http://slow.writerscafe.org/JustMeJordan The original writings of author Jordan Varner en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776006303 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 My body is a violently haunted houseFilled with the gnashing and screamingOf the ghosts of my pasts selvesAnd the people they once loved"Out, spirits!" i cry, tremblingThe memories overwhelmI wonder if I can call the ghostbustersTo exorcise the guilt from my mindI scratch at the do.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustMeJordan/2887648/ I haven't written in quite some time. And by now, I am not the tortured artist I once was. Go easy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustMeJordan/2887522/ At the end of the dayI just don't know if I can do this anymore http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustMeJordan/2461673/ Her breaths dripped with honey so goldHer sighs hung in the night sky like the constellationsHer tongue was as sharp as glassHer eyes were a deadly trapShe was so easy to loveBut easier to die over http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustMeJordan/2172002/ the smellof stale cigaretteson a pale moonlit nightsends me spiralingback to your bedroomand the ever luminous gaze of your eyespools of brownwith the remnants of burnt chemicalsswirling around usand i wish just once morethat i had known back thenjust how much you'd hurt me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustMeJordan/2076830/ I like to keep just a pinch of stars in my pocketso that when dusk comes I can light up the worldand all that once seemed dim is now showered in lightI like to keep a handful of summer rain in my bootsso that when the drought comesI've got a bit of that familiar life bringing nectarl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustMeJordan/1898140/ and the sea as wellfights to come in during low tidethe waves crashand the underwater life keeps swimmingunaware that anything is differentunaware of the storm on the surfaceand the ocean fights for them so they can breath in the liquid airso crucial to their survivaland the sea .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustMeJordan/1898139/ I perpetually feel like my chest is in an infinite hiccupbecause I can breath but the air is caught in my chestand I'm just waiting for it to come rushing outlike blood oozing from a woundor like a train finally coming out of a dark tunnel into the light http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustMeJordan/1898129/ since I'm not exactly sure what I am, I suppose I will put on a facade as the generic troubled poetbecause it's what I knowand I suppose I will take on the role of a humble musicianbecause it's what I knowI've spent so long thinking I've been wearing masks of other people or thingsbu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustMeJordan/1898045/ I may be homeless in this home home I built with youand I may have a hole in the sky we builtand nowadays there may be more tears than rainbut I will live even while I am dying and I will die and live againand love againbecause though you're gone... you would want me to live on. fo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustMeJordan/1898043/ beauty has been compromised by lustbecause although you still have the most beautiful and unique eyes I have ever had the fortune of seeingyou also have an old soul, a vindictive spirit, and the record for most heartbreaks of a single individual... me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustMeJordan/1898036/ today i will go on an adventure.today i will go on an adventure to see all that is to be seenin the very depths of my heartand in the lowest craters of my soulbecause there is much to be seen.i will set sail and navigate the seas of my mindi will stumble through the lush jungles of my insecuritiesbu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustMeJordan/1897659/ maybe in a million years when we're all stars slowly burning outyou'll remember why we were here in the first placeit's because of nothing short of a miracleand it's so that we can eternally flee from things we feel don't fit in our livesbut even though we fleewe also have to find something to belie.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustMeJordan/1897361/ her eyes shone bright as a thousand blank screensand as she danced in the night i fell for herthat summer sent me into a spin that would rattle me to the coreand as we walked to the lookout i knew that i had to kiss herit seems funny to me because we only met over complimenting each other's shirtsan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustMeJordan/1897336/ you.your eyes shined in such a way that made every other person on this planet simultaneously sighbecause they couldn't be quite as good as youyour laugh stirred a warmth in me that i hadn't felt in quite some timeand your smile beamed through even my darkest momentsyour shyness was accompanied by y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustMeJordan/1895116/ at one point in my life had you asked me what in the world held the most beauty i would've told you it was the moon or the starsbut then i met youand when i look at you i see galaxies in your magnificenceand the moon in your smileand the stars in your eyesand i don't know which way is up and wh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustMeJordan/1894761/ This is a sonnet that I wrote for Creative Writing class. It's dedicated to the stars and to anyone with a distinct love for them. