JORGAN

chronicles

the internal clock, it bends and breaks and leaves us in an empty space. the space of nothing real and ageless appeal; we constantly stay stuck to one number. bodies grow no more though minds become r...
Posted by JORGAN on Thu, 22 Nov 2007 02:49:00 PST

031007

I found this on my computer... wrote it a while ago but never posted it until now I guess! Too lazy to fix the punctuation, oops! if your cane will be my support, then i can't wait to grow old. what i...
Posted by JORGAN on Sat, 10 Mar 2007 11:09:00 PST

010507

"Don't leave yourself so wide open." A piece of advice I could never surrender to. A time of gigantic proportion I could not let my mind succumb to. A light I thought was once bright; now dangerous an...
Posted by JORGAN on Sat, 06 Jan 2007 09:36:00 PST

Hello, Summer

She came out swinging that Prada designer bag in the summer shine, pulling up those Roberto Cavilli shades to her forehead. Her smile was a mile wide glittered in one hundred percent pearls. Queen. Di...
Posted by JORGAN on Thu, 04 May 2006 08:18:00 PST

with, open arms (rip)

as insomnia takes over my life...my nights once again, i sit here and wonder what feelings are actually consuming me. instead of writing this in my lively journal, i write it here...for the fact that ...
Posted by JORGAN on Wed, 04 Jan 2006 01:57:00 PST

missing ends

these bones, these missing parts of me...   i've jumped into an abyss of nostalgia, grabbing old memories from the back of my mind and pulling them forward. mending the cracks and smoothing out t...
Posted by JORGAN on Fri, 02 Dec 2005 09:32:00 PST

his heart could explode

she holds her skeleton arms out at you, with shades of rose melting off her cheeks. eyes are backing up, following your movements as you press yourself against the wall, fear consuming you with drops ...
Posted by JORGAN on Mon, 07 Nov 2005 10:19:00 PST

i don't know you, but i still want to

it kills me to watch her weep against the cold concrete wall. tears soil her obscene make-up, as she's grabbing my shirt. i look scared, but i'm only startled. yelling something at me through perfect ...
Posted by JORGAN on Wed, 26 Oct 2005 11:31:00 PST

statue in the sky

black and hollow; sucked dry. ingredients to sorrow, one sheds nothing but worse possibilities on you. stuck between the desire of it, and aching; in the way. broken bones set into place of the scene,...
Posted by JORGAN on Wed, 05 Oct 2005 11:49:00 PST

10/3/05

rushing shadows cascade over the illuminated walls. we skip along the colors of paint, that rush against the cold concrete. distant sounds of our laughter, calmly ride the wind - which chases us as we...
Posted by JORGAN on Tue, 04 Oct 2005 07:47:00 PST