Submissions by Deontejordan (D. Jordan)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I don't write a lot. If I feel something strong enough, you'll eventually read it.
LOVE POEM
Published
25th Jun 2012 2:23am
25th Jun 2012 2:23am
Caged Love
Running through the dark..
Shadow flames licking my feet. I need someone to rescue me from the darkness..
Of my own heart.
Fuck this shit. *walks away*
Maybe I should just go gay.
I want to be loved and and cared about.
Most people tell me my head's in a cloud.
To wipe of my face, I look like a clown.
They don't get it, they don't understand.
How many cards do I need to show my hand.
I just want one thing out of my life.
Something that can stop all the pain and strife.
There's someone else out there, who know's what I'm saying.
Who feels...
Shadow flames licking my feet. I need someone to rescue me from the darkness..
Of my own heart.
Fuck this shit. *walks away*
Maybe I should just go gay.
I want to be loved and and cared about.
Most people tell me my head's in a cloud.
To wipe of my face, I look like a clown.
They don't get it, they don't understand.
How many cards do I need to show my hand.
I just want one thing out of my life.
Something that can stop all the pain and strife.
There's someone else out there, who know's what I'm saying.
Who feels...
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SELF POEM
Published
10th May 2012 3:17am
10th May 2012 3:17am
So.. Alone..
im so lonely out here in nowhereville.. nobody likes me. and that hurts. but what hurts more is tht some of those ppl actually have good reasons for hating my guts. i dont go out on dates, i dont get invited to parties, nobody tells me abt social events, i have no friends to visit on the weekends, iv never slpt over at a non-realtive's. im an outcast. an oddity. a dork. ive even been called retard more than a few times. and the pain and the sadness just builds up over days, sometimes weeks, and just comes out all at once. i literally cant stop crying. and im 16, im a big guy, so y am i...
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STORY POEM
Published
2nd May 2012 6:38pm
2nd May 2012 6:38pm
Fly
Jets overhead.
They're telling me to land.
I turn over on my back and try to shoot them down.
I miss, they swerve and return fire.
Heat seeking missiles.
I dodge and throw myself out of the deadly projectile's path.
They come back at me.
I send out two more energy bolts at the incoming threats.
There's machine gun fire behind me.
I throw a couple of loops and shoot in the other direction.
Bad idea.
I perceive at least half a dozen more jets headed my way.
I turn around, the first two are gaining.
All 8 jets release heat seeking...
They're telling me to land.
I turn over on my back and try to shoot them down.
I miss, they swerve and return fire.
Heat seeking missiles.
I dodge and throw myself out of the deadly projectile's path.
They come back at me.
I send out two more energy bolts at the incoming threats.
There's machine gun fire behind me.
I throw a couple of loops and shoot in the other direction.
Bad idea.
I perceive at least half a dozen more jets headed my way.
I turn around, the first two are gaining.
All 8 jets release heat seeking...
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STORY POEM
Published
24th Apr 2012 3:28am
24th Apr 2012 3:28am
Anti-Hero
He burst through the doors, guns in the air.
A shot or two just to scare
The defensless children in the room.
A sense of foreboding in the air doth loom.
He puts a gun to her pretty head,
Threatens to make her as good as dead.
Infuriated, I arise. I'm done listening to his lies.
"Be calm, all will live."
"We just want your money, to pay our bills."
He will not hurt my friend.
He will die by avenging hand.
The weapon is trained on me.
He yells, "Sit down you little freak."
I stand taller, black flames licking my...
A shot or two just to scare
The defensless children in the room.
A sense of foreboding in the air doth loom.
He puts a gun to her pretty head,
Threatens to make her as good as dead.
Infuriated, I arise. I'm done listening to his lies.
"Be calm, all will live."
"We just want your money, to pay our bills."
He will not hurt my friend.
He will die by avenging hand.
The weapon is trained on me.
He yells, "Sit down you little freak."
I stand taller, black flames licking my...
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SELF POEM
Published
12th Apr 2012 6:53pm
12th Apr 2012 6:53pm
Shoot Up The School
Nobody cares about what I have to say.
They watch -no, laugh as tears roll down my face.
A face that's not baby smooth or as romantic as an autumn moon.
But they'll see, one day soon,
That I'm more than just a crying fool.
And if I have to die,
To prove I've had enough
Of them trying to pry
Into the shit, the pain, and the other stuff,
I'll make sure they don't get by
With pissing me off, those little fucks.
But right at this moment, a knife in my chest
Is the best way out of this mess.
And I know when I go ,don't care...
They watch -no, laugh as tears roll down my face.
A face that's not baby smooth or as romantic as an autumn moon.
But they'll see, one day soon,
That I'm more than just a crying fool.
And if I have to die,
To prove I've had enough
Of them trying to pry
Into the shit, the pain, and the other stuff,
I'll make sure they don't get by
With pissing me off, those little fucks.
But right at this moment, a knife in my chest
Is the best way out of this mess.
And I know when I go ,don't care...
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SELF POEM
Published
12th Apr 2012 1:56am
12th Apr 2012 1:56am
Detest a Pest?
I failed.
I'm nothing more than a pitiful waste.
Just worthless trash.
