Blood fire and gold

sunsets on vast horizons

that don't fade and don't

shrink with dwindling

opportunity

immortality of thought

of creation without need

of reason

eternally conceiving the

fresh the new and the

relatable

insatiable craving to grow

never slow in groping for

the next thing

improving

chest heaving

aching

panting as legs churn

and muscles burn their

way into the beyond

no bond to tether

no leash to break

no smile to fake and no

thing at stake but

complacency hot on the

heels of shrieking nascency

a vow to be sustained

on the rich but fickle fuel

of creativity

Judgement is something that can't be avoided: you do it, I do it, even Obama does it. It's simply a quality that comes with thinking, and having opinions. But it's ridiculous that people can't do or wear anything without being judged. More specific than that: teenagers. We are constantly judging each other and being thrown into stereotypes: You wear nice clothes? You're trying too hard. You like black? You're emo and depressed. You like reading? You're a geek. You've had sex? You're a slut. People categorize us, and dish us out into groups based on everything we do. Girls can't get away with going to Starbucks anymore without being called a 'Typical White Girl'. So, what do I hunger for? I hunger for us to be able to look at each other, and see people: not stereotypes, not their stomachs sticking out over their jeans, just people. I want us to see how nice their smile is, how interesting they are to have a conversation with, how pretty they look in a certain top or color. I hunger for us to want to be people, not barbie dolls, and I hunger for that to not just be encouraged but truly accepted. We say so much these days that we think will make a difference in people's minds about judgement and stereotypes, but we don't take much of it to heart. The kids who tell you to love yourself could very well be crying themselves to sleep at night. The ones who tell you to be happy could be trying to convince themselves to be happy, too. Before I punch a wall, I conclude this piece with hopes that you not only heard me, but you listened. I hope you, too, hunger for us to accept one another, and just make peace with our brains so that when we JUDGE people, because it's bound to happen, we also SEE them. Because you never know, you might like what you see.

Tangible and intangible

Many things

I think one hundred words are a bit much

But I shall try

A list, of no less than sixty-three words

Butter

Reading Minds

Care

To be adored

Power

Knowledge

Baked potatoes

Pasta

World History

Learning

Friends

Eurovision

Music

Vocaloid

History in general

Steampunk

Anime

Hetalia

Europe

Maps

Globes

Geography

Mountains and rivers and streams

Colors

Black

Silver

Writing

Staying on Prose. for longer and longer

A mended heart

Peace

Action

Magic

Passion

Better hearing

Being able to speak all the languages of the world

Speaking French and Spanish and German and Danish

Love

FIN.

Nothing we do is ever good enough. We always need to do more. Set a goal? Do everything to make it happen. Attain it? Set another goal and aim towards it. You're always climbing, without ever being able to reach the ceiling.

We keep setting ourselves up for success and never failure, all the while never knowing what true success really is. Comparing ourselves to others, and often failing to look within ourselves; we make the materialistic culture succeed and slave ourselves day by day to gather meaningless trinkets. Always thinking and rationalizing that, eventually, after scaling so much, everything will pay off and we will be "happy." But that's also without knowing what "happiness" truly is.

After all, we are never satisfied and thus can never be fully "happy."

That's human nature I guess.

The feeling of my feet on new ground.

To be places that have never been seen.

Craving the chaos of the unknown.

Yearning for the embrace of loved ones.

They are so far from my dreams.

The need to see everything that can be seen.

Being drawn by the pull of settling down.

desirous of to many things in this world.

Hunger for balance in life.

Searching for a place in the middle.

To be nestled safe between.

Everything great, terrible, odd and mad.

A need for a place where all things meet.

Longing to live life completely.

That's all. Xoxo -jordann

After all these

years

of staying clean

and only smoking

grass,

waking up and

struggling

through reality

sober

is something

that still eats away

at my insides,

gnawing

at my brain.

I feel like I'm under the

influence

of some much worse,

much more

harsh

drug.

It feels concrete

and hopeless

and like everyone

else.

I can't stand it.

I am content with

a little grass

but if I don't have that

I will take anything to

fill that

void

inside me.

Being sober

is hell.

The most boring

and tiring

way to experience

reality.

It is truly

awful.

But

I'm under

the influence

at the moment.

Slightly.

Enough to ease that

monster inside

me.

All is well

until the time

comes

when I have nothing

to escape with.

No nourishment

for my hunger.

When I will retreat

into my dark room

to have my soul

slowly

sucked from my

body

in the most uncomfortable

way possible

and reality will burn into my eyes

and mind

and spirit

and it will be too much to fucking

bear.

Death seems like

a great feast

to a man

dying of

starvation,

like air to the

burning lungs

of the diver.

But I feel

in my bones

if I were to kill myself

I would come back into this

hell over and over.

So, I ponder of my

current age,

28,

and think,

"You're reaching the

halfway point, man!"

"Don't give up!"

"Don't be a bitch!"

"Stick it out

till the end."

And go

naturally

into that

next place

that I hope

is much more

tolerable

than this

one.

I hunger for life.

Not this life.

Rather, one worth living.

Not about earning a living.

We get so caught up on earning a living that we, somehow, forget to live. I work to sustain, but I hunger to live.

I have hungered to sustain.

That want for more seemed to breed...

More lack.

I stopped one day and thought about what I would like to do....

And did it.

At that point I realized that I had been living to work.

I work only to sustain nowadays.

I work for the needs.

And I do what I want.

I live.

Because it's what I hunger for.

I always dreaming of a happy ending

I dreamt of a man who definitely accept my flaws and my moodswings

The one who cherished anything with me

I'm not into a glamour extravagant life

I would rather choose to live in a simple life with him.

How was it possible to be with him

How we build this kind of relationship

He never accept

He never explained

I stood up waiting

I felt there must be a reason

A reason that faces the fact

That a happy ending will never be truly exists.

'Cause a once upon a time will never be happen.

I hunger and thirst for a life of ease.

Don't judge me.

I've felt enough loss that I couldn't even bring myself to write about it when prompted.

I've experienced poverty. Shut-off notices, utilities being turned off. Electric in the winter, gas in the summer. Evictions, domestic violence.

I've seen addictions at their worst and best.

And more.

Therefore I hunger for ease.

I want the easy life.

I also want the road to get there to be easy. Not winding and rugged.

I want the stress free life. (Does that even exist??)

I hunger and thirst for a life that's not so difficult and painful.

For now I'll just take ice cream.