Submissions by Jonah777
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Why do I write? I suffer from depression in the form of Bipolar disorder, writing helps to get the inside stuff outside and onto the page. When I am down I write, when I am up I draw and paint. It all helps.....
DARK POEM
Published
1st Jan 2013 11:42pm
1st Jan 2013 11:42pm
The Creaking Of The Beam.
One simple step
Then stand alone
Stillness draws in the silence
Remain motionless upon this throne
Slowly blinking eyes see familiar objects
In this familiar room
Then floating through the gloom
Reaching, clasping, holding fast
The reckoning moment soonest past
This deathly halo above my head
Of woven twisted swinging thread
Tightly pulled then falling, flying
Freely forward, air beneath
Sound exploding in my ears
Pounding pulses through my brain
Darkness follows, no sounds remain
Save the creaking of the beam.
Then stand alone
Stillness draws in the silence
Remain motionless upon this throne
Slowly blinking eyes see familiar objects
In this familiar room
Then floating through the gloom
Reaching, clasping, holding fast
The reckoning moment soonest past
This deathly halo above my head
Of woven twisted swinging thread
Tightly pulled then falling, flying
Freely forward, air beneath
Sound exploding in my ears
Pounding pulses through my brain
Darkness follows, no sounds remain
Save the creaking of the beam.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Jan 2013 11:33pm
1st Jan 2013 11:33pm
The Bear
With one unblinking eye
I stare out at the rain
The other torn so cruelly
I still can feel the pain
My chest it now lies empty
From where my heart was torn
This sad and lonely Teddy
Sits lifeless and forlorn
My owner thought me just a toy
No more than just a plaything
I lay discarded on the floor
No more happiness to bring
So when you glance around your room
And look upon your bear
Just kiss and hug him gently
And show him that you care ...
I stare out at the rain
The other torn so cruelly
I still can feel the pain
My chest it now lies empty
From where my heart was torn
This sad and lonely Teddy
Sits lifeless and forlorn
My owner thought me just a toy
No more than just a plaything
I lay discarded on the floor
No more happiness to bring
So when you glance around your room
And look upon your bear
Just kiss and hug him gently
And show him that you care ...
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SELF POEM
Published
31st Dec 2012 6:34pm
31st Dec 2012 6:34pm
The Mirror
Gaze intently into the mirror
Look upon a pale existence
Is it not beautiful, this reflected image?
No, not this furrowed visage, lined by agonies of time
Ask then of this window to your soul
This cruel glass that shows all flaws
How long must I show these marks of failed journeys?
The journeys the heart must make, or surely perish
No answer, just the staring face of defeat
Glimpsed over my shoulder
The laughing spectre of a lonely spirit
That fades and dies away, leaving only my reflection.
Look upon a pale existence
Is it not beautiful, this reflected image?
No, not this furrowed visage, lined by agonies of time
Ask then of this window to your soul
This cruel glass that shows all flaws
How long must I show these marks of failed journeys?
The journeys the heart must make, or surely perish
No answer, just the staring face of defeat
Glimpsed over my shoulder
The laughing spectre of a lonely spirit
That fades and dies away, leaving only my reflection.
565 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
31st Dec 2012 6:25pm
31st Dec 2012 6:25pm
She lays so still
She lays so still, eyes slowly close, here find a peaceful rest
With figure stilled, in linen wrapped, a gently beating breast
As softly sweetly scented breath, escapes into the night
Where dreams and visions swirl then merge, and fantasies take flight
These darkened hours do fly to soon, there restful calm be missed
But drift she will and sleep again, with forehead tender kissed.............
With figure stilled, in linen wrapped, a gently beating breast
As softly sweetly scented breath, escapes into the night
Where dreams and visions swirl then merge, and fantasies take flight
These darkened hours do fly to soon, there restful calm be missed
But drift she will and sleep again, with forehead tender kissed.............
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STORY POEM
Published
30th Dec 2012 10:32pm
30th Dec 2012 10:32pm
The Dream
Did I dream of a slug
Just sat there on the rug
Staring right up at me
Like it wanted some tea
It just sat on the mat
Cuddled up to a cat
That was flicking it's tail
Being watched by a snail
Who was ever so shy
Hiding out from a fly
Who was buzzing around
Making a hell of a sound
Like a mole underground
That a dog had just found
So the dog gave a bark
And was eaten by a shark
Who rode past on a bike
With his brother the pike
They were having a row
With a black and white cow
With a ring through it's nose
And...
Just sat there on the rug
Staring right up at me
Like it wanted some tea
It just sat on the mat
Cuddled up to a cat
That was flicking it's tail
Being watched by a snail
Who was ever so shy
Hiding out from a fly
Who was buzzing around
Making a hell of a sound
Like a mole underground
That a dog had just found
So the dog gave a bark
And was eaten by a shark
Who rode past on a bike
With his brother the pike
They were having a row
With a black and white cow
With a ring through it's nose
And...
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SELF POEM
Published
30th Dec 2012 5:54pm
30th Dec 2012 5:54pm
Ugly
Ugly is as ugly does
Ugly's how I feel
I see it in reflecion
My ugliness is real
Never stare in mirrored glass
For fear of seeing me
keep my head bowed way down low
So others do not see
For ugly is as ugly does
Just say it to my face
Then walk away and leave me
Back in this ugly place.............
