Submissions by Jordanne (RubixCube)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I use many rhyming schemes. I like using caesuras and im pretty much obsessed with alliteration. I write whenever I feel inspired and I write to clear my mind.
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
4th Jul 2012 8:34pm
4th Jul 2012 8:34pm
Am I forgotten?
I give and give
you take and take
when nothing is left
you still want more
So ...
much ...
more ...
Thus, my heart and soul is ripped from my core
providing sustenance for you to gorge.
Maimed..
Mauled..
Matted..
Too grotesque to be acknowledged; now, decrepit and forgotten.
you take and take
when nothing is left
you still want more
So ...
much ...
more ...
Thus, my heart and soul is ripped from my core
providing sustenance for you to gorge.
Maimed..
Mauled..
Matted..
Too grotesque to be acknowledged; now, decrepit and forgotten.
652 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
2nd Jul 2012 6:54pm
2nd Jul 2012 6:54pm
My Reality
Days come and go
Exhausted and well-spent
From work and thoughts of wanting to be dead
Life, such a struggle
A daily compromise
Waiting for the next ball to drop
Hoping for happiness
Not my immediate demise
Though we all know happiness is fleeting
..as elusive as the wind
Acknowledgement of Worth
..now becomes a lament not a wait
Wanting to be irrevocably needed,
Inexplicably loved
Exhausted and well-spent
From work and thoughts of wanting to be dead
Life, such a struggle
A daily compromise
Waiting for the next ball to drop
Hoping for happiness
Not my immediate demise
Though we all know happiness is fleeting
..as elusive as the wind
Acknowledgement of Worth
..now becomes a lament not a wait
Wanting to be irrevocably needed,
Inexplicably loved
826 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
7th Jun 2012 3:32am
7th Jun 2012 3:32am
Released
Drip...
Drip...
Drip ....
The sound of blood.
Falling from the blade.
Red showers, I make it rain!
The liquid drains from my veins.
L i f e l e s s...
P a l e d...
Finally released from ceaseless pain.
Drip...
Drip ....
The sound of blood.
Falling from the blade.
Red showers, I make it rain!
The liquid drains from my veins.
L i f e l e s s...
P a l e d...
Finally released from ceaseless pain.
770 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th May 2012 7:23pm
10th May 2012 7:23pm
Palindrome called 'I Am Jamaican'
Re: Do you have the skill???
Palindrome Competition
I am Jamaican
Black and green and gold
Ackee and Salt-fish
Tropical and breezy
Clear-blue beaches
Lovely island
Old-soul, Rasta
Indian..
Me
Me
..Indian
Rasta, old-soul
Island lovely
Beaches clear-blue
Breezy and tropical
Salt-fish and Ackee
Gold and green and black
Jamaican I am
Palindrome Competition
I am Jamaican
Black and green and gold
Ackee and Salt-fish
Tropical and breezy
Clear-blue beaches
Lovely island
Old-soul, Rasta
Indian..
Me
Me
..Indian
Rasta, old-soul
Island lovely
Beaches clear-blue
Breezy and tropical
Salt-fish and Ackee
Gold and green and black
Jamaican I am
724 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
10th May 2012 6:31pm
10th May 2012 6:31pm
Palindrome called 'Feelings'
Re: Do you have the skill???
Palindrome Competition
Feelings are
Scarce,
Forgotten emotions
Come and goes
Love
Love
Goes and come
Emotions forgotten
Scarce,
Are feelings
Palindrome Competition
Feelings are
Scarce,
Forgotten emotions
Come and goes
Love
Love
Goes and come
Emotions forgotten
Scarce,
Are feelings
699 reads
0 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
4th May 2012 3:47pm
4th May 2012 3:47pm
And I feel like cutting (A Little Rant)
885 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
2nd May 2012 6:42pm
2nd May 2012 6:42pm
Just Feel Safe
In your embrace, i tend to find my escape
from worldly factions and dismal places
with impartial races having depressing faces
and feeling like my life is severely jaded
and i start fading
.... [font=Tahoma,Geneva]away ....
I ask myself "Why do I stay?"
when what you offer
isnt even half of what i deserve,
and you can be such a perve
But i play along too
sending messages and signals
that i want more than just you
Your body is enticing,
not just because of its beauty,
I just feel safe with you
and...
from worldly factions and dismal places
with impartial races having depressing faces
and feeling like my life is severely jaded
and i start fading
.... [font=Tahoma,Geneva]away ....
I ask myself "Why do I stay?"
when what you offer
isnt even half of what i deserve,
and you can be such a perve
But i play along too
sending messages and signals
that i want more than just you
Your body is enticing,
not just because of its beauty,
I just feel safe with you
and...
