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
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
A little poem written from the perspective of my mystery novel's main villain, the Valentine's Day Killer. I'm a monster A killer The worst villain in every thriller The night's breath An empty grave A cold wind A guilty crave An alien An eater of worlds A black hole A shattered pearl A shadow wrapped… Continue reading Poem: I am VDK
I'm a hopeless romantic who hasn't yet learned how to love I'm a memory hoarder buried alive beneath all the memories I can't let go of I'm an artist drowning in the colors of his own painting I'm an addict and I can't stop from overdosing on love I'm a pen with no ink A… Continue reading Poem: What I Am.
him. Journal entry 2: Dear Diary, For the first time in three years, my day has been struck by change. Every morning, I’m awoken by my alarm at 6:45 am. I then shower, brush my teeth, and eat a bowl of whole grain cereal while watching The Today Show before sitting down to write. This… Continue reading Entries of the Heart Pt 2
Blogging. Oh, sweet, beautiful blogging. There are so many truly skilled, talented, dedicated bloggers out there--and I have an appreciation for them that's greater than any other. That's because bloggers don't have to do it. If you think about it, blogging is literally like giving yourself a homework assignment several times a week. You think… Continue reading Blogger Shoutout + Guest Posts
Dear oh dear happy little pill You're all I need to make me feel You're all I need to help these wounds heal But what a short-lived fantasy As I'm bleeding still Like a seed I plant you deep inside of me Take my world of black and white Let buckets of blue and… Continue reading Poem: Happy Little Pill