Author Archives: Jordan

“Please Kill Me”

[Screen shot Picture CNN beneath with person on top faded out]
“Please kill me. I have lost my wife, my unborn son. All the people who have professed to love me are now using my misery and this case to make a quick buck. The prosecutor has exploited my human mistakes for self-promotion.

Elsa

I become inspired to unknown poetic prose simply by her visual presence
The bangs that so unapologetically hang
Nephritis’s hands placing them into disorganized harmony across her brow
Sometimes trying to hide behind them, comforted by their presence
But unable to disguise the beauty emitting from inside
Impatience, nerves, thinking washes over
Her eyes move off center seeing what we cannot
The

Jada

A vivaciousness
That infects the hearts of all around
A laugh that outstrips her size
A liveliness that outpaces her frame
She always brings the truest smiles to your dimples

Vana

Holding on to what he can.
Desperation always on his face.
His life, his purpose
Never determined by his own making.
Floating, meaninglessly, directionless,
Vana caught him
And he hung on.
And he clamped on.
As her life took her to destination upon destination
He bakes in the warm glow of her shadow
Always clinging to the importance her life provides
Desperation always just beneath the

A Boy From Nantucket

Suddenly Stanley was torn from his sleep, mercilessly his body had knowingly awoken. Stanley rolled over, “6:58” he always wondered how his body could awaken just before his alarm, he wanted those two minutes back, for them to never end.
Sleep, could it be called sleep? He knows he spent 8 hours

The Saddest Thing About My Life

I think the saddest thing about my life is that it has gone exactly to plan. When I was young like 8 years old I wrote down exactly what my life would look like.
It wasn’t clairvoyance or some sort of seeing power, it’s that 90% of people are completely predictable. It