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustMeJordan/1894754/ Though you are goneYou are still here with meBecause though you're not in the body I came to knowYour spirit and love are still in my heartYou are my eyesYou are my skyAnd you are my guardianAnd the love I have for you is still overflowingI love you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustMeJordan/1894551/ heartbreak is my low and my lows are my highswith eyes full of tears i proclaimi am okaybut don't fretbecause though i am crying i really am okayor i will bei may be the equivalent of a shattered mirror in a bar bathroom right nowbut give it a few years' timeand who knows where i'll be http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustMeJordan/1894477/ three years ago the pitter patter of rain was a common experience outside the doornow the sun shines but it still feels like the rain was betteri'm stuck in the past and i know nothing can lastbut i still wish for those days even if the clouds swarmed and we drowned in the downpoursee, now there's n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustMeJordan/1894476/ I am the main character in a cautionary tale of woe and wonderAnd if I could pick my own ending I would but that's not how it worksSee some big d****e is sitting around smoking a stogeyAnd thinking up the next big adventure for JordanShould he be sad and learn a lesson? Should he be happy .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustMeJordan/1892969/ We met at a small pizza place in the town which I livedAs soon as I walked through the door your blue hair entered my visionAnd your looks hit me like a freight train on speed And you didn't notice meThere are a few reasons I noticed you. One. Your hair, of course. Two. Your eyes were .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustMeJordan/1892747/ somewhere inside of us alldeep down in our souli believenay, i knowthat there is an old man and a child raging against each othersee, the old man knows his weathered handsand his steely stormy blue sighthave seen so much more than the child's fresh eyesbut the child is consistently changing and evol.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustMeJordan/1892663/ I am a six foot three 19 year old punk rockerBut in my headI am a sensitive kid who is still trying to figure out themany secrets to unlocking the worldI am a hangnailClinging onto the very last fragmentsOf anything that means something to meAnd sometimes That’s j.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustMeJordan/1892486/ we fear the unknownwe fear the unknown because we as a human raceenjoy the comfort of work school and home like some kind of protective bubblewe live day to day using a kind of algorithma pattern for what our day is supposed to includeget up shower go to workwork hate work work some moredrive home e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustMeJordan/1892284/ this is my first poemthere are a few things you should know about my previous claimthis is not my first poemthis is my first poem because while i've written beforethere's a certain nuance to the practice and i've gotta keep goingotherwise there will be a lack of knowingand a lack of growingand .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustMeJordan/1892081/ i bought a david bowie record todayand as soon as i opened ittwo of the tracks skippedi guess that's the perfect metaphor for my lifeyanno i always try to be so upbeatlike some kind of perfected positivity prophetbut i can't be so f*****g chipper all the timenot because i'm so depressed but because .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustMeJordan/1892050/ when you ask me why i love you i don't know what to saybecause how am i supposed to tell youthat i've spent hours memorizing the shape of your faceand the lines around your eyes and mouththat your eyes contain whole worlds in which i've dwelled for what seems like many yearsthat your body is so perf.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustMeJordan/1891926/ i met a man on the docks of a shoreline of an island far away from herehis face was scarred and his soul shone with the color red even though his heart was bluehis eyes were dark and his crown was fallinghe had a hood pulled over his head and as he looked at me he parted his tattered lips which.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustMeJordan/1891921/ tonighti will change someone's lifefor the better.tonighti will take a riskand i will do something i've never done before.tonighti will look at life positivelybecause life is beautiful.tonighti will realize i am worth iti am worth it i am worth it i am worth it.tonighti will fall in lovenot with ano.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustMeJordan/1891904/ i was 16that day was just supposed to be a normal daynothing specialnobody speciali went to your brother's birthday partythere was a total of seven people thereyour brother, your mother, your father, my friend, your friend...you and i.as the noises ragedcake cutting and music and the sounds of my gu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustMeJordan/1891878/ i'm a self-inflictedcease/desistedcase of the bluesin this case i mean that all i care aboutis being sadbut i continuously care aboutnot being sadsee, this is the contradictory irony of it alli can wallow in my sadnessand still say that i'm happyi can jump for joyand still claim miseryi am the poste.