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Jonathan Wood May 2014
I remember a time the world was mine.
And you were mine at this time.
Sold it all for not a dime.
26 years and past his prime.
****.
Jonathan Wood Oct 2013
Tricky is what I'm after, all creatures must succumb.
Blind is such an excuse.
A scattered mind hangs from a thin noose.
As tempting as it is to hold, I left.
While everyone was done.
It's all toxic, these few, these weak that fell before.
And every paragraph starts the same.
A chaotic place, In which the body neglects the mind.
How pitiful?
I've said tricky is what I'm after.
Pretending it's not a sin.
Not exactly what we have planned I agree.
Time is has never been a friend.
While every torn book shreds the smoke keeps me whole.
Everyone else will live.
Just a dream she says.
A dream.
And I fell short.
Twenty-two should have taught me something.
The plane that fed me crashed upon my tongue.
A fault of my own I'll admit.
Without that last breath about me,
the fire stands still...
Jonathan Wood Apr 2014
A Dream

Tricky is what I'm after, all creatures must succumb.
Blind is such an excuse.
A scattered mind hangs from a thin noose.
As tempting as it is to hold, I left.
While everyone was done.
It's all toxic, these few, these weak that fell before.
And every paragraph starts the same.
A chaotic place, In which the body neglects the mind.
How pitiful?
I've said tricky is what I'm after.
Pretending it's not a sin.
Not exactly what we have planned I agree.
Time has never been a friend.
While every torn book shreds the smoke keeps me whole.
Everyone else will live.
Just a dream she says.
A dream.
And I fell short.
Twenty-two should have taught me something.
The plane that fed me crashed upon my tongue.
A fault of my own I'll admit.
Without that last breath about me,
the fire stands still...
Jonathan Wood Oct 2013
I kneel before the stagnate corpse.
Fingertips numb and so cold.
Fog crawls across the saturated soil, penetrated by stones.
No more tears for this one.
He looks just like me.

Confronted by this past.
The mirrors gave warning of approaching blind statues.
As of now I'm grown, and since figured all this out.

I'm here now, keeping faith, pushing time.
Nothing can stop me now.
No one can hear me now.
We can be here right now.

Taunt the waves, I'm not afraid.

For this I'll stop them all.
Until this forgotten figure fades, I'm nothing.
There was never a corpse, Only me...
Jonathan Wood Oct 2013
The Gaelic uisce beatha.
The water of life.
The welcoming sting dances patterns on your reluctant pallet.
Trickles drops down drowning your fear and narrow mind.
The angels tax 4% to the barrel annually.
And we've stolen the devil's cut.
Heavy flow down my throat beseech me to ask for more.
Makes a monster out of me.
Forms my skin to tempered steel.
Turn me on once more.
My love, old no. 7.
Jonathan Wood Oct 2013
Subtle and submissive I consider it and wonder why the weavers
motives are so hard to see.
Certainly a pleasure not to be the one.
Ease me off and teach me all the details of my ending.
Wide eyed and full of lies these reapers I am rending.
A long white trail and coffin nails to hold me from the bottom.
Security in ignorance it seems.

So careful not to let you go, it's meaningless and we both
know his blindness is only temporary.
Before too long he'll hear it all and you will beg his pardon.
During the time of which we bleed, I'll lose all sight of wants
and needs.

The matter hugged from soil to sun form the shell rest in his gun.
The flesh and bone between us rips,
you and I apocalypse.
Jonathan Wood Oct 2013
Inside my soul.
Beneath my wounds.
Absorbed with fear.
Bound and captive.
The need.
To be born again.
To mourn again.
To live again.
To feel.

This is me.
Favor is lost.
Survival is lost.
Life has been lost.

Behold the young before me.
Approach the old above me.
You are all waiting for me.

Arrive at the asylum.
Peace in solitaire.
Alone.
Jonathan Wood Jun 2014
Clearly hypnotized by all the words that you've said.
Blowing all the days until you lay in my bed.
Now my souless nothing's turning grey into red.
As falling scarlet needles dance around in my head.

Tonight we'll fly under stars dressed in black.
Bite you immortal, or so says the bat.
One hand on your wing the other on your thigh.
With one timely moan, butterflies split the night.

