Jordan Jones

Jordan Jones Jul 2013

Realize real lies with real eyes when you see them.

Everyone has a facade you see
I spend my time observing, truly grey is the world
but of bleak sadness? no,
of hidden dishonesty? maybe.

Sure everyone harbors pain, but what makes up the rest?
the world is grey, almost black, from muddled colors
like a paint pallet
comprised of the inhabitants who fail to
realize real lies with real eyes when they see them.

Jordan Jones Jul 2013

I Always Thought I Wrote Poetry

I always thought I wrote poetry
long before I had intellectual friends of a-
higher caliber, in both senses of the word
I always thought I wrote poetry
long minutes I spent writing half-hearted heart-felt swill
Oh no, I thought I was oh so deep
using words like
light
        fright
                  care, and
                                  cry
I always thought I wrote poetry
what a fool I must have seemed
what a fool I always seemed
I stood so high and bright in the purposeful shadows of
Teen Angst;
Oh its so cool to be a fool it seems, I just might try it,
but when everything is heartbreak and betrayal...
I always thought I wrote poetry,
what a fool I must have seemed.

Jordan Jones Jan 2013

Rebels

Call to arms! my boys of fortune
we come in stride or fall behind
What is our strength? Yet to say
it just depends on how we feel that day

Sabotage! my boys of fortune
you're falling far behind
Can you catch up? who's to say
it just depends on how you feel that day

Many names for what we are
yet most are so untrue
Most disgrace the point in case
But I can see the rebel in you

Jordan Jones Jan 2013

Millions of Thoughts

I have a million words written here
none of them are really mine
all of them are replications
of something for more divine
than I

We all take and take and take some more
we don't realize that we give
our words and thoughts, feelings and actions
the things that make the living want to live
as if

These words are not my own
they're handed down through time
but I don't think it really matters.
Yeah, don't worry. I'll be fine.

Jordan Jones Jan 2013

A Tale of the Heartbroken

The tears, they well inside me
and start their hot, wet flow
I can't control them anymore
I miss you. Where'd you go?

It must have been so long ago
though I cry like its today
but on the off chance I was wrong
I've written to you every day

I fear i've lost you to someone else
I watched them take their grip
on your arms and legs and neck and back
I saw your face but still...

I cry on like its just today
the memories had hit me once again
its like as if I'd forgotten them
and then remembered all over again

My insides ache when I think of the one
who stole you away from me
I saw him smile a devious smile
as he forced you away form me

But one day I will find you
my love will find you too
cause one day, I am sure of it
I'll be in Heaven just like you...

Jordan Jones Dec 2012

How I feel.

This is how it feels to be tired
you want to do everything, but
at the same time
you feel like dying for Christ's sake.

This is how it feels to be awake
there's never a thing to do, but
at the same time
you feel like you're wasting the day

Don't we all wish for a happy medium?

Jordan Jones Nov 2012

Unworthy.

For the unworthy stands forgiveness
and judgment, impassable
for the weak stands pity
and the shame, substantial
for the sad stands comfort
and loneliness, impenetrable

for one, I don't supply
the type of emotion needed for such an arrangement