Nicole Jordan

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…Shadows of lifetimes before

dance on walls

while footsteps of death

walk these halls

in a house with broken windows

and broken doors

i can see the pain and misery

of years before

the broken bottles

of wasted years

remind me of all my scars and tears

            shards of broken glass

and shattered dreams

crawl from the floor boards

on the backs of spiders or so it seams

inside of scars and tears

words and memories cling

to remnants of a childhood

in speaks of dirt and dust

caught in the cracks of wood

hatred has forever

carved itself into the ceilings

cause by rising tempers

wile black coldness is pealing

pealing away at the walls behind

leaving nothing but bareness

leaving me hollow

with harsh words

and tears left to swallow..

This poem is yet to receive a title and I am in need of ideas.. I’d hope someone leaves an idea in the comments.. feel free to comment though.. I take criticism well

What am i to think?
thoughts arise
but I try not to presume...
My flame dwindles like a lone candle (wic)
at the mantle of an open window
apen-armed to the chilled wind.

i can feel my breath getting shorter....
...heart beginning to race in order 
for me to capably gulp down a sizable portion of
what i hope not to be real.

But then again, what is this definition?

Is real being able to feel what was once a distant memory
of experience muscled under your present armor of just that: experience.

What am i to think when distant
yet familiar (cancerous to contentment) questions to my psyche arise???
...Arise, to begin a new unwanted chapter of paranoia against the walls
of insecurity.

What am I to think...What do you suppose I do?
Let it go and hope with all honesty that this is just a phase?
Or do I let go... for thinking.
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Fair Trade Chocolate

Seven years old and I'm taking charge already,
"It's not fair!" my exasperated mother's hearing,
"It's just one measly chocolate bar!"
"Not at the moment, it'll ruin your appetite."
So I don't eat dinner, just to spite her, and she exclaims,

"Think of all those children in third world countries who are starving!"
There's a third world? Cool, I only thought there was the one.
Oh well, I saunter off to search for the hidden stash of chocolate.


I wish back then I'd known of wealth and worth
The corruption of the unfortunate by my favourite citizens, the chocolate makers
Infecting the checkout assistants who ring up the bill:
Ninety-nine percent to the companies, one percent to the families.
Such a tragedy is globalisation, we won't do well by our fellow man
As long as it involves only their lives.

Older now, I've learnt of fair trade; it's like buying good karma.
Before, the poor and ill picked the cocoa beans with the last of their strength
In the scorching heat, where chocolate as we know it would melt.
This is the real beginning, this is behind the scenes.
Meanwhile, the sick-minded executive sits with his air conditioning
And orders more work, less pay.
Exploitation's the name of the game- this is what we aim to make part of the past.
And now, when I present my own child with a fairly traded chocolate bar, she smiles
I smile... and a family smiles, for they get to eat tonight.

Don't stand back and watch, you can help by buying fairly traded goods
That stops your child from crying and another from dying.
Buy it so that when we smile, they smile
And when we eat, so can they.

You can save a life without being a doctor,
You can bring a smile without becoming a clown with a silly red nose
You can do anything, that's what you told me, mother, and I have.
I bought the divine chocolate bar of the future

Bringing us one step closer to fairness and equality.