I’ve carried you this far, my Love, watched your colours fade… I lay you down upon the grass as seas below us rage. Your hand falls gen…
I didn’t think of you for last few days / It seems memories have forgotten home / your heart have forgotten my heart’s door / *It seem…
It’s another collabration with Neil Johnson’s art “CONFLICT” / Please check out Neil’s awesome art work on RB! Thank you so much Neil* :)
she stood staring emptily into space / she emptied her mind of all thoughts of home and food? / *And she had to steal food just to sta…
there’s still some hope of making a bad situation better / all isn’t lost!!!! It’s a entry for Boredom Competitions on the 24/7’s recent Competition called / “aLiVe”! And It’s Won the Boredom Competitions on the 24/7’s
trembling in pockets
it’s windy and wild and woolly today. / my muse gets all riled up when the weather’s like this…
mango scented love story
. dedicated to you… o3.1o.2oo9 . i planned to do a drawing today / but a dream seeped in through a button hole / and brought the constellation / the broken moon / and the river along… so / i made a sandwich with them… and i’ll have a half for my lunch / and the other half for my dinner… : ) .
were mine… not yours…
o3.12.2oo9 .
pain of the misunderstood
pain of misunderstanding
spider webs / gather in the corners / like shadows / their jaded landlords / spinning silken threads / in untiring futility
A poem about an empty room, and childhood memories. Written 18 April 2009. Featured in Masterpieces: Literary Workshop and On Youth.
the dry bones of your grief / show through their paper-thin covering / veins standing out against / old parchment skin
A poem for all those who have suffered, or have friends who have suffered, from anorexia nervosa. Written 11 May 2009.
salty black coffee
salty black coffee
You pretend to be my friend / But I won’t let you in / I see your fangs / When you smile at me / Blood drips from your chin Did you think…
“(They smile in your face) / All the time they want to take your place / The back stabbers (back stabbers)” A co-worker recently stabbed me in the back. He tried so hard to get my approval and gain my friendship. But I didn’t trust him and apparently for good reason.
empty faces, blank trains / old eyes staring out / from cold compartments / child-like, clinging / to a once-bright past
life – our lives, how we live. what we fear. jordan busson. 29 July 2009.
Is the key to my heart / The key to my love / Or is love the key / To my empty heart
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Damage done; / I’ve harmed much / More than I’d wish. Transformation / Within me. / What I lack, / Your virtue / Provides. So if I fall…
“You save yourself or you remain unsaved” Lucky (Alice Sebold) When I selected Salvation as the title, a memory of the Five Finger Death Punch song Salvation also came to me!
The dying rain / a slick / earthen rainbow, / pooling up / as a wood-smoke / memory. A blanket of blue / where the chill / won’t / reach, / to…
A poem about the only season worth dying for…Autumn. :) / Sorry…had to say that, and yes, I’m a smart-ass.
Entwined. Wrapped, I am / brilliantly orange; / red singed, pulsing love! / Watch it as it withers / under your tyranny. _Licking me col…
Written after years of suffering abuse of all kinds.
It crawls inside when / We’re not looking / It will wrap and thread / Around our vacant veins / And surface through taste buds / Before we ble…
Breeding / desperation; / clawing at the last brick / in a wall wavering above / your death. Eyes dart / side to side to / frenzied s…
the most horrible truth of too late.
Today there is an emptiness / and in that quiet place / I miss you
Today I miss my dear friend – known to me and my family and friends as ‘Grampa Dave’ / He passed away last summer….and was a blessing to me. / For some reason today…I really miss him
A masquerade of passing joys / followed by a lovers dance / enveloping my want of lust / within a heart of glass. Borrowed fancy, pilfere…
I wrote this years ago and just came across it is my old poetry folder…thought I’d post it. / It’s a sad poem…hopelessness is such an empty place.
The only time exists in breath / where meter flows and beats ‘til death. / The spark it seems lights by itself / (no driver other than the m…
An un-manned machine is an empty hearse en route to the moon.
To speak / Emptiness / Just a ghost / Broken spirit / No pain inside / No dreams to die / I hold it all / And let it fade / I scream again / Still…
Only time will tell / if the stain will be wiped clean / and truth will lead to freedom / turning the sadness to joy Only time will te…
Today I will excise my heart / From the dangers of the sleeve / No more to live upon the ledge / In tearful hopeless longing / This painful m…
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