tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26693211037548638982024-03-14T04:17:24.689-07:00Jordynn Leigh.JordynnLeigh;http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243939994891369209noreply@blogger.comBlogger78125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2669321103754863898.post-13344750038889003692011-03-27T16:47:00.000-07:002011-03-27T16:49:22.160-07:00itll fill you with confidence and leave you with no time<br />the trouble with getting out is where would you go<br />this wall is too hard to stand up against<br />and i find myself falling deeper in this trap<br />running towards nothing isnt scary when you dont have a better plan<br /><br /><br /><br />//edit: this jacket is so warm<br />im still not ready to leave<br />time is still gone<br />maybe we are tooJordynnLeigh;http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243939994891369209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2669321103754863898.post-31156113763067174772011-03-27T00:18:00.000-07:002011-03-27T00:19:55.832-07:00there should be swings by the sea<br />id go and kick my thoughts around in the sand<br />and maybe if youre lucky the tide will wash you away<br />and ill sit on the swing and not move<br />and hear you from the echoes that whisper so loudly<br />at bay<br />the ocean holds all the secrets<br />youll be the lastJordynnLeigh;http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243939994891369209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2669321103754863898.post-59637427532575136202011-03-17T23:11:00.001-07:002011-03-17T23:11:21.676-07:00lights.<br />lights.<br />lights.<br />im home.JordynnLeigh;http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243939994891369209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2669321103754863898.post-29954890493238168542011-02-26T21:23:00.000-08:002011-02-26T21:25:33.936-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwk59BUQ-tvap-JTS0poEqAQv-SQHehuPrsz67_8YyucbDdLvz2dSSnRmg6KZOKkHljmu6FPyauHjF2MVgFcFhs1xHPpBsPUHv7Q_XaV097fhQeQWF1js1Gl__XDDCdmFdbfp6G7NaK1-P/s1600/Hands.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwk59BUQ-tvap-JTS0poEqAQv-SQHehuPrsz67_8YyucbDdLvz2dSSnRmg6KZOKkHljmu6FPyauHjF2MVgFcFhs1xHPpBsPUHv7Q_XaV097fhQeQWF1js1Gl__XDDCdmFdbfp6G7NaK1-P/s320/Hands.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578235903810380882" border="0" /></a><br />what are you when youre not around? ----oooooooof everything that you could be, you chose to sit there and melt in the sun with that circle skirt too see-through to make a point.JordynnLeigh;http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243939994891369209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2669321103754863898.post-26803067556167088942011-02-05T23:55:00.000-08:002011-02-06T00:03:44.986-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj32Q1_krbend5h30NKEW0OOSrKqMRaupRL_tnh6fc8bV1bNkF-0RFH_OTLRBhFGh_IdU8hUacS_4YzTBP-G8DrNyPrznLtyLBKJLfgLz-7vFxoA382_VsokZgaLKb57B71hbQU1yzJiekp/s1600/cherry+blossom.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj32Q1_krbend5h30NKEW0OOSrKqMRaupRL_tnh6fc8bV1bNkF-0RFH_OTLRBhFGh_IdU8hUacS_4YzTBP-G8DrNyPrznLtyLBKJLfgLz-7vFxoA382_VsokZgaLKb57B71hbQU1yzJiekp/s320/cherry+blossom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570483016761294530" border="0" /></a>pulsing at your own rate when will you stop<br /><br />//edit: coming through the door unannounced-too much stress makes your footsteps louder<br />wanting to go back to yesterday starting tomorrowJordynnLeigh;http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243939994891369209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2669321103754863898.post-90904394657154545082011-01-17T15:48:00.001-08:002011-01-17T15:50:39.990-08:00you are a ghost representing all misfortune and misguidance// youve become a part of this spiral <br/> that descends into sheer nothingness. black eyes seek black places and the only outcome is a room stenching of black souls. feed into it and maybe you'll live but you'll probably die if you make it out alive.