Thoughts Unspoken
This Red SeaA red sea of broken memories floods deep into all of me It seeps beneath this dam I've built This armor-like skin and wraps me in its current Its waves rise and crash mercilessly bombarding the shores of my sanity A raging tsunami through the streets of my home washing away debris and… Continue reading Poem: This Red Sea
Hello. I am back. Back from the dead, you could say... No not really. I'm just being dramatic. Like usual. So, for the last week and a half, I've kinda been away. But not really... I made a new site (jordanantonacci.com), and for the first little bit it was amazing, but for whatever reason, my… Continue reading Poem: The End
I’m a sun that’s burnt out A star that’s become a black hole I’m a hero and the villain of the same movie I’m an ocean that nothing wants to swim in A sky nothing wants to fly in I’m hurt without gain Love without pain I’m a heart with no beat A phone with… Continue reading Poem: Everything and Nothing
It’s flooding deep This emotion Deeper than The trenches of an ocean The sky The Grand Canyon Sun and moonlight All contained Within this pen I’ve drained my heart With memories like shards And the blood I bleed Is turned to ink Now everything All that I see Is turned to red And shed here… Continue reading Poem: The Heart of this Pen
Work today was a grueling pain in the ass. I work HVAC in Dallas and temperatures today got up to 105. Pretty sure I came close to having a heat stroke, but then again, that's almost every day. After the 9-hour shift was done, I said bye to my boss, got in my car, and… Continue reading I’m getting published!!!!!
Like all the blood rushing like a stream this need it runs deep Starving for it always Even when I just ate Stomach growls like thunder as my pillars of sanity crumble I can't say no I don't want to say no It tells me that I'm free despite the chains around my wrists and… Continue reading Poem: This Need
At some point in our lives, we've all had someone tell us "Change is good." Some poor souls have had to suffer as those hounding words were repeatedly hammered into them (ahem, teenage me, ahem). It took my angsty self awhile to understand and accept those words. And they were hammered with necessity--I was a… Continue reading Changes
The comedown after the high The fall from soaring heights The crash that makes me think I’m about to die The tulip that bloomed only to wither The reminder that I’m not what I drew in the picture The reason why I never wish to remember The silence of the music and the fiddler A… Continue reading Poem: The Fall
As a few of you know, for the past 10 days I’ve been on a trip in California. It’s definitely been one of the most adventurous trips I’ve been on—driving from Laguna to San Francisco to Eureka, then hiking all over northern Cali and staying in a camper... it has been a very loving, happy,… Continue reading Saying Goodbye and Signing Off
On June 22, 2018, my second mystery novel (yet in my head, my first), The Killed Conscience, was released into the great big world. I imagine this to be a feeling similar to what parents experience when their children move away. Sometimes they go out there and do good, sometimes they hit the ground and stay… Continue reading Living a Dream