A bite on her neck seems to penetrate deep.
Whispers of Magdalena has her drop to her knees.
A full line, a fat dime, with pictures to share.
A moment of silence while the audience stares.

A creep down your spine with a devious smile.
Forcefully colliding sweaty souls all the while.
Before the seizure her eyes disappear.
Filled full of darkness our path becomes clear.
Jonathan Wood Oct 2013
Just because you're feeling this way, it doesn't mean i can stay.
And the curtain starts to fall every time I say
I can't love.
No Baby, I can't love.
It's not about the planets aligning in space.
It doesn't matter if the pieces fall into place.
I can't love.
No, no, I can't love.
Baby you deserve more then my all, but every time I try to
climb it I fall.

Close your eyes tight bring your ear to my lips.
My heart stops beating and I whisper this.
I can't love.
**** no, I cant love.
They tell me love is blind but i got stitches in my eyes.
I believe all the promises and lies.
I can't love.
Baby I won't love.
Said I told you before it just hurts me more and more I can't love
Jonathan Wood Oct 2013
I love love cause,
It breaks the key inside me.
I love love cause,
It bites me very gently.
I love love cause,
I hold on so tightly.
I love love cause,
it eats away so lightly.
I love love cause,
it makes my friends despise me.
I love love cause,
it haunts my dreams nightly.
I love love cause,
it refuses to protect me.
I love love cause,
love is all around me.
I love love cause,
it makes myself the enemy.
I love love cause I love love's love for love.
Jonathan Wood Dec 2012
Cellar Door

Knocking on my closet.
Scratching at their teeth.
Wearing slacks of carrion.
With hair of tropic green.
I've sold before my sentence.
While both her wrist were clean.
Six of them came stalking.
As two of them still dream.
Mary sang a prayer, and would dare to split the pair.
Every shackle laced in puzzles.
In the house of sandy keys.
The hour past them over.
And sunk me to my knees.
Possession of the light switch,
took everything they need.
Hands loosely full of her black hair,
As so they plant their seed.

I'm not the one with your 666.
I try to sleep while you're away.
By your solution I am hypnotized.
Bound in the name you wouldn't say.
Put the pillow on her face, have yourself another taste.
She held your tail and let you in.
A gesture not to be ignored.
And since you won't pace near that ***** cellar door.
Jonathan Wood Oct 2013
Enclose me.
Wrap your warmth, your glow.
Show me your secret, Show me.
Hide me.

Tell me, speak the sound.
Speak your time,
and I will follow.
We are one.
Control the climate.
Reform the broken.
Enclose me.
And I will you.
Jonathan Wood Oct 2013
As I stand as grown as I am.
I try to pause the time around me.
Halt for a moment, the spiral.
Remember that form, that face from this one solid memory.
So many of them I have lost.
Too clouded to dissect.

All fell victim that day.
Left me to tell the story.

I can't remember what they said.
Can't remember that unpleasant instance,

So then prove.
Prove my existence.
If I can't remember this crucial moment.
If I don't know.
Perhaps I was never really here.
Never really here at all.
I do not recall speaking with them.
Never met with their pleading eyes.
I haven't passed, I haven't come.
I simply never was.
Jonathan Wood Mar 2013
Coffin Nail

Sing it with me 1 2 3.
Maybe love is not for me.
Could it be my nervous twitch?
Maybe it's my oxy itch.
Build yourself a padded room,
Big enough for him and you.
Straight jacket gray and used.
Cover up your bad tattoos.
Could It be the way you bailed?
I'm draggin on a coffin nail.
Sent our love away to fly.
But baby I still had to try.
Take it till it's not enough.
Moving on is not so tough.
So karma then would be your prize.
Chew it up with all the lies.
And the people that you thought you knew..
built an army who will despise you.