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustMeJordan/1891867/ on the dark dawn of the brightest dayin the light of a gas station's windowsthe scent of cigarette smoke the sound of punki sat there with my hands at my sides my head leaning against the unforgiving brick wallthe biluminous waste of my pick of poison rising from my handentering and exitin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustMeJordan/1891862/ There are a few things you should know about tomorrow 1. Tomorrow will never come 2. Tomorrow is coming too quickly3. Tomorrow everything will be different http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustMeJordan/1891858/ i started typing a message to youbut i deleted it half way throughfuck itwhy would you care if i miss youwhy would you care if i still love youit's 3:45 a.m.i'm listening to the songs that remind me of youand burning incenseand thinking of youbut why would you careso i'll just sit here and think of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustMeJordan/1891632/ i've waited for you for a million yearsbut i've only known you for three thousand six hundred secondsi can't stop staring at you across this dark loud roomi don't even really know youi literally just introduced myself and asked for a cigarettestupid stupid stupidsmoking is s****y for you anywaymaybe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustMeJordan/1891285/ the past is the pastthe present is the presentthe future is unforeseeablethe past is impossible to changeand the future is impossible to seeso f****n live it up while you're in the presentfuck f**k fuckthe seconds you did that thing you just did are gonenow they're the pastfuckin hurry up dudetime's.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustMeJordan/1891282/ if 24 hours pass without me making anyone smilethen it was a wasted dayall i want is to make other people smileall i want is to make other people happy http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustMeJordan/1891271/ "You're just preaching to the choir"So? Maybe I've got some newfangled s**t they ain't ever heard of before http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustMeJordan/1891219/ I've never been to this placeThe ground is wet but it's not raining anymoreThere's a green pickup truckGrateful Dead license plateI'm listening to acoustic indie musicGuess that makes me some kinda hipsterCars are driving by, all at their own paceWhen is my dad gonna get backSitting .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustMeJordan/1891212/ there's a rose hanging upside down in a shattered porcelain stained glass vaseit sings of divinity it has no thorns but it has a sense of existentialism  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustMeJordan/1891180/ for example i am sick i am sick but i am not diseased   i am sick but i am not sick but i am diseased i've got tony hawk syndrome because i'm so sick     I HATE MYSELF FOR THAT JOKE i hate this            i haven't cared if i stopped breat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustMeJordan/1891177/ sometimes vegans need love toosurf and turf is just a fancy way of saying you can't decide if you want salt or more saltsleep with me i'm lonelycats are just miniature griffinscats are just furry little assholesbirds are not really birds if you don't want them to beoctober is the longest month becau.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustMeJordan/1891175/ i want your wingsi want to see you floating above me in the sunlight i want to hear you sing sweetly during the summer twilighti want you to want to kiss me with those ruby red soft lips of yoursi want to lay on the railroad tracks with you and listen to the whistle of passing bugs while the su.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustMeJordan/1891172/ I f*****g love myself. I f*****g adore myself. All my values but also my flaws.I love that my teeth aren't straight. And that I'm super awkward. That I make jokes that nobody laughs at. And that I'm very tall and chubby.  I love that my hair is always a weird color or s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustMeJordan/1891136/ Is that an airplane or a car? When I was younger I lived in paradise. The town was called Leola. Born and raised. It was a very small town. Not quite country, not quite city, not quite farmland. A mix of all three. Some stew of a place. Take a handful of cattle, some factories, a bit o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustMeJordan/1890584/ I stand here as the cold warm summer winter rain falls from the heavens and finds its way into my memories of you. A rainstorm is such a cliché yet somehow perfect symbol for the umbrella you held up, but which got carried away in gusts of gusto and flights of fights. The pitter patter of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustMeJordan/1890451/ What is poetry?Poetry is a means of getting out all that blind hatred.Or a way to get out those dumb thoughts you have; to put them on paper.See, I have dumb thoughts too.What if dolphins had arms and did breaststrokes?What if mushrooms were called Flimbles?As i write the word Flimbles, my computer .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustMeJordan/1890447/ This is a poem I wrote for my creative writing class, and I hold it very dearly. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustMeJordan/1889818/ Roses are redViolets are overratedWe grew apart with timeAnd I f*****g hate it.You were my loveAnd I was your knightBut then I was your hateAnd you were my spite.It may not have been alwaysMeant to be,But something about that timeStill resonates in meSo now roses are blackAnd violets are graySo I'll.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JustMeJordan/1889175/