http://slow.writerscafe.org/jordan_desurne The original writings of author Jordan M. DeSurne en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776004808 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 This is the first poem I've actually written in a year or two. There's a lot of pent-up feelings and regrets in it, and I think I -might- actually be proud of it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jordan_desurne/763047/ Blah blah, I'm depressed, blah. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jordan_desurne/466409/ A frayed loop, lying in broken hands - Cut short, as a life wastedFingers dancing along tightly-wound seagrassIn the end, did I make the right choice?We scurry along, like mindless antsVictims of conformity and the hivemindTrunk, metasoma, arms and legs identicalMarching uniform, to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jordan_desurne/455547/ Just something for fun, I suppose. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jordan_desurne/453251/ I have given up the craft of short stories. This story, along with the rest, are dead to me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jordan_desurne/397687/ The title's not generic at all, is it? :P http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jordan_desurne/381139/ Part two of my poem series doohickey. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jordan_desurne/380605/ I have since given up the craft of the short story. This, along with the rest of my pieces, are dead to me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jordan_desurne/370181/ The following is what I hope to be a science-fiction themed poem, written and uploaded in various installments. The poems will be relatively short, as I don't want to get off on some strange, insane rambling fit and lose what I've got going. Enjoy! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jordan_desurne/306447/ Short but sweet, I suppose. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jordan_desurne/259500/ Short, but 'sweet'. I'm not one for erotica, so I figured I'd cut it off and tease a little. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jordan_desurne/214494/  Incantations from R’lyeh (poem)                                           &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jordan_desurne/214492/ The only story that I've ever been proud of. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jordan_desurne/214491/ The shadowed figure creeps across the cobblestone street,Feet gently pattering;Pale hands shaking with delight.Young female, O young Polly, woe be unto thee! Cold steel flashes against flickering street lampsWolves' teeth pierce tender rabbit flesh,Blood seeping through cracks, li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jordan_desurne/214488/ Shining ruby eyes gaze upon the river winding like serpents,Emerald scales glinting and shining in the midday's hot sunSlaves labor in desolate fields, masters sing praises to the hissing behemothAnd the sun-disc still glows vibrantly, shining light above his divine uraeusSobek-Re,Sebek,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jordan_desurne/214486/ This eternal struggle;Falling down a bottomless hole, wrestling with eternity and consequenceMy feeble hands struggle against dark claws,Mind struggling with the ponderings of lies and truth.Familiar faces in the rocks twist and echo around my downward spiralScreeches of redemption and f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jordan_desurne/214482/ Flocks of emerald scales lazily float through the sky Leathery blue wing membrane, Making the grass dance under their ominous, fluttering shadow Infamous, mystic roars throb and pulse through my eardrum And mortal blue eyes watch As immortal golden hues scan the ground. Her saurian maw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jordan_desurne/214481/ Fear of what lies waiting;Outside these four safe walls,Eyes watchingEyes judgingDark undertones of agoraphobia whispering words of comfortThe bright light hurts my sheltered eyes,And I know the air is dirtyMan's baleful words which will never go unheard,No, I do not wish them to see.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jordan_desurne/214480/ A proposal not so trivial;A question failing to depart from quivering lips.Compliments of lingering anxiety,Taking residence In a house of bones and fleshWhile confidence sleeps on the street.Here I stand at edge of the world,Soft beauty and charm before meAn infamous standstill in t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jordan_desurne/214479/ Run,Run,Run away from the Shotgun Architect,Twelve gauge hammer and chisel in hand.Flee all you want,But you're still waltzing,In a ballroom of gunfire.Witness,His gory masterpiece,Being carved from life and flesh.Although you think running is an option,Th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jordan_desurne/214478/