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Johnathan locke Aug 2015
Criminals don't listen to laws, so lets make a law against having guns. they will listen this time.
     ***** are the source of all problems, so lets get rid of them. Oh, al Capone? Oops.
     The world is to violent, so lets bomb a bunch of people and liberate some more countries into our control.
     Those animals are going extinct, so lets keep buying their tusks and arrest those that **** em' for us.
     Eating way to much of the wrong food makes you fat, so lets only eat one snack sized meal a day. that's perfectly healthy.
     All these idea's have led to loss of life, but so many of us ignorantly continue. So I ask one question. Why does America support them so much?
true story.
Johnathan locke Aug 2015
limbs heavy, eyes empty,
I lay to rest at night.
when day comes, I'll sit and wait,
to see angels take flight.

they fly on past, wind in their wings,
while I am chained to the ground.
they feel my stare, and see me here,
only pity to be found.

one came down, and erased my frown,
and told me her name was heather.
we talked all day, but she could not stay,
but left behind a feather.

now every night, with a glow of light,
I look at the feather only I can see.
and in my dream, she is by the stream,
my friend is waiting for me.
Johnathan locke Jul 2015
As the full moon lights up the night,
The silvery butterflies take flight.
He stands alone, in all his glory,
And now I begin our story.

He was trained since youth,
And he fights for the truth.
At night he goes into battle,
against those who come from the shadow.

Lives to be honest, fair, and wise,
To defend his home he shall rise.
When the battle is done at the rise of the sun,
A safe place for his family he has won.

At one point of time their numbers were vast,
Now he stands the very last.
With a milky tear in his eye,
In the light of the moon stood the last *samurai
If he carries out a wrong deed
It's on me
If you mess up
It's on me

The girl who feels slave
Chained up in that house
Held down by the blaming
Your rules
Your dictation

So hard to break free
Want to feel liberty
I want it to bathe over me

I no longer want to suffer
No longer want to be imprisoned

The shell I live in is cracked
And one day I swear for all I've suffered
I will pay you back.
Johnathan locke Jun 2015
I am allergic to idiots.
When their around I get mad.
When I get mad,
I'm scary just a tad.

The sky is blue!
How do I tie my shoe?
How to stay silent,
I have no clue.

Oh, how so frustrating!
Why do they have to try to be annoying?
Stupid questions, left and right,
With my patience, they are toying.
Johnathan locke Jun 2015
Put all your eggs in one basket,
You should count your chickens before they hatch.
You should cut off your arm in a public display,
And announce "Tis' but a scratch"!

Put your hand in boiling hot water,
Wash your car on a rainy day.
Think you could stop a boat with only your foot,
Put your fist in your mouth, don't delay!
do not listen to poem.
Johnathan locke Jun 2015
There was once a girl,
All alone in this world.
Ignored, unseen,
In her head, a lonely swirl.

As she grew, her beauty to,
All around her suddenly turned nice.
The boys where endless, all looking for her hand,
But her heart was of ice.

She met with all,
But fell for none.
Because in the past,
They had only offered shun.

Then he came,
A strange traveler in town.
She expected him to be like the rest,
But he barely noticed before he left.

Used to a life,
Of ignoring all around,
She did not like it,
When the table is turned around.

She waited for him to return.
And he came.
Two moons later,
Walking in the rain.

She watched him wander,
From place to place.
She saw him give up,
His energy a waste.

He sat down,
Under a tree.
With no end to the rain.
He went to sleep.

As he woke, he stretched his back.
The rain had dissipated.
He glanced around, and to his surprise,
He saw the girl had waited.

He got to his feet, waved goodbye,
And started to hit the road.
Looking back, he had no idea,
of the seeds he had just sowed.

At mid day, he stopped to eat,
At a dinner that was close by.
There he met the girl again,
Whom ha had said goodbye.

She asked where he was going, he said "I don't know"
"I go were the wind takes me".
She tells him he is different.
"You haven't tried to woo me".

He laughed, a merry man,
"I have no reason why.
No one ever cared about me,
So why should I even try?"

Then she saw, just like her,
He was always alone.
But unlike the ice, in her heart,
there was a fire in his.

She says "why do you travel?
Don't you ever go back home?"
He said, with sad eyes,
"My home is were I roam"

It struck her than,
That he had nothing.
So she said with open arms,
"than I shall be your home, darling"

From then forward, he often went home,
To were the girl like him would stand.
As her heart began to thaw,
Their love had just began.
finished the poem as promised. I hope you like it. This is my first romance poem.
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