Queen Jordan
Bio
A catapillar surrounded by butterflies
•with patience my true beauty will show•
Stories (13/0)
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We aren’t where I want us! You continue to push the buttons that I place in front of you. Is it because you set standards that I reluctantly follow? Is it reluctant if it eventually works to my advantage? I’m sorry that I’m not a mastermind. I made contingencies for my failures. Moments where I wait and others where I follow a constant loop expecting change. You look me in my eyes to ask simple questions. My frustration isn’t the answer he enjoys hearing.
By Queen Jordan12 months ago in Journal
Anchors
The smallest disturbance can cause a ripple to shake the balance in the hands of justice. Breaking away at the familiarity of our world and opening our minds. We must embrace what isn’t normal to achieve greatness. To also dance with danger, even if the outcome is most vicious. The notorious and infamous will only prolong this planet with new discoveries and inventions. Many have died in the name of progress to insure the definite possibilities of futurism. Never underestimate a soul, for the greatest minds can be formed in anyone. Our world was hidden in the shadows for eons; only dreaming of meeting new life in the unknown we call outer space. Longing for communication to prove there is life outside our own atmosphere. What we do with this information is uncertain. Training for a potential war may be the approach we have to take. We plan to have our new discoveries succumb to our way of living. Maybe that way of thinking is what got us in trouble from the beginning.
By Queen Jordan4 years ago in Serve
The King
"Wasting away on a bronze thrown and an iron crown. What must I do to gain respect? Fear is the answer, destroy their wonderous hills. Put poison in their gleaming rivers. They shall suffer and come to me to seek a warm smile. A 'hello', an 'I will help you, my child'. I must be the one to demand more than land, but servants and money. To have power bestowed on me. My crown gold with shiny stars. Silky garments to show my royalties. A lovely maiden to hang on my arm while she exudes beauty. I shall wake up in a room with a warm bath drawn. A plate with freshly picked fruit will await me there. An army that breaths fury with a build of boulders from the highest mountain. A warlord who lives to kill those that defy me. When I look over my balcony, I'll be welcomed with the smiles of my people."
By Queen Jordan6 years ago in Families
Misfit
I am the misfit with a name that I never grew into. Hands are made tough for furniture building. Hair made thick to protect my head from every fall I take. I am that clumsy, too much of a klutz for my own good. Legs made strong for walking miles and carrying baggage that doesn’t have my name on it. No matter how hard I tried my fingers refuse to let go. Eyes wide to watch what I must protect. Which isn’t much since my heart is a one bedroom apartment. But my mind has guest rooms with balconies and a Queen size mattress with a dresser underneath it. A strange apartment complex where each tenant has an unusual hobby that could get them kicked out. But their entertaining, so I keep them. They are my misfit personalities. A hodgepodge of what I want to be and want others expect me to be.
By Queen Jordan6 years ago in Poets
The Missing Clocktower
Ding! A bell that I am very familiar to, I greet it every day with a good morning and it continues to ding. So loud it’s as if he wants everyone to hear his boisterous ringing telling them to wake up. How else would we get to places on time? I see him through my window standing tall with pride. Strong-willed without a care in the world. Knowing only a fool would think less of him. Lucky for us he does not hold a grudge.
By Queen Jordan6 years ago in Poets
Honeysuckles
The sound of my boots crushing the autumn leaves sends a feeling of relief. The amusing sound of autumn reminds me of the crisp air and smiling pumpkins. Sounds of children fill the forest even though all I could see was brown and orange. I’m alone. In fact, I’m accompanied by my thoughts and hums. A tune we are all too familiar with:
By Queen Jordan6 years ago in Families
Orange Skies
The silence hasn’t stopped since my last breath has escaped my mouth. I ease into my morning face. “No real being will love my impurities. They cannot see me as a half melted candle surrounded by wilted rosebuds. Too young to be so dull. For a rose, my age should resonate with red wine across my face. A beautiful frame to complement my locks of hair. My fingers warm with bright yellows and murals of the highest glory. I am neither acceptable as the maiden of the strongest man nor the maid of a young farm handle.”
By Queen Jordan6 years ago in Humans
Rippled Paradise
I have found my safe haven, my spirit world. I followed the ghost into their past. Their clues showed me my future. The golden gate closes softly. How do they know how long until it opens again? The ripples make peace between the boats and water. The school of fish forms a line for food. When it's spotted the fastest one gets a meal. How can they tell the fish, how can they tell that people watch them? Amazed by their color. Live for their taste. Ripples. One problem can cause a shift to all. Nature and its multiple colors. The shades of blue to green. The blend in contrast to the most opposite colors. I need this place. I have found my peace.
By Queen Jordan6 years ago in Poets
White Friends
A relationship between black and white people have always been proof that friendship has no color. It's about personality and understanding of each other's cultures. I come from a community where the majority are African American. I only ever had one white friend in my whole life. To see how quickly I made friends with people that don’t look like me; it’s a relief. I go to a college in Providence. The black to white ratio is way different than in Philadelphia. I was aware of that when I applied to go there. With everything going on in the news I have created an irrational mindset. The mindset that I would automatically become an outcast. That I would have to deal with racial slurs and social inequality. Of course, some of you may be thinking “Miss, don’t you think you’re overreacting?”. Providence was a stranger to me, so I prayed that it would be welcoming.
By Queen Jordan6 years ago in Humans