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Sep 2011 · 661
Forever
Jordon Jones Sep 2011
Just turned eight
And we’re moving away
Don’t think that I much want to go
New places and words
New customs to learn
So much that I just don’t know
As I say goodbye
Tears roll out of my eyes
And I say: I won’t be alone forever

Now I’m fifteen
And I’m not what I seem
Misery hides with a smile
I’ve come back again
But I don’t know my friends
So I’ll just sit alone for a while
As I make up my mind
I blink tears from my eyes
And I say: I won’t be alone forever

It’s eighteen then
I’ve a new best friend
With a familiar-sounding name
He’s exploring the world
With his beautiful girl
And I wish I could do the same
My heart heaves a sigh
As I rub at my eyes
And I say: I won’t be alone forever

In future days
When I’ve gone my ways
And all is said and done
As my life will unfold
Brilliant and bold
And I finally find someone
I’ll look back on my life
With tears in my eyes
And I say: I wasn’t alone, not ever
Sep 2011 · 620
Paranoid(?)
Jordon Jones Sep 2011
three years and
nowhere to run to
(the hiding places
are all gone now)
one by one
they find you and
they break you and
they make you tell

the clock is ticking
the tiny trickles of
sand slip slowly down
youre running out of time
youre running so fast

(but not fast enough)
after three years of running
youve run out of places to hide and
they find you here
(at the end of your strength
and then)
they drag you
and drag you
away from your final
hiding place
It's a working title. Please, share your thoughts!
Sep 2011 · 1.1k
Chiaroscuro
Jordon Jones Sep 2011
The darkness whispers
To me tonight
Of a tickling
In my ear
So light
Softly,
Softly
It goes
Chillingly
Up my spine
And down again
Darkness, be mine!


The light
Is creeping,
Crawling, sprawling
Away from shadow’s grip
So boldly it waxes the floor with gold
Polishing the banisters with pure filigree,
Polishing them with purest golden filigree
It makes the dawn more welcome here
Expanding thru empty hall
Revealing in stride
Most horribly
The end
This is an old one I wrote when I was about 14 or 15 or so. I was exploring the use of shape and contrast at the time, instead of solely focusing on words.

PLEASE don't just read this one! There are so many better ones (more recent) to check out. See those arrows to the right? Yeah, click 'em. You know you want to.

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