1207 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st May 2012 4:21pm
1st May 2012 4:21pm
Invisible Scars
Seeing places and knowing people
Worldly faces and exploring ripples
The good, the bad and the blatant indifference
Life is a collection of scars
Invisible scars are left imprinted on our minds and souls
Some a physical bend, a visible reminder
Some a spiritual mend, a mental revolver
I have invisible scars
"An eye for an eye" ?
Well, now, "A scar for a scar"
There are similar battles
But definitely different wars
I cannot express in words, the amount of scars I have acquired
I can, however, say not all...
Worldly faces and exploring ripples
The good, the bad and the blatant indifference
Life is a collection of scars
Invisible scars are left imprinted on our minds and souls
Some a physical bend, a visible reminder
Some a spiritual mend, a mental revolver
I have invisible scars
"An eye for an eye" ?
Well, now, "A scar for a scar"
There are similar battles
But definitely different wars
I cannot express in words, the amount of scars I have acquired
I can, however, say not all...
1163 reads
2 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
23rd Mar 2012 8:18pm
23rd Mar 2012 8:18pm
I am Beauty
On my face is usually a frown
For my world constantly turns upside down
Depression and delusion clouds
Eating and eating thus gaining many pounds
I pray day in and out
For a way to appease my daily gouts
On my knees, on the ground
..my judgement isn't as sound
..as before and I break down
I scream, yell and shout :
I hate this constant moving around
But I (try to)face my tribulations with God abound
Lord, have mercy on my poor low soul
Warm my body, free me from this wretched cold
Please forgive me of my sins current...
For my world constantly turns upside down
Depression and delusion clouds
Eating and eating thus gaining many pounds
I pray day in and out
For a way to appease my daily gouts
On my knees, on the ground
..my judgement isn't as sound
..as before and I break down
I scream, yell and shout :
I hate this constant moving around
But I (try to)face my tribulations with God abound
Lord, have mercy on my poor low soul
Warm my body, free me from this wretched cold
Please forgive me of my sins current...
851 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Mar 2012 5:49pm
22nd Mar 2012 5:49pm
Two-Face, Soul-Chase
I say this with every emotion I can muster
The pain is stifled and I cannot trust her
I look for some guidance and reassurance
to keep me at least sane with a few more chances..
I cannot break this Trance
My mental persona takes over
so soon we'll see and know
the path that was always known
Little to me, the Silent Beholder
Hidden in the silver-lining
I was always starting from the Ending
Never the Beginning
Both innocent yet guilty
How do I break the fealty?
I am (in) sane in my...
The pain is stifled and I cannot trust her
I look for some guidance and reassurance
to keep me at least sane with a few more chances..
I cannot break this Trance
My mental persona takes over
so soon we'll see and know
the path that was always known
Little to me, the Silent Beholder
Hidden in the silver-lining
I was always starting from the Ending
Never the Beginning
Both innocent yet guilty
How do I break the fealty?
I am (in) sane in my...
836 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
7th Feb 2012 9:15pm
7th Feb 2012 9:15pm
I Write
For the Reader, I give a glimpse
Into my world of fickle whims
Sometimes Cruelty and Anguish brims
Surreal and fake like the Sims
Stress and worry takes a toll
Rigid from the cold
Within a casting, old
I write from my soul
With emotions that surround
Fidelity abound
Inspired by Life around
Thus, I write for Deep Underground
Mi corazon late lento
Con la esperanza por el amor de retorno
Quiero mi Papichulo
La felicidad es malísimo
Into my world of fickle whims
Sometimes Cruelty and Anguish brims
Surreal and fake like the Sims
Stress and worry takes a toll
Rigid from the cold
Within a casting, old
I write from my soul
With emotions that surround
Fidelity abound
Inspired by Life around
Thus, I write for Deep Underground
Mi corazon late lento
Con la esperanza por el amor de retorno
Quiero mi Papichulo
La felicidad es malísimo
873 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
1st Feb 2012 9:34pm
1st Feb 2012 9:34pm
Tell him
Tell him that you love him,
He can either say he doesn't or does too.
Tell him that you love him,
End your restless nights pining like a fool.
Tell him that you love him,
Be free from mental chains.
Tell him that you love him,
Or suffer waiting in vain.
So tell him,
We all know it's your number one urge.
Tell him,
"I ...love... you, I've been yours".
He can either say he doesn't or does too.
Tell him that you love him,
End your restless nights pining like a fool.
Tell him that you love him,
Be free from mental chains.
Tell him that you love him,
Or suffer waiting in vain.
So tell him,
We all know it's your number one urge.
Tell him,
"I ...love... you, I've been yours".
890 reads
0 Comments
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