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John B Mar 2015
Skin blushed peach on snow white cheeks

Luster and grandeur not seen by the meek

Intrinsically dominant furnace of femininity

Dither and hither be stricken for insincerity

If you try to speak to her expect less then levity

To your advances she implies depravity

Blatantly ignorant vacuous blond *****

Tell me again how I hate you and want ***
Tell me again how you know me better then I know myself, its not like my religion is centered around self discovery, just tell me again about how society has you set up as a *** object for male overlords I take it as a come on, "your insane!" Not at all! It's simple logic, you think all men take pleasure in objectifying and dominating women as sadists, as a male who should take pleasure in your pains is not your tale of oppression meant to arouse me? Honest mistake.
John B Feb 2015
Wake up half past midnight

Dreams of war still on my mind

Sleep in place of thinking fore mind rotten over by passing pains

Blood in sink from vomiting bile and acid

Stained red from holes bored deep in my chest

Smoke my self stupid and go back to bed

Cold crying alone reaching out for whats left

But whats left?

Memory of a time before time?

Every detail other than what I did to deserve this?

A memory of the perfect women I myself have never met?

A malignant vision soiling all other women to my eyes.

The image of grace burned over my ability to love

Life as the paternal guardian, friend to lovers father to friends

I march on the promise of better days

For the first time a pin hole of light

At the end of this flawless darkness a beckoning

"your faith is not blind"

Understand just how weak I am

The passion of gods left for mortal embrace
John B Feb 2015
There's a darkness in me

I'm setting it free

It'll take more ***** than you can muster

To stand up to me
John B Feb 2015
Life like a serenade

Swooping song of yesterday

Sweet the sting of mortal play

Dancing neath the everglades
John B Feb 2015
Call me anything

I'm yours for a time

In costume sky clad

Your prince for a dime

Just tell me what who when and were

For the rite price I'm happily there
John B Feb 2015
what god is to blame?

I have no one to frame

my life from remembering point only pain

this hole inside me

setting all my love free

forgive me if ever its pointed at ye

as I emphatically bleed

I silently plead

let this twisted tower fall

and behind it leave me

I can see all the strings

but I'm bound against pulling them

my physical pain manifest towards forgetting that

a world in my clutches

to smash in a fuss

you would think at the least id be able to find love

but the ******* above

they seem to push and to shove

but never in my favor

always greed their thinking of

so a warning this day

to the gods in a way

if i must ill supplant you

and that's all there is to say
John B Feb 2015
******* emotional

Crying along

Somewhat remember the words to the song

Tears like a bonfire

Hot on my face

I feel out in longing for any embrace

My old friend death sits his hand still out stretched

But then his daughters eyes with tears mine do catch

And the emptiness inside me

Recognizes a perfect match

And I apologize again I guess I have to take it back

Ill wait here for her the wind at my back

And hope we both keep living on until I have her back

But its painful so someone please take up the slack

Before it all comes down the straw that broke the camels back
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