On the edge of sleep
Ugh I can't sleep
If I go to sleep now I will have 7 hours and 14 minutes
I have to pee
What would happen if my house caught on fire right now?
DID I FINISH MY HOMEWORK?
Yeah I did...I think
Oh god what if I didn't?
My teacher will hate me forever
I will get an F in that class!
I should go check
But I'm all warm and cozy
I have to pee
What would happen if I just stopped going outside?
Would I die?
Nah no one needs the sun, right
Oh wait yeah vitamin D
I think I need a little Vitamin "D" myself haha
I have no life
I need to pee
Why am I here?
Like I didn't ask to be born or anything
I didn't ask for responsibilities
The only reason I'm here is because my parents got horny one night
Ewww don't think of that oh god stop
NEW TOPIC PLEASE
I wonder if humans are the aliens and animals are the native race on earth?
And we just sort of took over
I should be a scientist
Jordan Howe: Alien Scientist
Sounds pretty cool to me
I should contact NASA
I'd be the top alien scientist in the world
Maybe the only alien scientist...
Naw that's a lonely life no man is gonna want an alien scientist as a wife
I REALLY NEED TO PEE
but I'm so comfy....
Fire hoses
Water bottles
Fountains
SWIMMING POOLS
THE ATLANTIC OCEAN!!
Okay fine bladder I will get up
*flush*
Ah finally...now I can sleep
It's too hot
I will go turn on the fan
Ugh now it's too cold
Let's get another blanket
Ahhh that's nice
What time is it?
MIDNIGHT?
I have school tomorrow!
I need to wake up early!
Okay Jordan you can do this just concentrate
Go to sleep, go to sleep, go to sleep little-
What if teletubbies were real and that's where TV came from?
Stop it brain I'm trying to sleep!
One sheep
Two sheep
Three sheep
Four
Why didn't I shut my stupid door!!
Hey that was a good rhyme
I'm a poet and I didn't know it
Yeah
I'm cool
Yeah
Go tell tell the cool kids that they've got a poet
Me
It's cool to be a poet right?
Okay I seriously need to get to sleep
Close your eyes
Yeah that's nice
Why do I need to pee again
*flush*
Finally now I can sleep
Go to sleep
Go to sleep
Go to sleep little Jordan
Ugh I can't sleep!
a date with fiction.
Walking through the crooked gates, I held tight the picnic basket in one hand, and roses in the other. The petals were still crisp like their fragrance, a fresh welcome wafting up into the dreary gray sky. This was better than the constant smell of mud and rain.
The rich reds popped out from the grayscale scenery, the colors blending together into one somber mess. I was glad; I wanted you to stand out.
Stepping over the other stones and plaques, I reached you, the pristine white cross deep in the ground. As I sat down, I placed the roses in your place.
“It’s been a long time,” I greeted. “How are you?”
Silence. Just as expected.
I brought out a book from the basket. It was worn, filled with dog-ears and teardrops, but it still smelled like it was fresh from the bookstore.
“Remember this? How we first met?”
I could still recount it from the heart. From all the books piled on the shelves, I was drawn to it. Looking at the back, I was intrigued by such little words. At that moment, I was absorbed.
As soon as I went to the first page, I was hooked. My eyes devoured the print, while my fingers continuously flicked them. It was a race. All fast-paced. You should’ve seen me, just gasps and widened eyes. My eye bags are proof of the sleepless nights I laid, only wanting to know what came next.
“One more chapter,” I said. “It would be quick,” I said. Then boom! The cliffhanger attacked. With no other choice, I chugged down my coffee, preparing to soldier on. I was ready to do it all, because of you.
When you were first introduced, I didn’t know I would be so attached. Back then, you were just another character to me, I’m sorry to say that. But as you developed over the pages, I changed my mind.
“I’m happy to know you’re no longer being treated like trash.”
My face scrunched up, thinking of that damn author. Trying so hard to be powerful, throwing such precious characters away. Yes, it was powerful. It wrecked me, so I wrecked my surroundings. I threw the book to a wall. I consumed three boxes of tissues, filling up the trash bin. I was crying for god knows how long, suffocating under the numerous blankets I wrapped myself up in.
It took me a long time before I recovered—no—I never did.
The tears were coming back. Before I had a chance to wipe them away, they all came rushing down my face. So I let it all out. My sobs were loud, monstrous to the ears, but we were the only two here.
I carried on, thinking of your suffering. How you deserved better. The life you could’ve had. Imagine all that could’ve been written. Those pages are now incomplete, missing you, a vital element. All those ifs and beens are buried with you now.
The other characters may grieve for a while, and then move on to the next arc. But I’ll always be here, remembering you. I’ll keep you in my memories, so you’ll come to life once again, just as you should be.
I hugged the cross. “It’s okay, my love. It’s okay.”
BLACKIE
Blackie,
The little
Ferrell cat
That we feed
Came to visit
This afternoon
Acting like
Our patchy
Spring grass
Was a rich
Emerald lawn.
Today, she seemed
To drop her fear
And played with me.
She, somehow
Survived another winter,
Too fearful to use
The shelter we left
For her
On the back porch.
For her sake
I want summer
To be endless.
She hasn’t changed much –
Maybe there is
Small infinitesimal
Growth,
And I would
Love to
Crush her
Winter’s experience
And allow
Her to make
Her peace
In our place –
But I am
Allergic,
And just
Touching her
Made me
Swallow
A Benedryl.
Today, she was
Uncharacteristically friendly,
Gobbling her food
As I silently
Spoke to her
Telling her
That there’s
No need to
Feel afraid.
I am glad
That we could
Help her
And as we do
We help ourselves,
Feeling like
A night light
For creation.
As she left
The trees
Seemed to point
Everywhere.
She disappeared
In our urban
Neighborhood
Which must seem
Like electric woods,
From her perspective.
Then, I spotted
Her again
Hiding near
A neighbor’s garage.
Above, I noticed
Oblong clouds.
We seemed to
Communicate quietly –
She is more
Than a
Make believe
Friend,
And listens
To a
Poet’s song.
When Light Met Dark
He was the dark, as it usually goes.
She was the light, but not her own.
He begged for her body, but not her heart.
She longed to be his, his tasteless art.
He smoked in his free time, and slept on the clock.
She dreamed of his lips, and yearned for the shock.
He wasted his life, and to no avail.
She lived it for him, and to her he assailed.
Alone in the dark, she searched for a sign,
That he would be hers, until the end of time.
But when light met dark, the world submersed,
Those who were best, at being the worst.