Ugly's how I feel
I see it in reflecion
My ugliness is real
Never stare in mirrored glass
For fear of seeing me
keep my head bowed way down low
So others do not see
For ugly is as ugly does
Just say it to my face
Then walk away and leave me
Back in this ugly place.............
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DARK POEM
Published
30th Dec 2012 10:11am
30th Dec 2012 10:11am
The Dripping Clock
On dark nights laid when sleep eludes
When image fades and fear exudes
As drenched in failures sweat you lie
From broken dreams, you wish to die
A mind in turmoil, clinging fast
Stark realisation, love has passed
This lonely pennance for past crimes
Through many years, no happy times
Your fate is sealed to walk alone
A figure lonely on it's throne
With one quick slash the deed is done
Lay back, await the blood to run
This pounding drip upon the floor
As light begins to fade once more
It ticks away, this dripping clock
A distant voice...
When image fades and fear exudes
As drenched in failures sweat you lie
From broken dreams, you wish to die
A mind in turmoil, clinging fast
Stark realisation, love has passed
This lonely pennance for past crimes
Through many years, no happy times
Your fate is sealed to walk alone
A figure lonely on it's throne
With one quick slash the deed is done
Lay back, await the blood to run
This pounding drip upon the floor
As light begins to fade once more
It ticks away, this dripping clock
A distant voice...
824 reads
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STORY POEM
Published
30th Dec 2012 00:02am
30th Dec 2012 00:02am
Nowhere
He once became a Nowhere Man
And sailed the Nowhere Sea
In His boat, HMS nowhere
He had nowhere else to be
He came across a Somewhere Girl
While sailing on His way
The sweetest girl he'd nowhere seen
On another nowhere day
He stopped upon a somewhere isle
To rest His nowhere head
And slept a dreamy nowhere sleep
On a somewhere silken bed
Days later left the nowhere man
The somewhere girl she cried
Then back aboard his nowhere boat
To sail the nowhere tide.....
And sailed the Nowhere Sea
In His boat, HMS nowhere
He had nowhere else to be
He came across a Somewhere Girl
While sailing on His way
The sweetest girl he'd nowhere seen
On another nowhere day
He stopped upon a somewhere isle
To rest His nowhere head
And slept a dreamy nowhere sleep
On a somewhere silken bed
Days later left the nowhere man
The somewhere girl she cried
Then back aboard his nowhere boat
To sail the nowhere tide.....
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
29th Dec 2012 1:46pm
29th Dec 2012 1:46pm
A few days in the half life
The room is dark.... the quiet humming from the electric fan breaks the overwhelming silence. He lays alone on his bed, stares at the ceiling and thinks.....Welcome to the Half Life....Sometimes a wondrous place, sometimes not so..........
He wonders about this Half Life place, it can leave you the happiest person alive with a head full of possibilities, or it can unravel the strands of your mind...........leaving what is a marvel of evolution and biology nothing more than a tangled mass of string..........slowly unpicking a thread of thought, turning it into an unstoppable freight train...
He wonders about this Half Life place, it can leave you the happiest person alive with a head full of possibilities, or it can unravel the strands of your mind...........leaving what is a marvel of evolution and biology nothing more than a tangled mass of string..........slowly unpicking a thread of thought, turning it into an unstoppable freight train...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
29th Dec 2012 11:56am
29th Dec 2012 11:56am
Breathes for me
The poem below was written whilst I was having Chemo, sat in a quiet hospital room and knowing that a girl not so far away was helping just as much as the chemicals.....
Such acrid poison fills my veins
Decides for me what time remains
This mix of hope is dripping slow
No cares for me, nowhere to go
But sit and watch the minutes pass
Ears filled by beating heart of glass
While through the window darkened clouds
Shape shifting silhouetted shrouds
Get back awhile I say to thee
For an angel softly breathes for me
Across my face the...
Such acrid poison fills my veins
Decides for me what time remains
This mix of hope is dripping slow
No cares for me, nowhere to go
But sit and watch the minutes pass
Ears filled by beating heart of glass
While through the window darkened clouds
Shape shifting silhouetted shrouds
Get back awhile I say to thee
For an angel softly breathes for me
Across my face the...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Dec 2012 5:55pm
28th Dec 2012 5:55pm
The Poison Princess
I call you the poison princess, the name just seems to fit
Can't bring myself to speak to you, I'd rather chew on shit
I think of self mutilation, when you walk in the room
You need a new mode of transport, here try this fucking broom
The pathetic act that you portray only the guilible believe
Mere seconds in your presence and I pray for you to leave
Your self serving egotistic self promotion makes me sick
And all of the above are things that make you fucking tick
Your circle of ever decreasing friends grows smaller every...
Can't bring myself to speak to you, I'd rather chew on shit
I think of self mutilation, when you walk in the room
You need a new mode of transport, here try this fucking broom
The pathetic act that you portray only the guilible believe
Mere seconds in your presence and I pray for you to leave
Your self serving egotistic self promotion makes me sick
And all of the above are things that make you fucking tick
Your circle of ever decreasing friends grows smaller every...
811 reads
4 Comments
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