<div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5</div>JordynnLeigh;http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243939994891369209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2669321103754863898.post-10096231269603485622010-12-08T23:14:00.001-08:002010-12-08T23:19:09.477-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZFaEOpTLbwrWStvOq0q29UTMP0RgUtVLSZkHwVxzJ4ijwX0vS5BXXZK4ufT-LcXrmwy_FB_R6k322R8YzLFIh-Am-rONsHa0upab9p4Cv1Cs2FGm48pDw5KkdSJipszVWqqBD8keVmJbq/s1600/sky.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZFaEOpTLbwrWStvOq0q29UTMP0RgUtVLSZkHwVxzJ4ijwX0vS5BXXZK4ufT-LcXrmwy_FB_R6k322R8YzLFIh-Am-rONsHa0upab9p4Cv1Cs2FGm48pDw5KkdSJipszVWqqBD8keVmJbq/s320/sky.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548577465212588386" border="0" /></a>tristful in your ways -- you could fit in my puzzle but only sometimes.JordynnLeigh;http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243939994891369209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2669321103754863898.post-6014753632200419982010-11-25T09:55:00.000-08:002010-11-25T10:00:02.477-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO5SuabuYPyrpqbEgf3gYxlUDe3u-FZNjD0XvmhCH75K7qIa25WeCks9TYDobDIiUNEZx9txFMh1irjUSGgKrgzq9i5xsOYFxeiH3FHbEle8nT8lN0vriVqq_MIo-zcnbQUOjblOYlfkHh/s1600/barssss.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543547493735301394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO5SuabuYPyrpqbEgf3gYxlUDe3u-FZNjD0XvmhCH75K7qIa25WeCks9TYDobDIiUNEZx9txFMh1irjUSGgKrgzq9i5xsOYFxeiH3FHbEle8nT8lN0vriVqq_MIo-zcnbQUOjblOYlfkHh/s320/barssss.jpg" /></a><br />this silence is hilarious.<br /><strong>don't ever spin in circles because they never ever end. </strong>JordynnLeigh;http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243939994891369209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2669321103754863898.post-38542908289502940472010-11-09T00:20:00.000-08:002010-11-09T00:22:30.976-08:00i know its here somewhere -<br />worn down by all the different shapes that move in and out of that doorway.<br />it scrapes and burns for maybe a second and then i realize that maybe i didnt need to turn that corner but the feet have already been misled.JordynnLeigh;http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243939994891369209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2669321103754863898.post-63574718435586487882010-11-08T01:38:00.000-08:002010-11-08T01:39:02.131-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHhb7nwuJ1g0uE5ZItZFB3sGqqSG2m6ZnLoUv93tOYKKa-IkfgrvZBaPEsbcllWm0wPWwKuD4JUnERjhH9G3kkQEAxtbg8cFCcmaR2QwkrbhMWEWe__lXBbwBFr8YK3tx0_RYOHOl0aDaM/s1600/leaves.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHhb7nwuJ1g0uE5ZItZFB3sGqqSG2m6ZnLoUv93tOYKKa-IkfgrvZBaPEsbcllWm0wPWwKuD4JUnERjhH9G3kkQEAxtbg8cFCcmaR2QwkrbhMWEWe__lXBbwBFr8YK3tx0_RYOHOl0aDaM/s320/leaves.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537110981607323554" border="0" /></a>youre making this so easy<br />so at ease we'll make.JordynnLeigh;http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243939994891369209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2669321103754863898.post-37191388723570973912010-11-07T18:37:00.000-08:002010-11-07T18:38:40.556-08:00it almost makes sense but no one really cares.<br />speaking of, why are you even thinking ?JordynnLeigh;http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243939994891369209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2669321103754863898.post-39006048377034721792010-11-04T19:37:00.001-07:002010-11-04T19:37:49.472-07:00now its time to resolve the issues at hand with spinning fingers<br />about face/////// done.JordynnLeigh;http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243939994891369209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2669321103754863898.post-28972268596496626052010-10-31T17:19:00.000-07:002010-10-31T17:20:17.581-07:00what's important is obviously left unsaid<br />the night is cacklingJordynnLeigh;http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243939994891369209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2669321103754863898.post-25586051501841486672010-10-31T00:10:00.000-07:002010-10-31T00:11:03.724-07:00she was