across the main,
To Thor, the thunder-god, may tell
How for the gods all turns out well.

The hardy warrior now once more
Offers the sacrifice of gore;
The shield-bearer in Loke's game
Invokes once more great Odin's name.

The green earth gladly yields her store,
As she was wont in days of yore,
Since the brave breaker of the spears
The holy shrines again uprears.

The earl has conquered with strong hand
All that lies north of Viken land:
In battle storm, and iron rain
Hakon spreads wide his sword's domain.
Jordan Chacon Aug 2014
"Wasted Time"
So the time wasted
The foot steps pasted
All this talk of future and desire
Was lied meant to lay there in fire
Oh I love you what a bust
So you love me cause
It sure seems that the only thing
You love is to make me miserable
What was the point of the time spent
If you just wasted all of it
Jordan Chacon May 2014
"What Will Happen!!!"
How do I know there is anyone else
how can I be sure what will come
how do I know that you really feel that way
what will I do if I fall again
that's the answer I don't know
I don't know what I would do it
you tear my heart in two again
that will be the end
the end of my humanity
the end of my sanity
the end of this whole place
I will challenge someone to fear combat
just to end it there
If I go on like the way I would
I would be a soul
with no meaning or no heart
I would be the man of a shadow that used to be
the man that has to smoke **** to feel free
the man that won't give a crap what you think
that man that you will learn to fear
or gets unset over every little thing
this is what will happen if
you break the heart in me
Jordan Chacon Jun 2014
"Where am I?"
Where am I
Where am I
I don't know where I am
I'm stuck in this place of insecurity
thinking what will become of me
is everything the same or did something change
I feel there maybe something strange
Where am I
Where am I
I'm in this place I don't understand
What will become of me
please help me before I fall in the hands of death
take me out of the hands of insecurity
Please oh please help me understand
Feel like something different
Jordan Chacon Apr 2014
"Without you"
I have my Xbox on but it's idle
I'm just looking at the computer screen
waiting for a reply from you
you the one that makes me happy
the one that I like to see
without you I'm not me
I'm that person that waits
and stare at the screen and maybe
get something to calm myself down
from thinking all the crap and barriers that stop us
that's the person I am without you
but with you I'm am a person
that goes with the flow don't care about anything
except for you and me
and likes to have fun and do things
without you I'm getting high
and washing the pain away
but with you the pain is no more
you are the cure
please come back to me
or I may just go crazy in my mind
Jordan Chacon Apr 2014
Your Name

Your name
Shouted across the battlefield
Whispered in the darkness of the soul
Written on the forehead of the sage
And the heart of the poet
Burning in the minds of explorers,
inventors and madmen
Tattooed into your own
Etched in indelible letters
Engraved in my soul
When all else fades,
It remains
Shining in darkness
Your name.

— The End —