Don't try to hear me now.
How can silence be so loud?
Through everything I seem to fail.
I'm draggin on a coffin nail.
What have you got left to show?
Baby I couldn't sink so low.
An infant left a broken home.
Just so you could spread and roam.
Maybe you won't read this text.
Maybe you won't see whats next.
Baby I can not deny.
I really wanna see you die.
My heart is numb my knees are frail.
I'm still draggin on a coffin nail
Jonathan Wood Oct 2013
It's just about time you see..
Maybe love is not for me.
Could it be my nervous twitch?
Maybe it's my oxy itch.
Build yourself a padded room,
Big enough for him and you.
Straight jacket gray and used.
Cover up your bad tattoos.
Could It be the way you bailed?
I'm draggin on a coffin nail.
Sent our love away to fly.
But baby I still had to try.
Take it till it's not enough.
Moving on is not so tough.
So karma then would be your prize.
Chew it up with all the lies.
And the people that you thought you knew..
built an army who will despise you.

Don't try to hear me now.
How can silence be so loud?
Through everything I seem to fail.
I'm draggin on a coffin nail.
Jonathan Wood Oct 2013
Speaking to myself, scratching the split in my head.
Grinning at the killer dripping your face red.
Danced around the fire, blew your last line.
Just about the time I made her become mine.

He won't confess
I know you're thinking about it none of the less.
You're reading spirals and she's biting my neck.
Grab my hand, bend over, just to make you sick
Just so you know,

I'm staring at the video, turn it off, take above I'll **** from below.
Singing backwards riddles gags your eyes glossy red.
Whispering eyes aligning while you lay on my bed.
Forced like rusty metal just to cause your shift.
The warm sweat skin you share, the pain is a gift.

Lets try something else,
Let's try something new,
Buy the *** that sells,
homicide while inside you.
Jonathan Wood Dec 2012
Confess

Speaking to myself, scratching the split in my head.
Grinning at the killer dripping your face red.
Danced around the fire, blew your last line.
Just about the time I made her become mine.

He won't confess
I know you're thinking about it none of the less.
You're reading spirals and she's biting my neck.
Grab my hand, bend over, just to make you sick
Just so you know,

I'm staring at the video, turn it off, take above I'll **** from below.
Singing backwards riddles gags you out of your head.
Whispering eyes aligning while you lay on my bed.
Forced like rusty metal just to cause your shift.
The warm sweat skin you share, the pain is a gift.

Lets try something else,
Let's try something new,
I buy the *** that sells,
homicide while inside you.
Jonathan Wood Oct 2013
This man I am who coast before you is but infection.
The cause of all your trivial harm.
Incubus has but this face.
A single breath of fictional attraction I have fed.
Inhaled it all as the others.
The look on your face as I died.
Pleasant and calming to me.
I am but a secret of the balance.
A portioned blend of confession melts away
before you here.
Sanity is vague of definition.
Sleep pawn, Sleep as I watch.
Fearful and without answer I prey.
Weakness feeds me heavy.
All that I knew and all I believe,
all which I have taken, no longer comforts me.
Sleeping in your naive vulnerability.
Your mind is mine.
I will build who you are.
Love is but control.
I have it.
I use it.
I manipulate it.
An illusion of safety and home.
I taught you well.
A grin across my face and complete conquer. A tactic born to me.
Born to me, to end you.
Jonathan Wood Oct 2013
I've approached the closest thing to my ending.
Surrounded by lustful comfort that you know.
Pull the sun to blind me.
wrap the sound to warm me.
Confuse the touch, the hold, the one you know.

Before you follow failure.
There is no balance here.
There is no light under the shadow's parabola.

Ponder before you clutch me.
Concede before you touch me.
I have inhaled the sign the sound you know.

This is too low, too distant.
This world will not allow it.

**** this math and this man.
**** the sound beneath the sand.
I'm not here upon this land.
Pine away, Pine away and understand.
Jonathan Wood Oct 2013
I've lost my patience.
As if one day we'll all come around.
I have no patience.
No, sit down
No, sit down and listen to me.
Now you think I'm running.
The shadow moves closer, touches me.
Sand touches hand,
touches life,
touches mind,
touches lies,
touches sky,
it touches.
In a trance I must stand, blood touches.
The insects climbing higher.
The insects don't desire.
They say that the end is coming soon.
Not even a year left to breathe.
The judgment of heaven rain down on me.
Silence is wicked.
Don't bury your head.
Don't reach for the sound.
Our singular conscience may rise from the ground.
We'll hide in the garden instead.
And consider the lord of the monkey is dead.
Jonathan Wood Dec 2012
Consider