awake<br />but nothing made sense<br />sit in that chair and ponder<br />till you can hear the unmuted soundJordynnLeigh;http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243939994891369209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2669321103754863898.post-65607678078364157642010-10-26T14:58:00.000-07:002010-10-26T14:59:23.200-07:00a sleepness comes like a sickness providing the room with an abundance of coffee stains<br />there is no need for a visual because everything has diedJordynnLeigh;http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243939994891369209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2669321103754863898.post-14221679071491442722010-10-18T15:40:00.001-07:002010-10-18T15:41:15.081-07:00i hate when you wear your heart on that shirt. seriously. go fucking change.JordynnLeigh;http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243939994891369209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2669321103754863898.post-86763707495782388552010-10-12T23:52:00.000-07:002010-10-12T23:54:25.648-07:00your mouth is so big cas the world is too small for you.<br />you can't fit that gaping hole through the window.<br />everything is ending, no one knows where to begin.<br />i might, and maybe you could too.JordynnLeigh;http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243939994891369209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2669321103754863898.post-38740505777459022112010-10-08T15:19:00.000-07:002010-10-08T15:27:21.525-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAvDctm2KAYmFEJ2w6Tm3IB8qqNskJrmmGTO2qS76TBZk6YGDU92YpZf4V3pL6ehAvGElzAC3rzaNfmDWcaniNxfN3xn7H7gDrzSuHBZPrvm9TpYYU5PoELefFrl-cZSHnrUIbJjYr9CVg/s1600/street.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAvDctm2KAYmFEJ2w6Tm3IB8qqNskJrmmGTO2qS76TBZk6YGDU92YpZf4V3pL6ehAvGElzAC3rzaNfmDWcaniNxfN3xn7H7gDrzSuHBZPrvm9TpYYU5PoELefFrl-cZSHnrUIbJjYr9CVg/s320/street.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525805405553937362" border="0" /></a><br />the box could be open<br />but why would i ever want it to be<br /><br /><br /><br />//edit: among these is the line ive refused to walk<br />now its too thin. too late.JordynnLeigh;http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243939994891369209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2669321103754863898.post-65571683533721095152010-09-01T23:43:00.000-07:002010-09-01T23:46:29.829-07:00how fuckin fast are you goin ? that horizon almost makes me sick. why can't I touch it ? there aint any wind either and im tired of takin the same exits. please let us drop you off here, your feet can finish where your mouth started runnin.JordynnLeigh;http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243939994891369209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2669321103754863898.post-28059686082292803112010-08-25T14:38:00.000-07:002010-08-25T14:40:38.627-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyYxN_fJoyzS17eO_GHwHfDMMMGMi7iRrdbYHgjt2ZdMA9Q7Z2KC3GyZ34-Rki-6sdGhKat5D7IW5cik6cqJFhwDG8Sk_iCMIzZXSXOLXNbIDuToJegI5aKYRE-qckaT5ZiBkD66hhcBMd/s1600/mushies.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509465155935839602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyYxN_fJoyzS17eO_GHwHfDMMMGMi7iRrdbYHgjt2ZdMA9Q7Z2KC3GyZ34-Rki-6sdGhKat5D7IW5cik6cqJFhwDG8Sk_iCMIzZXSXOLXNbIDuToJegI5aKYRE-qckaT5ZiBkD66hhcBMd/s320/mushies.jpg" /></a> 90 in a 45, i could jump. feeling breathless with no taste. i've circled this place many times, and the only conclusion that i've came up with is that you're not as good as your word. imploring footsteps in the dust, i could fly. we could.<br /><div></div>JordynnLeigh;http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243939994891369209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2669321103754863898.post-82948187463131138232010-08-04T18:01:00.000-07:002010-08-04T18:07:26.526-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXBBozoVB2VtmhmIiBnqDRFOpow9GfykTAVhEiEQUSM174v5HQaJZ5lY8CSwuJABLEisOapWnaWsmTf_cVzDSVqvc1L6N4aoh5spXyqeEJMFNMs_NZl4Vhyl3327RE8ilin8e7LFCTrwIF/s1600/jellllllly.