Submissions by JJWoodward (Jordan Woodward)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Instinct
The taste of battle
In a world of soft walls
Comrades of cowardice
Begging of forgiveness
The lust of war
Lost in vanity
Gossip and position
Overtakes glory
A scattered army
Crying for a victory
Standing alone
The singular warrior
Laughing
Bring me the apocalypse
For I am its cure
I am its weakness
I am incarnate man
In a world of soft walls
Comrades of cowardice
Begging of forgiveness
The lust of war
Lost in vanity
Gossip and position
Overtakes glory
A scattered army
Crying for a victory
Standing alone
The singular warrior
Laughing
Bring me the apocalypse
For I am its cure
I am its weakness
I am incarnate man
431 reads
2 Comments
Yours to Discover
Are you the favourite, child?
Clamouring for her attention
Amongst the multitudes of dusty faces
Crying out for the cold, soft touch of anonymous care
Until your numbers fade from view
Slide on, sweet child
Past the glass houses built on grounded bones
Past the greasy shirts and red thumbs
Past the smokestacks and the brine
Past the professional opposition begging your indulgence
Past the last man on Barton
Past the squatting doctors
Past the late clerks checking off another sick day in Starbucks
Land in your paradise...
Clamouring for her attention
Amongst the multitudes of dusty faces
Crying out for the cold, soft touch of anonymous care
Until your numbers fade from view
Slide on, sweet child
Past the glass houses built on grounded bones
Past the greasy shirts and red thumbs
Past the smokestacks and the brine
Past the professional opposition begging your indulgence
Past the last man on Barton
Past the squatting doctors
Past the late clerks checking off another sick day in Starbucks
Land in your paradise...
527 reads
2 Comments
Once Again
Strain rips at muscle and bone
Severed scars scattered on worn skin
Red-blue eyes looking back towards steps taken
Tracing every cavity of misplaced pressure
Trips and falls littered crystal water's sand
Prints of hands and body and blood
The imperfect path stretching to infinity
Before me, a shadow with shape
Contours of familiar need and new passion
I trip again, turning towards the misty morning
Reaching for the hand that reaches for mine
Bringing me back to the human experience
Wrapped in futures happily dreamed
Praying that...
Severed scars scattered on worn skin
Red-blue eyes looking back towards steps taken
Tracing every cavity of misplaced pressure
Trips and falls littered crystal water's sand
Prints of hands and body and blood
The imperfect path stretching to infinity
Before me, a shadow with shape
Contours of familiar need and new passion
I trip again, turning towards the misty morning
Reaching for the hand that reaches for mine
Bringing me back to the human experience
Wrapped in futures happily dreamed
Praying that...
472 reads
0 Comments
Coad Hill
Tag the stars and inhale life
Chase the moon beyond the dark horizon
Destroy a forest in the howling winds
Build your god
Burn it down
Sing Motown to the grass
Apologize for your tone
Aid the black ants
Down with the red ants!
Climb and forgive and lose
Climb and scream and find
Look out to the world outside concrete
Realize you are king
Take over the world
Chase the moon beyond the dark horizon
Destroy a forest in the howling winds
Build your god
Burn it down
Sing Motown to the grass
Apologize for your tone
Aid the black ants
Down with the red ants!
Climb and forgive and lose
Climb and scream and find
Look out to the world outside concrete
Realize you are king
Take over the world
483 reads
3 Comments
She
Pure blackness
Heart
Turn and turn
Arms around the void
Paradise
Heart
Turn and turn
Arms around the void
Paradise
430 reads
0 Comments
Sore
Soft handed spades strikes clay and stone
Cries of genius echo from greasy touchscreens
Fighting futile battles with inverted pyramids of gender
Buying the working class life on layaway
To prove that not everyone is guilty of buried choices
Blisters on the larynx caked in dust and time
Calloused lips licked neurotically between lies
Manchurian romances between bright shiny cogs
Master-less dogs trotting down James Street crevasses
Smelling boulevard flowers dripping with exhaust
Century brick scowls at steel and glass churches ...
Cries of genius echo from greasy touchscreens
Fighting futile battles with inverted pyramids of gender
Buying the working class life on layaway
To prove that not everyone is guilty of buried choices
Blisters on the larynx caked in dust and time
Calloused lips licked neurotically between lies
Manchurian romances between bright shiny cogs
Master-less dogs trotting down James Street crevasses
Smelling boulevard flowers dripping with exhaust
Century brick scowls at steel and glass churches ...
455 reads
2 Comments
Progress
Tragic are the boys left to rot on pillars over the Golden City
Made to dance upon crimson coals in the waning light
Memorized hyms of doubt and supplication eternal
Under watch of broken collared priests of unbelieving Gods
Giggles from girls tripping on pockmarked streets
Eager to retain their tiaras of melted baby bottles
Holding up skirts of dollars and oppression above brackish rain
Pushed on by sunken eyed ghosts waiting for redemption
No longer having to worry about the laws of this universe
Sun nor sky nor snow nor sleeping giant of moral...
Made to dance upon crimson coals in the waning light
Memorized hyms of doubt and supplication eternal
Under watch of broken collared priests of unbelieving Gods
Giggles from girls tripping on pockmarked streets
Eager to retain their tiaras of melted baby bottles
Holding up skirts of dollars and oppression above brackish rain
Pushed on by sunken eyed ghosts waiting for redemption
No longer having to worry about the laws of this universe
Sun nor sky nor snow nor sleeping giant of moral...
503 reads
1 Comment
3
Neon totality forgiving spacious squares
Hidden beyond pillars of carbon titles
Crosses hanging on clouds of shoulderless giants
Tripping over tombs caught in entrail remains
Winds lapping down the lengths of shirts
Touching the faces of orphans
Weeping traced lines of tar leftovers
Caustic air tried to become flowers
Wilting into bubbling soil
Rewind to the last good thing
Seeping to a core of dreams
Have not come to a choice
Blinking green into blue
Zealous shade in gothic hearts
Cracking and dying until new
Hidden beyond pillars of carbon titles
Crosses hanging on clouds of shoulderless giants
Tripping over tombs caught in entrail remains
Winds lapping down the lengths of shirts
Touching the faces of orphans
Weeping traced lines of tar leftovers
Caustic air tried to become flowers
Wilting into bubbling soil
Rewind to the last good thing
Seeping to a core of dreams
Have not come to a choice
Blinking green into blue
Zealous shade in gothic hearts
Cracking and dying until new
457 reads
1 Comment
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