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Jordon Jones Jan 2012
You sing your love songs to someone else now
And I miss them like the desert misses rain
My life is not so bright as it once was
When into my lonely life you came
I lie in my bed at ungodly hours
And I wonder why you're gone
I'm waiting for your whispers
I'm listening for your song
Jordon Jones Jan 2012
Your time is up
We had our chance
And now I'm moving on
Man up baby
For the next girl who comes along
Don't run away
Let the love out
You don't have a reason to hide
Be brave baby
And maybe your dreams will come alive
Say if you love me
Don't hold it in
I can't see into your soul
Say it baby
And maybe we can give it a go
Jordon Jones Jan 2012
Becoming someone else for a little while
Relieves me.
Trying on another persona
Intrigues me.
Exploring other people's skins
Slipping them on and off
Like a snake's scales
Excites me.
And so I take the stage again.
Jordon Jones Jan 2012
I'm full of half-measures
That don't add up
I tried to fix myself
But then I got stuck
There's still something missing
But I don't know what
Looking for treasures
On cluttered old shelves
And patiently listening
For what I dream of
Jordon Jones Jan 2012
I opened up a box
With Pandora written on the top.
I did not know what lay inside
When I unlocked my pretty box
With a What If? sort of question.
I opened up a box
And a million thoughts came swirling out.
They buzzed around my brain
Sowing discomfiture and confusion
Without even the comfort of hope.
Jordon Jones Jan 2012
Whether they
King us or crucify us
The end remains the same
Revered or feared
We stand up against the world
With no-one at our backs
Except the wild and roaring wind
And the ocean rushing free
Few against the million strong
Yet we have the advantage
We can take the slings and arrows
And wear our thorny crowns with pride
No matter when the end draws near
Whether kinged or crucified
Jordon Jones Dec 2011
When I fall asleep
Your eyes are in my head.
They are smiling.
Or maybe…
That's just me.
It's short. Why not?
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