Mar 31, 2016
Wander till the sun goes to rest. Dream beneath the star filled sky. Wander till my heart’s rest. Sleep and wake, by your side.
Jordan A Sol
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Wander till the sun goes to rest. Dream beneath the star filled sky. Wander till my heart’s rest. Sleep and wake, by your side.
Jordan A Sol
Stereotypes
What are these Labels we apply To every face To every size To be called names And categorized Personality Sexuality So sick of being Generalized No given label Will apply All of us are Customized
Jordan A Sol
Storm Cloud March 3rd, 2016
Rope
Knowing I am to do it But loving nothing but twists Of rope and balls of twine A tangled mess
Nothing can stop me Not the blood from my nails The blisters on raw flesh As I search and claw
Only a moment of rest Before I am back in Pulling loose thread Untangling the mess
Then in the end I love what I know Not a catastrophe tangled ball But a single line of rope
So here do I love Ten tired fingers One coiled rope My story for you.
My sweater
This sweater that I wear I wear it once a week I know it’s worn Down to threads But the memories warm me
Memories of you Of the fall And the walk you loaned it to me And I still have it
It lost your sent Long ago But I imagine it's still there It calms me
Like when you held me Late at night Your arms wrapped around me I still feel them
Viki tells me to throw it away Calls it trash And just a rag But I forgive her She hurts We all do
When you left I grew cold You were not beside me
When you left I always cried You were not there to hold me
The hardest part I could not grieve I had to be strong For Viki For Stacy
But I know one day I will rest in peace Me in my sweater You beside me You, Me, my memories
Art
This is a pice of me, That I do give to you. And with this pice of me There is many things you could do.
You could listen, Read, Maybe sing along. You could analyze, interpret, But never say you hate.
This is a pice of me Straight from my soul This song, painting, writing, Is from my heart.
Within every pice of art Lies somebodies heart. So admire, respect, and feel special For they share with you Their soul
Free me
Free me of my earthly bonds The weaves that net And entangle me Let me feel the storm The rain kiss my skin For the water to pour Free me off my earthly bonds
Release my spirt With every pulse Pull me further Into the aether As soul with soul Loose all control With heavy breath Song is sung With steady rhythm Two melodies Become harmony
Music becomes passion Passion creates life A song to be heard In future nights For days Weeks Months An eternity
Free me from my earthly bonds Complete me Once more
I am Here
The wind will blow The rain will fall The sun will rise I will dance I will sing I will stay
Days will go Nights will come Years will pass I will cry I will sit I will stay
Land will dry Colors fade Seasons change I will wait I will live I will stay
Day by day Night to night Through the storm Through the heat Season by Season Year to year I will stand I will stay I will wait Hand in hand Side by side I am here