Jordan Usher
Bio
Delve into the repertoire that is my memories, sickening the thought you won’t remember me. Ready the words I lay comfort and positivity as much as possible for future selves. I leave you; me in pieces as my energy flow throughout you.
Stories (7/0)
Tuned In
The city is always so lively with the unmistakable sounds it brings. Smack talk for the regular Joe as he sips his coffee, early this morn. Birds chirping along my way as the melody flows through my system as resonating song of Bob Marley plays a tune in my memories’ bank. “This is my message to you...” your suddenly waved down for some change. The change that can possible make a change. Positivity rising as you descend to the station where everything seems to come together.
By Jordan Usher 4 years ago in Beat
Zombies
Creeping along the dreary street. Among the parked cars and trashed area. Twilight strikes and then; glistening fractures upon the floor. Shrieking and crackling beneath her “J’s.” The after silence brings nothing but a gentle breeze...”are you, ok?” I whisper. She nods yes. We survey the area. Looking back, her eyes show me fear, clasping my hand. To move forward I put the reassurance in mine.
By Jordan Usher 4 years ago in Humans
Yuuuurr
See you...reach out, arms extended. Comprehension, intensive-ly comprehensive-ly swimming deep-ly beneath the surface. Refractions bend by the dimension of this world. Perpetual And Neglecting that I also live among the others above the clouds, passing beyond the stratosphere also living on land.
By Jordan Usher 4 years ago in Poets
Zone
Grow up, not knowing he had so many feelings. He wish that he could’ve expressed himself. Test-himself, yes-he-did. Acting like a big boy after all those years. But that only lead to depression, oppressing the emotions of an angry kid. Lost a cousin to the life; he never thought he’d live. He said “god forgive” then lost another three members of the family. He never thought he’d live
By Jordan Usher 4 years ago in Poets
Bleed Out
Out of body projection; laying upon the floor as emotions run deeper. Into skin like sharp blades intoxicating the feel. He bleeds out in fear never shedding tears into pools of red. Pour some more liquor in it and dive in it. Feels like drowning; “out of sight, out of mind.” Must be a freaking poltergeist. Steam and mist; eating the sunny side up in a bowl of rice.
By Jordan Usher 4 years ago in Poets
