Jordon Jones

Jordon Jones Dec 2011

Shut up, stomach.
Face, stop smiling.
Come on, lungs!
Breathe, will you?
Slow down, heartbeat.
Fingers, hold still.
Keep going, lungs.
Just keep on breathing.
Calm down, brain.
Eyes, quit fluttering.
Listen to the lungs.
They're still breathing.
Relax, body.
Spirit, be stilled.
Focus on the breathing.
The in-and-out of the lungs.

Jordon Jones Dec 2011

possibility

i put my hand upon my head
i am perplexed
my eyes are shut as if to hold against
a sea of troubled consciences
stomach and mind
churning it over again
from nothing to everything
in a moment's surprise
and i suddenly find
myself confronted with
unforeseen possibility

Jordon Jones Nov 2011

Self-******

Whispered words
Full of love, full of hate
Sadistic smile
Help comes too late

Final breath
****** in, shuddered out
Ecstatic thrill
Dangerous to flout

Screaming sirens
From far, from close
Open bottle
A fatal dose

Nightmares coming
Slip in, steal away
No more light
No new day

Jordon Jones Nov 2011

Cadit

It falls.
Beautifully,
  Finally,
   It falls.
    Delicately,
     Unfeelingly,
      It falls.
       Slowly,
        Gracefully,
         It falls.

Jordon Jones Nov 2011

Blanket of the Dark

The darkness surrounds me like
A comforting blanket, warming me from
The inside out. I shut my eyes and revel
In the stillness surrounding me; only the sound
Of my steady breaths -in, out, in, out- fill my ears.
I draw my body inward, wrapping myself
Around myself. I don't like the space
That I can't see in the darkness.
Nightmares hide there, twining themselves
Around my arms so I can't move. So I wrap myself
In myself and the blanket of the dark.

Jordon Jones Nov 2011

(barely beating)

darkness is coming
do you feel it
                        closing in?
i dont know how long to wait
                                                        before i scream
******   ******
                                ****** with   dripping
                                                        sticky
                                                        red

i can feel it closing in
around   my (
                         barely beating
                                                        )heart

Jordon Jones Nov 2011

long-forgotten scars

a whisper in the darkness
a caress from the gloom
a chill runs up the spine that
separates us from the womb
a heartbeat in my ribcage
a shiver in my lungs
a word that breaks the silence
of a hundred different tongues
a kiss upon your fingertips
a smile upon your lips
a tickle from the hand that
starts entwining round your hips
the gazes of a multitude
the blessing of the stars
the skin that tells the story of
these long-forgotten scars