I've lost my patience.
As if one day we'll all come around.
I have no patience.
No, sit down
No, sit down and listen to me.
Now you think I'm running.
The shadow moves closer, touches me.
Sand touches hand,
touches life,
touches mind,
touches lies,
touches sky,
it touches.
In a trance I must stand, blood touches.
The ants climbing higher.
The ants don't desire.
They say that the end is coming soon.
Not even a year left to breathe.
The judgment of heaven rain down on me.
Silence is wicked.
Don't bury your head.
Don't reach for the sound.
Our singular conscience may rise from the ground.
We'll hide in the garden instead.
And consider the lord of the monkey is dead.
Jonathan Wood Oct 2013
I drive.
But your fears keep you dead inside.
I mattered.
But your lies swell your heart with pride.
Denies.
It hides away your beauty.
You refused to drive away.
Black eyes.
It's really not worth saving.
Cost to much to self inflict.

Poison sends my mind away.
Soaks what you left to decay.
Failure to exist today.
So she shined a ***** grey.
Couldn't keep her but still need her and I wonder why.
She whispered songs into my ear begging us to die.
I tried to take her by the hand and show her we could fly.

I lie.
But the truth always seems to split the skies.
We die.
And never had that chance to try.
Jonathan Wood Oct 2013
The day it all became.
The day I got my name.
For all of those to blame.
And those who aren't the same

Faces with no eyes, swallow all the lies.
I would choose death over this.
Flames only cover a kiss.

Power struck these men.
Frozen in checkered halls.
Collecting a steady revenue.

Seizing hands from aimless arms.
Wrecking knees of lesser legs.
Rise against them.
They'll take and they'll take from the people.
Innocent ones like you and me.
They want to make a million.
We want to make one.
Resist and defect as you may.
We will make our our own way.
Conquer this world until the day,
We have created our savior son.
Even if it's all we could have done.
Protect and serve, we are as one.
Jonathan Wood Dec 2012
Until this thick burden
Eats all of you dry.
I remain the living
torn shrapnel of paint.
I've seen where we should be.
And I'm not alone.
Here in this garden
truth will be shown.
Before all the roaches.
Before all the lies.
Before all the temples.
Call blood from the sky.
I am no section.
I am not whole.
Where is your face?
This shadows a forge.
Yet I have defected.
And call out your threat.
In brown eyed seduction.
You'll fear what you get.
Jonathan Wood Oct 2013
Confronted and humbled by this being.
I stare searching for meaning.
Try to peer in deep to study.
The surrounding grounds all ******.
Curiosity calls me closer.
I stand before it, arms crossed and guarded.
Before this peculiar moment. I was lost and open.
This empty desert owned it.
For now it seems, I'm chosen. She reaches in to touch me.
My knees no longer hold me.
Submit upon her presence.
I have no more resistance.
She whispers me a secret. As warm and bright as she is.
This light cannot be mine and,
I feel the need to hide and,
before I act I'm taken, challenged by a kiss.
The walls around me fall.
My reflection in eager eyes call. This is the time, the place I should have been so long ago.
And as my mind tears out, I hear the cleansing shout,
“you could be right here without lust, hesitance or fear.”
“Just let her heart touch you
and let her words soak through.
Just follow them right to,
the one thing you share with few.”
Jonathan Wood Oct 2013
Tried to keep from breaking down.
Hold my ears and drown the sound.
Kinda getting hard to breath.
I guess you're not the girl for me.
I look into her eyes anew.
It's just like looking right at you.
We promised to fight away the pain.
To see the lie, drives me insane.
I know you heard it calling.
To bring you something new.
Don't ever let me catch you falling.
Cause I'll fall right down with you.
Never to admit how much I cried.
August twenty eighth, the music died.
I wanted four to equal one.
I should have known it can't be done.
So long to one, and half to three.
Gone forever, you and me.
I'll cling to her and hold her tight.
If only for one more good night.
I know it wasn't a surprise.
I'm not that naive.
You just wouldn't give that much.
But it was all that I could see.
I know you heard him calling,
To bring you someone true.
Don't ever let me catch you falling.
Cause I'll fall right into you.
Jonathan Wood Oct 2013
Down this road and against the wind.
Placed behind the two.
Concerns my mind these two.
All the detailed interest these two.
I stay forever Concerned.
Down this road.

