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John B Dec 2010
there nothing left

he says I'm so sorry

as superman eats kryptonite

it burns inside

the pain almost as bad as has been his hole life

but it's familiar

like a face you haven't seen in many years

Lois lane was shot and killed

because superman had loved her dear

and the farm was sold when Jon and Martha ran all out of years

so he sits around and wonders

hanging hollow from his fears

so he looks down at the bottles that have gathered on the floor

and calls up old Lex Luthor in a move to end the war

when he came his nose constrained as the smell of ***** pervaded

supper man gave him a gun

thanked him for the games

he told the tale from his perspective and asked lex to deal the blow

because he new he had worked for it and didn't want to take his goal

so with a bang his life was ended not a word more ever spoke

and to this day the name will still make pore old lex tear up and choke
in life I have found its your enemies that understand you the best and your friends have time and motive to just stab you in the chest (Et Tu Brute, 11/22/13)

I recited this 2/12/15, If your interested in hearing it the way I do.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GALDGfazB9o#t=25
John B Dec 2010
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
John B Dec 2010
why do I love ye let me count the ways

your dark flowing hair

your morphine like gaze

the way that you glide

from one room to the next

the size of the burden that lay on your....mind

your smile at children as they pass you by

the way that your always respectful and kind

your young and vainglorious juicy.... personalty

the way that you cling oh so well to reality

and always tell me you cannot stay mad at me

and oh how you let me explore your anat....anatidaephobia
she interrupts
and never call you on being a complete pervert

ya that
good girl that one, to bad I'm an ***.
John B Dec 2010
you call me a narcissist

I call you a *****

you call me me greedy

I call you a snitch

you told me you loved me

I called that a lie

you then ran off crying

and found suicide
Recited 6/21/2015
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4BbvImJ3234
John B Dec 2010
how much pain can one life hold

how long can I withstand the cold

not here to linger set in stone

my time is finite this I know  

perhaps its not my place to ask

for divine hands to help me grasp

this universe so wide and vast

to count the stars hung in the sky

to plot the course I live my life

but I am man and will survive

as faerie tales don't extend lives
John B Dec 2010
there's many ways to skin a cat

or so they say to talk out prat

perhaps in ways the sayings true

in relationship to clothes and you  

your breath offends

your ******* pretend  

don't start me on IQ

so go to hell

don't say you fell

from heaven or ill puke

dont get me wrong

I don't blame you

society's done this

you think its hot

to drink and trot

your slutty nastiness
John B Dec 2010
I held you sleeping shallow breathing

shallow life's and shallow graves

rafters creaking rodent's sneeking

ruining out of time to play

sun is rising not surprising

looks like its my time to go

maybe cupid wasn't lying

out the door ill never know
he was indeed lying

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