Submissions by JonTheSage
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
A young soul who practises martial arts and moodo/bushido. I have a very philosophical view on the world, and has a deeply complex mind. I write some very emotional and dark poetry that is inspired from my real life, or sometimes from feelings I get.
Stargazing
Dear friend.
I thought of you today.
As I looked upon the stars, wondering what have been of you lately.
Are you doing great? Is he treating you right? Do you miss me?
I take a deep breath of fresh air, and the coldness of the breath fill my lungs.
I wonder if you sometimes think of me when you stargaze.
Just like we did the first night we kissed.
You told me about the constellations, but all the constellations I knew where that of your heart.
I ask myself if you know I’m doing better, but not great.
I ask myself if you know she didn’t treat me right.
I...
I thought of you today.
As I looked upon the stars, wondering what have been of you lately.
Are you doing great? Is he treating you right? Do you miss me?
I take a deep breath of fresh air, and the coldness of the breath fill my lungs.
I wonder if you sometimes think of me when you stargaze.
Just like we did the first night we kissed.
You told me about the constellations, but all the constellations I knew where that of your heart.
I ask myself if you know I’m doing better, but not great.
I ask myself if you know she didn’t treat me right.
I...
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A String of Love
Love is a hard thing to explain.
It’s like a symbol of language which sticks to the brain.
It’s the butterflies you feel as you stand in the rain.
It’s the warmth of a person given by their name.
It’s the rush of danger that spits out adrenaline.
Love is like the natural heartbroken medicine.
It’s what makes us dare, and what makes us do; it what makes up everything:
Me and you.
It’s what binds us together, united as one.
It’s what tears us apart and breaks our bond.
It’s the tears that you cry and the nights all alone.
It’s the chilling...
It’s like a symbol of language which sticks to the brain.
It’s the butterflies you feel as you stand in the rain.
It’s the warmth of a person given by their name.
It’s the rush of danger that spits out adrenaline.
Love is like the natural heartbroken medicine.
It’s what makes us dare, and what makes us do; it what makes up everything:
Me and you.
It’s what binds us together, united as one.
It’s what tears us apart and breaks our bond.
It’s the tears that you cry and the nights all alone.
It’s the chilling...
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Bushido
(07/01-2015 – Jon A. Christensen)
I sit in darkness, filled by the silence that stirs in the night.
The skies upon me are non-existent, and I am tranquil in my soul.
What defines me is not my money.
What defines me is not my health.
What defines me is not my emotions.
Bushido defines me.
I still sit in darkness, letting go of fear, anger, despair.
I prepare my mind to pay the ultimate sacrifice in honor of my lord.
What defines this is not dastardly.
What defines this is not chaotic.
What defines this is not dishonor.
Death...
I sit in darkness, filled by the silence that stirs in the night.
The skies upon me are non-existent, and I am tranquil in my soul.
What defines me is not my money.
What defines me is not my health.
What defines me is not my emotions.
Bushido defines me.
I still sit in darkness, letting go of fear, anger, despair.
I prepare my mind to pay the ultimate sacrifice in honor of my lord.
What defines this is not dastardly.
What defines this is not chaotic.
What defines this is not dishonor.
Death...
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That small bit of help
I sit in silence, as I listen to the echoes of my past.
Child laughter, love and harmony.
Child weeping, loneliness and grief.
I was never like the others. I never will be.
The memories of the past continues to haunt me.
I beg this pain to go away, but every dark day arranges the skies the same.
No one understands the pain I feel. It might just be an illusion, but it feels too real.
Darkened and clouded, I can’t see through rain.
Screaming “Please someone fucking realize I’m in deep pain!”
They all seem to have a joyful life on both good and bad.
I’ve...
Child laughter, love and harmony.
Child weeping, loneliness and grief.
I was never like the others. I never will be.
The memories of the past continues to haunt me.
I beg this pain to go away, but every dark day arranges the skies the same.
No one understands the pain I feel. It might just be an illusion, but it feels too real.
Darkened and clouded, I can’t see through rain.
Screaming “Please someone fucking realize I’m in deep pain!”
They all seem to have a joyful life on both good and bad.
I’ve...
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Forbidden Love
I need to feel your perfect rose skin,
And feel my heart pounding as you pull me in.
I need to be with you to feel alive,
you make me crazy day and night.
Our love is independent, our love is strong.
But with the help of others, we were torn.
I fell to the depths of darkness alone,
My heart cemented itself and became that of stone.
It's true that the heartache that caused my pain,
was the reason I became the definition of insane.
It took a long time before we ever talked again,
but all I wanted was for you to be my friend.
I must...
And feel my heart pounding as you pull me in.
I need to be with you to feel alive,
you make me crazy day and night.
Our love is independent, our love is strong.
But with the help of others, we were torn.
I fell to the depths of darkness alone,
My heart cemented itself and became that of stone.
It's true that the heartache that caused my pain,
was the reason I became the definition of insane.
It took a long time before we ever talked again,
but all I wanted was for you to be my friend.
I must...
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