Street light reflect the oiled asphalt.
That light reflects these two.
Who am I to argue?
What is real?
I stay forever concerned, Down this road.

Concerns of notes and ink.
I'll never forget.
Before I'm a man.
Before I concede.
I am my own.
Forever my own, Down this road.

I am forever, Down this road.
Jonathan Wood Oct 2013
I'm born upon the surface with them glaring fearfully.
I stand from my knees, surrounded, confused.
A cool breeze cuts the silence like razors through paper.
No one speaks.
A man steps forward, tall, balanced, without emotion.
I remain without action, completely still.
Hands steady.
Calm and ready to unleash sin upon this man.
He slowly, gently touches my forehead.
His hands warm but coarse.
My legs begin to tremble, I'm frightened.
A light begins to shine as our flesh meets.
Grows brighter, begins to burn.
My mind goes blank, the world goes black.
And I become nothing.
Jonathan Wood Oct 2013
You are the one I love and know.
You keep me far from danger so,
I'll follow you forever.
Every heart filled moment spent.
Everything I have said, I meant.
You and I until the end.
Together all this time we'll bend.
All the ones who told us no,
We beat all of them on our own.
I'll follow you forever.
And as the last sunset fades,
I'll hold and show you all the ways,
This broken man has given all.
Catch you every time you fall.
I'll cherish you forever.
Bite the fights, bite the stones.
Rise against the screams and moans.
For every kiss that we have shared,
It all adds up how much you cared.
I used to think I don't exist.
Now I'm too many things to list.
I was scared, I fled, I ran.
Now I stand before you, a man.
I'll follow you forever.
You and I forever.
No such thing as never.
I love you my own, Forever.
Jonathan Wood Oct 2013
Kinda forced myself to lean.
From 25 to 17.
I mainly love the way you write.
And hear your voice through phone tonight.
I can't deny your pain and fear.
I wish you knew that I was here.
The little time that we have spoke.
I'll tell you now, it struck a note.
Although it may be rather new,
You call me Jon, I'll call you boo.
And even if you sleep on me,
I'll take this seed and plant a tree.
Good Night.
Jonathan Wood Dec 2012
Hearts

I split hearts slowly beating left to decay.
I take what I want then I walk away.
Even cupid is crying, bleeding from his eyes.
The sharpest of knives couldn't cut the disguise.

For what you're searching isn't lost.
How much does your beauty cost?
The hollow needles in your thigh.
Behind every breaths a skeletal sigh.

Doomsday came and we survived.
Christ should have had all our lives.
Soaked in your sin, Jesus dies.
It's written in the book of lies.

Over the edge holding my hand tight.
Begging please don't let me die tonight.
Your face that glows, your eyes that know.
Look away and I let go.
Jonathan Wood Oct 2013
Before I die I must say
That this isn't the only way.
Natural Disasters, biological war masters,
We deal with this **** everyday.

Before I die I must know,
Which is the right way to go?
Your heaven your hell your liberty bell.
I cant see if your friend or foe.

My life has its questions and peoples suggestions,
Too much too fast before I die.

Before I die you must pay.
For everything you took away.
It's too late to try cause now you must die.
Forever in soil you lay.

Before I die I must show,
All the things that you don't know.
I manipulate people, defiled God's steeple
And I'll end this world before I die.
Jonathan Wood Oct 2013
I smell revenge.
It's your turn now.
Time for you to feel.
Although you may be superior.
I hear you weakness calling me.

I want to feel your blood all over me.
You will feel everything you've done to me.

Smells so good.
Feels so good.
I don't want this to end.
I don't want you to die.
I just want you to feel.
I just want you to smell.

