“It wasn’t in the words we exchanged, Rather the looks we gave. Our minds left us standing on the edge of the walls we built years ago. The power of our longing to say what we couldnt was matched only by our hearts and bodies as we welcomed each other as something deep down pulled us in. This silent void between our guarded spoken words was filled by a simple curious smile, hand wave like the tail of dragon guarding her most valuable treasures and flirtatious glare that could ignite the room, its was beautiful in its own regard as it was perilous. Each step we would take the next time we lay our eyes upon each-other, with stares could only start wars, for she was my Helen of troy, my red beautiful dragon. For that enough left me shook to my core for every silent moment felt like a war brewing between us. That war was coming to fruition and we would be the spark that started it all. For it was tragedy so dark and we found a light in the flames of our hearts”
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Jordan A. Burgh
i write quotes based of my life as seen through my mental illnesses, i share most of my writings in snippets and quotes. follow my instagram for more posts @jordan_burgh
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The Interrogation
Some well seasoned bar veteran sat down next to me an one day after observing me at the bar lately. He abruptly shifted all focus to me and simply asked me, “what makes you happy? Why are you the way you’ve been these last few month. Why do You come here and just sit silently. Like seen something unforgettable and clearly some unforgivable?” I answered initially with this feeling I cant seem to replicate any way. This feeling I never knew how to describe or even could find words for. As I told this old head at the the bar packed with music blasting in the distance, that hopefully drowned out the sorrow in my voice. He hung on to every syllable that followed as I spoke with at first the biggest lies I ever told to hide my now mended heart. Mended poorly with just a small improvised bandage like the ones worn by soldiers made of cotton and loosely tied up. Yet he persisted in his interrogation. Finally giving into to his brutal questions no one asked me before. If not for those aforementioned question, I snapped into a serious a tone. Ive tried to hard replicate such a vocal tone since and have failed. The moments that followed I answered as honest I could after the lies betrayed me for so long before. Trust me, I tried to dodge such interrogations with everything I possibly could’ve come up. Simply I caved and let my heart. Opening this door to a man who now knew I hid behind more layers the most, Something about this old marines interrogation, broke through to a man than rarely gave in like this. To me, Ill never forget what I said “Ill never have it again” was the first words out of my mouth. Even as I write my heart out, trying to replicate the story of an interrogation of the deepest kind of emotion that couldn’t have ran deeper It unfolded before my eyes that night. All I remember was talking about a night, spent cuddle on a couch and I saw things. Crazy enough, I saw my future ten year from now, twenty from now. I saw it all in her eyes. I described in such detail from where I sat. I saw things in her eyes, Ill most likely never see again. I remember what we watched, the music that played, the feeling I felt and most importantly the future I saw. Ill never see that future again and thats what tore me apart the deepest. I saw this future, and a most importantly I saw home and a person I wished stayed. As a tear rolled down from this man eye, all he could do is buy me a shot and shake my hand and said “well put”. What i said under my breath, i simply went “I wish somebody would just stay a while longer.” For I am so tired of starting over and over and with new faces with the same eyes.
By Jordan A. Burgh4 years ago in Poets
If You Write A Book, Don’t Tell Anyone
There are days when I’m grateful Amazon doesn’t tell me specifically who has bought my book and who hasn’t. If they did, I would be heartbroken when I read the list and noticed all the important names in my life were not on my list of customers.
By Ellen Frances7 days ago in Writers
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