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXBBozoVB2VtmhmIiBnqDRFOpow9GfykTAVhEiEQUSM174v5HQaJZ5lY8CSwuJABLEisOapWnaWsmTf_cVzDSVqvc1L6N4aoh5spXyqeEJMFNMs_NZl4Vhyl3327RE8ilin8e7LFCTrwIF/s320/jellllllly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501725199965667282" border="0" /></a>accordions on the window panes block the real seasons. i would sit here all day but I couldn't.JordynnLeigh;http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243939994891369209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2669321103754863898.post-48523224109527758192010-08-03T13:07:00.000-07:002010-08-03T13:12:57.095-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-xwaX9TPbRnN-uRGWTI8wgBR4flbHLf-d3hbM7jQiVMIJ6yYqlofXfiqfun1BuetglNy2XwfB2RLm8FdWHiZfoaly2CIyFusfFT-5Y-v7E4rn6dFseGLynYmBqnWR430ukL_7RctJLQ0b/s1600/new.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-xwaX9TPbRnN-uRGWTI8wgBR4flbHLf-d3hbM7jQiVMIJ6yYqlofXfiqfun1BuetglNy2XwfB2RLm8FdWHiZfoaly2CIyFusfFT-5Y-v7E4rn6dFseGLynYmBqnWR430ukL_7RctJLQ0b/s320/new.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501277787946911122" border="0" /></a>i was thinking really hard about the things you never say and that even if you were to say them, i wouldn't have been paying attention. one more hit, let's bounce.<br /><br />//edit: then it started growing rapidly up the wall, and i thought that the sun had made friends with the shadows. oh how it hurts to be wrong.JordynnLeigh;http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243939994891369209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2669321103754863898.post-45736557111835123942010-07-04T00:30:00.000-07:002010-07-04T00:32:22.083-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzAZ-jwwQN6h0C6wx8dsB_EW7xhNJRWMPqHlY6ATn40Ht_Yc8-xNlVct70yO_g6OvTnZ1-OEw1wI1kVRTmQNvfrX0NplZBGSwQgNvUVqXq6UtLgzyQ9SB8rusLbj8PRUtQQDIXKcfNu3pd/s1600/cokkkkke.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489950189980708818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzAZ-jwwQN6h0C6wx8dsB_EW7xhNJRWMPqHlY6ATn40Ht_Yc8-xNlVct70yO_g6OvTnZ1-OEw1wI1kVRTmQNvfrX0NplZBGSwQgNvUVqXq6UtLgzyQ9SB8rusLbj8PRUtQQDIXKcfNu3pd/s320/cokkkkke.jpg" /></a> what else am i supposed to say ? you're only falling over because it's what everyone expects. breathing with your mouth wide open is so much easier. don't make this any harder than it is. top drawer, to the left, you'll find what you're looking for. why does this remind me so much of my youth ?<br /><div></div>JordynnLeigh;http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243939994891369209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2669321103754863898.post-18828858845707428322010-06-07T20:24:00.000-07:002010-06-07T20:28:54.563-07:00its semi curvy and light<br />its like white arms embracing<br />the ones that have never been held.<br />its as round as a coin on the street,<br />and it's in your hands.<br />i'm tellin you man, it's in your hands.JordynnLeigh;http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243939994891369209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2669321103754863898.post-81636490807886538372010-05-24T07:31:00.000-07:002010-05-24T07:38:09.563-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW3CZwOCORB-FoQtbCy2xAJUZ23X9wIMMfvv3W85mr3yi-ry86Kzc5AxEILDewIMnWK17xJJoP8ilTTXqTxjdyB8BR9shitDHY8OHlKZy-bk6S3KYuodf2VX6m7EA7vs-GP5fKDLPzjLeI/s1600/brazen.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW3CZwOCORB-FoQtbCy2xAJUZ23X9wIMMfvv3W85mr3yi-ry86Kzc5AxEILDewIMnWK17xJJoP8ilTTXqTxjdyB8BR9shitDHY8OHlKZy-bk6S3KYuodf2VX6m7EA7vs-GP5fKDLPzjLeI/s320/brazen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474844225870282530" border="0" /></a>brazen replies implore new concepts that sit right there where the sun meets the earth. i'll never reach there and walking down the road to find you in the middle of nowhere is nothing like finding a needle in a haystack. the heat rises to the windows and instead of acting vulnerable, it's more feasible to become adamant. demand your right, your throne, and let everyone else suffer. it only serves us right to get what we give.JordynnLeigh;http://www.blogger.com/profile/13243939994891369209noreply@blogger.com