Your blood, it doesn't run in my veins My face, it doesn't fit into your frame And I just don't belong in your name You and I lived lives unequal I was raised Alcoholics and needles All I've known Broken, like my homes broke, like my wallet broke, like my soul Never truly felt like… Continue reading Poem : The Blacksheep
You She who sings with giggles even as skies shatter Like a Blue jay turned red from the flames it sits in You The girl who haunts my dreams with bittersweet symphonies A lie that I'd die to bring to life Don't wake me. Hey You you oh you I'm sorry if I stare, but I'd… Continue reading Poem: YOU
Hiraeth is a Welsh concept of longing for home, which can be loosely translated as 'nostalgia', or, more commonly, 'homesickness'. Many Welsh people claim 'hiraeth' is a word which cannot be translated, meaning more than solely "missing something" or "missing home."https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hiraeth 2019 Jordan Antonacci Hiraeth - A Poem I went home, butyou weren't thereI called… Continue reading Hiraeth |the home that doesn’t exist
If I could then I would save the world Send my heart in an envelope to that certain girl Tell her how she is my everything Live in a house with kids and wedding rings I’d be free like the ocean breeze Soar from the west coast over to the east Learn German then Chinese… Continue reading Poem: Only Human
Leaving you was like watching the sunset in the rearview -Jordan Antonacci
Days, they race, as feelings, like seasons, they change A misplaced name found written upon some distant grave The way I was yesterday today is but another bloodstain A monster in the rain to the old me, goodbye, I wave Ticking away the clock on my name while the man in the mirror is losing… Continue reading A Monster in the Rain – Poem
Skin like a canvas of white Upon which, my heartbeat I'll write With the blood I bleed through our years of pain I'll take the tears that stream and use their colors to paint We're walking to the rhythm of a broken heartbeat Still we dance anyway Dancing in the rain until the floods wash… Continue reading Broken Heartbeat | Poem
2:28 AM Tues. 2/25/14 The boys mind tosses and turns like a bipolar insomniac in the middle of the night he can't decide. He can't make the decision, any decision that may aid in solidifying a personal persona Is he this, is he that? Is he nothing? Where does he want to stay who does… Continue reading Journal Entry 1: The Boy’s Mind
Crack the glass watch hours pass knowing damn well they're not coming back Yet here I stand in quicksand watching a broken clock that has no hands I reach out but with broken arms Wearing scars like wrist charms “Unfortunately, the clock is ticking, the hours are going by. The past increases, the future recedes.… Continue reading Broken Arms | Poem
Days they fade away into the grey but it feels so much better Light it waves goodbye into the night but it feels so much better You are back at my side This isn't life This here is so much better Within my night-like life you were the light at my side Some type of… Continue reading Into the Grey: Poem