It stings like this ugly gash
on my head that they call a face.
How am I supposed to survive,
In that harsh world on the outside,
If none of you want me to strive?
You'd see me fall to my hideous death,
Than find a way to reverse ailing health.
Blame me for your chagrin.
You just jealous because I be grinnin'
When I'm chillin' with my peeps.
No creativity in your body,
The word fun not in your vocabulary?
Grave as a gun, trained on my...
I'm nothing more than a pitiful waste.
Just worthless trash.
It stings like this ugly gash
on my head that they call a face.
How am I supposed to survive,
In that harsh world on the outside,
If none of you want me to strive?
You'd see me fall to my hideous death,
Than find a way to reverse ailing health.
Blame me for your chagrin.
You just jealous because I be grinnin'
When I'm chillin' with my peeps.
No creativity in your body,
The word fun not in your vocabulary?
Grave as a gun, trained on my...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
11th Apr 2012 3:31am
11th Apr 2012 3:31am
Doom's Demise
Death stalks into the room,
The Devil slithers at his side.
This the herald of my immenent doom,
And you're just along for the ride.
FLASH
A harem of demons is there in an instant.
They're screams reminicent of the wails of an infant.
Bodies engulfed with flames licking skyward.
It's an evil sight, but I'm no coward.
I rush foward, palm outstretched,
Ready to kill my oncoming threats.
Before I know it, I'm on fire.
But truth be told, the devil is a liar
If he thinks he can
Defeat me
So easily.
He and Death are fearsome foes...
The Devil slithers at his side.
This the herald of my immenent doom,
And you're just along for the ride.
FLASH
A harem of demons is there in an instant.
They're screams reminicent of the wails of an infant.
Bodies engulfed with flames licking skyward.
It's an evil sight, but I'm no coward.
I rush foward, palm outstretched,
Ready to kill my oncoming threats.
Before I know it, I'm on fire.
But truth be told, the devil is a liar
If he thinks he can
Defeat me
So easily.
He and Death are fearsome foes...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Apr 2012 3:29am
10th Apr 2012 3:29am
Secret Admiration
You're not perfect, but you are for me.
As relative is that misused term: beauty.
My advances go unheeded.
As you dance around my heart is grieving.
Plot my demise,
Plan my destruction.
It won't make a difference.
Because I'm guided with no instruction,
In this empty dark world of my imagination.
How can just one girl cause so much agitation?
I'm so close, more than most-
I'm the parasite, you're the host.
I need you more
Than food or air.
My sustenance is the smell of your hair.
And if that's creepy, wait and see
The pictures of...
As relative is that misused term: beauty.
My advances go unheeded.
As you dance around my heart is grieving.
Plot my demise,
Plan my destruction.
It won't make a difference.
Because I'm guided with no instruction,
In this empty dark world of my imagination.
How can just one girl cause so much agitation?
I'm so close, more than most-
I'm the parasite, you're the host.
I need you more
Than food or air.
My sustenance is the smell of your hair.
And if that's creepy, wait and see
The pictures of...
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DARK POEM
Published
1st Apr 2012 4:00am
1st Apr 2012 4:00am
Killer's Complex
I've done something I may regret.
But I had no other choice.
He came at me, But I didn't fret.
His blade was long and moist,
With blood of those he's slain over the years.
They're screams cried out for vengeance.
I felt they're pain, tasted they're fear.
They're spirits are caged, fenced.
They crouch and huddle together, they whimper and moan.
I can feel the chill as it nips my bone,
I stand- ice cold and evil, glaring into space.
yet his knife is inches from my face.
But like I said, I'm the odd one out,
And next...
But I had no other choice.
He came at me, But I didn't fret.
His blade was long and moist,
With blood of those he's slain over the years.
They're screams cried out for vengeance.
I felt they're pain, tasted they're fear.
They're spirits are caged, fenced.
They crouch and huddle together, they whimper and moan.
I can feel the chill as it nips my bone,
I stand- ice cold and evil, glaring into space.
yet his knife is inches from my face.
But like I said, I'm the odd one out,
And next...
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DARK POEM
Published
26th Mar 2012 2:55am
26th Mar 2012 2:55am
Ding Dong, The Bitch Is Dea- Oh, Wait, That's me. ~_~
My clothes whip against the wind
As I fall to my death, pretend I have wings.
There's a gun in my hand, now its at my head..
Put these brains against the walls, this blood soaks the bed..
There's a chisel in my chest, I couldn't find a knife.
I stand in the street, the car takes my life.
The chain is lowered, I'm dipped in the oil.
My skin is burning, it's starting to boil.
As my body connects with the jagged rocks,
My better senses tell me to stop.
But I can't, because it's too much fun
To put my life in mortal...
As I fall to my death, pretend I have wings.
There's a gun in my hand, now its at my head..
Put these brains against the walls, this blood soaks the bed..
There's a chisel in my chest, I couldn't find a knife.
I stand in the street, the car takes my life.
The chain is lowered, I'm dipped in the oil.
My skin is burning, it's starting to boil.
As my body connects with the jagged rocks,
My better senses tell me to stop.
But I can't, because it's too much fun
To put my life in mortal...
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