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 Feb 2015
John B
Be like water my friend

learn to brake as you bend

snap back for attack

put your whole self in

waves crash down

wash away tents and towns

ask me if I can speak up

well I bet you hear me now
Over reaction to a jab can be therapeutic.

"can you roll the window down a bit more, I can't here over the traffic"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HiJWMqfaAag
 Dec 2014
John B
I devised a form of torture not in our history books, a shackle is placed at the wrist and bicep holding the arm toward the sky and leaving the body to dangle so that only one but cheek reaches the ground the other arm is shacked to the ground at the wrist about half as far as it can reach, then a tube is placed near the mouth so that it can be bit at and reached with some effort food is blended and feed via a funnel into the tube with little to no warning, done properly the arm may be above a walk way with the funnel for intravenous assess or some other nefarious reasons like tickling or just so they cant see it then they would always wonder where it was especially if you ****** with it now and then....
that really was a moments thought.

I think ill call it dipping.
 Dec 2014
John B
Pain reminds me I'm alive

Wish it would just let me die

Head spins violent ***** spouting

Evil eye pressure builds up pounding

Cracks streak my face from capillary fractures

I choke on three day old eggs and curdled milk

My teeth devolving in stomach acid

As bitter and stringent as anything I can think of

Still not done *******

Hemorrhoid blood dripping sticky

Toilet seat gripping

Not to mention the bathtub

Full of ***** needing washed out

At least my hair is clean...
How's your morning so far?
 Dec 2014
John B
So frightfully dead

Not the rest in sunken bed

I'm in the place I call my head

A space beyond the wakening dread

As if there was some chance of life

I am now truly walking dead
Maybe when the war gets local, ill have more rimes for you blimey yocals
 Dec 2014
John B
The hate in my soul

The hate in my soul

Is covered up by the face that you know

So when you see my laugh and you think I'm fine

Know for a fact that inside I'm dieing
did this when i was like 16-17....
 Dec 2014
John B
Black sun

red ***

loaded gun

time for fun

maybe lost

whats the cost

find the grave

her soul to save
 Dec 2014
John B
blood spills in cursive, the truth on the floor.

the wine and the pills from your lips a foam pores.

not a tear or a whine only peace in your eyes.

a shame I'm the only one left here to cry.

I knew I would miss you without you I'll die.

but the note on the floor says are love was a lie......
(now I'm not sure what to think)
 Dec 2014
John B
See sky, fell pain

See smiles, fell pain

In the love of young lovers

In the beauty of rain

So alone, so uncovered

So longing, yet smothered

Inside you yet lonely

I'm chronically only
 Dec 2014
John B
seldom sitting with nothing to say

yet something says

something needs saying

sinking inside like a pile of snakes writhe

forcing the words

to betray vacuum forces

dieing inside

as I'm wanting to die

but refuse all for hope on the morrow

stomach in ties

my mind swiftly winds

around reasons to escape this sorrow
 Dec 2014
John B
a bargain at any price death at a young age

never to pay for the quarrels of youth

perhaps you may reference fine wine at this point

but your parentage offerers my sooth
 Dec 2014
John B
DIp
Like a storm

Lost forlorn

Crying in the night

Like a seer

More then fear

Cut from mortal sight

In a dream

I see her screaming

Taking her own life

Nightmare waking

Unlifelike shaking

Coldest afterlife
.......a hell of a drug
 Dec 2014
John B
drink pour drink

lacking love I sink

swimming in the pink

my soul is stretching for the leek

the thing I want I'm doomed to want

if ever id had it, id have at least lost

but never at all not for lack of trying

meany a time offered out to be cried in

any time other its *** or its sin

unlovable or am I looked down upon

some god picked me to frown upon

some life randomly to be shat upon

unneeded my outdated satyricon

Faust verily howbeit parfay

whilom methinks maugre swoopstake

twixt speed and sweven, swink eke teen

mayhap afore alack fore fie

clepe gardyloo thole

whosoever sith wist whereof speed
 Dec 2014
John B
a girl walked up and asked my name

I told here I was Sovos

and I asked here why she came

she told me of a dream that

she has had the other night

and how a man that looked like me

had showed her the time of her life

I tried to say its nothing

but my goose bumps note the strain

as the same dream deeply burns

in the backside of my brain

she reaches for my hand

and I meet her with the same

we tumbled to the ground

and made sweet love under rain

in no time back at my place

unaware of what's at stake

entwined so hard the gods themselves

are steadfast in our wake

as Luna lay to sunrise

amber waves shine on her face

and every sin within me runs coward by her grace

she kiss's my head softly yet I feel iv been displaced

awake no longer dreaming still at home I am at gape

to see no one around me just my cat and my estate

so ill lay here ever wanting for the girl that makes me wait
recurring dream
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