Smell my revenge.
Feel your blood.
Do you like this?
Let's play again.
Jonathan Wood Nov 2013
Help me keep my head on straight.
Don't tell me this is our last date.
I only see my hand in yours.
Crying as the rain pours.
Come on home, we'll take our time.
Don't let this be an endless rhyme.
I need you just as you need me.
Falling slowly can't you see?
My love.
Heart was stolen at my first glance.
You still owe at least one dance!
With me.
My love.
Everything tonight is ours.
If you can I'll forget the scars.
I sit here and I write for you.
I've felt this way, you never knew.
To me this isn't just a game.
There is no one left to blame.
Tonight.
My love.
Walk away now, if you can.
I want to be a better man.
For you.
My love.
As I end this song tonight.
I look upon the moonlight.
For you.
For me.
This pen and paper is not enough.
For me to express all of my love.
For you.
If only you knew.
Jonathan Wood Oct 2013
Now I'll admit it got the best of me.
But you won't admit it got the best of you too.
Now we are used and bruised.
And we know everything that I've said is true.

Now it's all just only me.
I'd like to believe its only just you.
I just want to set you free.
And try to forget all the things that we been through.

I can't change this broken man.
But you want all the things that I just can't do.
For you, I'll be all I can.
But it's hard when you're not the girl that I once knew.

You hope for another chance.
We never had a dance.
You want a perfect man.
I want you to take who I am.
Jonathan Wood Dec 2012
A cracked bathroom mirror,
White powdered blood shot eyes.
The reflection seems more clear.
Or so said the knives.

This one is for seduction.
Shaft chaffed by your pulled aside thong.
Your eyes plead for destruction.
Open your throat, spread out, tell me I'm wrong.

Little kitten take my hand.
Follow me to la la land.
Hold my shoulder, touch my lips.
Wipe tears from the bruises on your hips.

Pop the cork and pour some wine.
Pull the blinds, I'll cut the line.
Slow crawling as part of your ruse.
Bite my ear while I fill your tattoos.
We can be the birds and the bees.
Hang children from the trees.
Pass the whiskey, I've got the gun.
A sting of cold metal on your tongue.
Tuck away the last portion.
Hide it somewhere no on goes.
A clothes hanger abortion.
So no one ever knows.
Jonathan Wood Oct 2013
I hear the sound it echoes in my head.
The voice to stay alive.
The difference of sanity and dead.
A way I could survive.

It drops a steady metronome.
Kinda vague but clear.
Dragging me from home.
And then we disappear.

Listen to the note.
Listen and obey.
I only hear it with my eyes closed.
Still so far away.

I couldn't help but stop and stare.
you didn't see me.
I wondered if you'd even care.
Please set my eyes free.

I can't get away.
And I can't let go.
I couldn't hear you with my eyes closed.
I'm so far away.

Listen to me.
Now you will obey.
Won't you make me force your eyes closed?
And send you away.

I'll send you away.
I'm so far away.
Jonathan Wood Jun 2014
A ****** serenade to show me all your witches.
The lie that bites my eye and pulls apart the stitches.
Shes like a ****** gun half cocked on a loaded nun.
A feral infant left the instant she could see the sun.

While god herself grins in the face of my stability.
Woke up alone crying "where the hells Felicity?"
I'm just a fender-****** pretender makin the same mistakes.
Her music shakes and rattles snakes right between my legs.

We filled the mind so bloated as we floated feelin omnipotent.
The silent rhyme that stopped time and left the world corroded.
I had to cough and shake it off before we qualify to multiply.
Traded a moth for sloth but got caught by a butterfly.

Her heart beating, got me feeding and it stops the bleeding.
Deep throated, dually-noted as I start believing.
Jonathan Wood Oct 2013
It feels like I'm awake.
Everything is sort of fake.
I hardly even care.
For every single nightmare.
I'm just a young man who's seen it all.
And whats growing inside you.
Is the last thing I knew.
I know of the things that you conceal.
I cannot tell what is real.
Anymore.
It just repeats inside my head.
I'm sick of this, wish I were dead.
All alone and no one cares.
I still have the same nightmares.
Happy face while I'm awake.
All the things I thought were true for god's sake.
My memories are gone, there's nothing I can keep.
All those things still haunt me while I'm asleep.
If I just refuse to close my eyes.
I'll be happily blinded by all your lies.
What could I do to make this go away?
For all I aspire, I still beg you to stay.
Your crooked smile and subtle smirk.
I distract myself, my life with work.
I'm starting to see where I went wrong.
It actually hasn't been that long.
If I could only be so strong,
to not lose myself within a song...
Jonathan Wood May 2014
Riddled

