Jordan Plunk: Poems

Jordan Plunk May 2019

I wonder what my car remembers for me

Countless miles and hours spent traveling
To see those whose faces I do not remember
Homes that only seem familiar in dreams
Highways that feel more comfortable than my old twin sized mattress

Damage to the interior
Resembling the same marks left inside
Me
Surviving stormy nights that even I did not expect
To escape

Crossing rolling hill after rolling hill just to find a new place to call “home”
Stuffing dreams in the trunk that I would eventually consider my baggage
Times shared with friends long forgotten
And destined
To share more with friends yet to be found
Thank you
For remembering what I will undoubtably forget
If only your four wheels could carry me

Just a little further

To who I wish I could be

Growing A Garden

Jordan Plunk Mar 2020

Growing A Garden

Soon the flowers i planted will bloom
The dirt under my nails always bothers me
But gloves disconnect me from the earth
Disconnect me from you
Maybe i planted these to make up for loss time
You always planted the best gardens
I will carry your tradition
Now our tradition
This garden will remind me
Of the day
They dug the earth
To lay you to rest
And that is okay

#death #cancer #mother #grief #flowers #garden

I Hate Cigarettes

Jordan Plunk Jun 2018

I Hate Cigarettes

I started smoking again because of you
I tore into the packaging like your teeth tore into my skin
Pressing the cigarette against my lips as if it could ever fill the void your lips left
With shaky hands i fumbled for my lighter
I felt my lungs burn as i inhaled
I choked
Choked like the first time i saw you
Choked like the first time we held hands
Choked like the first time we kissed
Choked like when the first time you said you loved me
Now here i am with menthol on my breath and you on my mind
My lungs burning like my body did, but this time without passion
I knew this cigarette was an act of treason against the body that worked hard to take care of me
But so was loving you

#love #hate #sadness #smoking #passion #relationship

Until It Hurts

Jordan Plunk Jun 2018

Until It Hurts

To be human is to hurt
We do all that we can until it hurts
The pain is a reminder to our fleshy and delicate vessels that we are still alive
So do it until it hurts
Love until it hurts
The pain will be there for you when they are not
The pain will show you that you are still alive on those nights only lit by the pale glow of the moon
With
Or without
Their help
So love until it hurts
So you remember who you really are.

#love #loneliness #pain #sad #poetry

Vessel

Jordan Plunk Mar 2020

Vessel

I have become the subconscious
The background
I find myself moving long before thoughts of my actions arise
I am just the vessel
An automaton with no pilot
longing for the days when i could be in control
I am only instinct now
Primal
Days feel as if they pass me by in blinks
Maybe ill wake up soon
And be myself again

#autopilot #sad #melancholy #empty

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