Unblemished, She appeared so suddenly.
Her eye's claim a poem my words couldn't write.
My dear.
She whispers benignly, A slow drip I.V. Echo.
A seductive darkness, soft and low.
If this is hell, I wanna sin.
Is this love I'm falling in?
This blue that I've been riddled with.
Grip her neck to feel her writhe.
The trickster taunts me.
Dangerous.
Sold my soul to dream a kiss.
Until the day our hands can meet.
I'll live inside a fantasy.
Dig me a little love coma.
Jonathan Wood Jun 2014
My tongue is sharp like incision.
And scatters every thread of your brain with precision.
I'm as histrionic as the rest of em.
Like many above, I beg for a little and then some.

I'm the self-hate cousin born rotten.
Killin cells from sins forgotten.

And I can take from your broken piece.
Stick it to mine and build a masterpiece.
Your lovin fits soft like silk stiletto.
And sends me straight to the lazaretto.

But I'm a split-tongue trash-talkin *******.
And fallin from one scheme to another.
Spittin the same mistakes from my past.
And trying to find something to last.

Yes I'm gonna end with a risk.
Send my mind way down for a kiss.
Save myself from razor-to-wrist.
Waste away with me in the abyss.
Jonathan Wood Jun 2014
In this hole.
I've always felt so alone.
I could hardly see,
Until you found me.
Even from so far.
You left me with the perfect scar.
It hurts so good, and I must say,
You and I could rot away.
With you I'll walk anywhere.
Stick red begonias in your hair.

I think you know just what I mean.
The world may not be what it seems.
Thought it to be Magdalena.
Until I learned of you Cristina.

It hurts so good and I must say,
You and I could waste away.
Weakened knees and stuttered heart.
Forget this not, my favorite scar.

Even across states.
You've opened up the flood gates.
And I'm drowning in your love.

The girl that I met, her name was Scarlet.
And she drove a knife straight through my ******* heart.
And then she pulled it right out
Gave me a kiss.
Then the wound healed.
And left a scar...
Jonathan Wood Oct 2013
Moving around and about the hollow.
I can hardly follow.
This force keeping you distant.
Locking your eyes seems apparent.
Searching your mind for a hint of compatibility.
Searching my mind a for a strand of sanity.
Hopelessly finding a way to be subtle.
Hard to say that it's you I could cuddle.
Hopeless.
Searching.
Our mind cast lonely down the rhythm.
Numb to all their criticism.
We hold our own.
In a silent moan.
Jonathan Wood Oct 2013
Until this thick burden
Eats all of you dry.
I remain the living
torn shrapnel of paint.
I've seen where we should be.
And I'm not alone.
Here in this garden
Truth will be shown.
Before all the roaches.
Before all the lies.
Before all the temples.
Call blood from the sky.
I am no section.
I am not whole.
Where is your face?
This shadows a forge.
Yet I have defected.
And call out your threat.
In brown eyed seduction.
You'll fear what you get.
Yes I should have killed you.
When I had the chance.
You fear confrontation.
You fear our last dance.
In no reply message.
I will hunt you down.
No matter how precious.
I'll force under ground
Jonathan Wood Oct 2013
Every single morning I wake
I see all the things you can take
You keep telling me to be strong
Overcome the things we've done wrong
You know me (well you think you do)
Give it all to try something new

what part of this can you not see?
Just how dead can I be?
Held up in the passing of time
Scratching this paper a worthless rhyme

I'm all I'm ever gonna be
take this one and break it to three

Choke and strangle and suffocate you.
your eyes are red and face is blue
you shouldn't have, but then again you knew
my heart stops beating because of you
All the pieces have now been set
And to this day I cannot forget
I thought you were a keeper
You've cut so much deeper
Can't you see how far we have come?
Don't you wish that we were numb?
I hear you voice, it's still calling
I'm losing grip and still falling
There's nothing left for me to do
But drag my heels and follow you

Am I not the man that I once was?
Myself and I have turned to dust...
We have been wrapped up so long
I'll lose my mind over a simple song
You have certainly left a stain
Please my dear' take away all this pain

All these feelings drawing near
And you and I just disappear

Yes, I drank them all
I'm not trying to stand tall
You've built the fall
I will **** them all...
Jonathan Wood Oct 2015
Paths have crossed, cost is sin.
Found it lost.
Defeat him, defeat him.

The rivers feral, cholera sets in.
No habit sterile.
Repeat him, repeat him.

Roll over the carpet on your cheek.
Jostle that scar you've kept so neat.
The secrets of two whom dare not speak.
Their season, the fall, not so bleak.

By the end I just paid him to silence her doubt.

How long must we culture them?
Nostalgias grinding gears again.
Indifference starts to begin.
Never what they could have been.

Lectured threads have come undone.
The paraphrase has yet to come
My heart begs it's not for one.
It works for you but not for some.

Don't read my heart.
Don't press her luck.
You've one in the chamber.
But your hands locked up.

We've called the shot.
No one's forgot.
He mourned tomorrow as he lost God.

She saw the pause.
Let slip the cause.
I'm not the human you thought I was.

By the end I just paid him to silence her doubt.


No, I never knew this place.
God sent me here to see.
But I'm drawing closer to the exit.
I must find a place to hide memories.
I've squandered my chance to walk with the living.

By the end I just paid him to silence her doubt.
By the end of the raid he sure did sing loud.
Jonathan Wood Oct 2013
Snakes burrow within this desolate hole.
Coils amongst each other.
Hungry.
I look down upon them.
They become motionless.
I have been noticed.
And in this epileptic moment, I'm frozen.
I can hear them speaking.
Forked tongues lashing in uniform.
This name they breathe is hostile.
This scene is just not possible.
I am the one, the body they speak of.
My stomach tightens.
Glares of rapid tongue in my saturated eyes.
The clouds above me darken.
The gate has finally opened.
Essence of static lights come through.
The snakes beckon and humble.
Without them, without this chant,
I am a lifeless tool, drifting.
Before I go back home.
I must make this known.
The snakes slither inside me.
Only they can hide me.
Jonathan Wood Oct 2013
You're still in my head.
Amongst the carrion, you walk as a drifter.
You're still in my bed.
Though split tongued snake eyes enter the after.

Your melting face is still in question.
The sunspots blinding is still a weapon.

You're still in my heart.
Amongst contusions you walk as a keeper.
You still fall apart.
Though chalk skinned star saints follow you deeper.

You seek the soulless of old to bury you in gold.
Make my sun refuse to shine.
And the song will cease to rhyme.
If your heart does lose its hope, use the weight in your pockets to tighten your rope.
Jonathan Wood Dec 2012
Concave the facade that was denied.
I'm not the percent you think survived.
It's been half a year since the love that you held near.

We wrote it down, you wouldn't read.
As Satan's voice surrounded me.
She tickled somber chords within my core.
Keeps me grasping sin for more.

Her IV drip seduction from my vein to my head.
The euphoric echo found in words that she said.
I'm gonna take you where you've never been.
Take your time my love, and soak it in.
Where we end is the road we bend.

Esoteric comfort bleeding out of your breath.
Keeping quarter from the tug of war nearing death.
Remaining dry standing in the pouring rain.
Chaotic self submission insane.

Ride with me once, I'll give you both sides.
Press my touch in places that sets rise to the tides.
Suffocate your love, it's time now to choose.
A dagger, a bible, a deal you can't refuse.
Morbid context warning as your soul splits the skies.
In the worst situation everybody will die.
Your decaying naivety that you've come to know.
Even if you wanted to you couldn't say no.
Jonathan Wood Oct 2013
The more that I think of the wings I have cut.
I feel no remorse for those prey after all.
The artist's hands are so delicate with touch.
They all have their tales of me but...
As I be, the heavens can't stop me and
I won't concede anymore.
You must see this constant execution.
Deliver these wings to the one.
As the daylight shades.
I shall fill these graves.
Fulfilling my needs, The artist's deeds.
I am wide awake.
One thousand eyes look upon me.
All filled with tears.
I offer my hand as a symbol of trust.
The artist has seen throughout all of your fears.
Lure you all in with seduction and lust.
If I pull the blade on enough of those young,
I'm the memory, that you'll never lose.
With enough feathers, I will be the one.
I'm the memory that you will never lose.

For I am the artist with delicate hands...
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