Submissions by Jonnydank
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Been writing for about 2 yrs now. Written 1000+ songs and 500+ poems.
LOVE POEM
Published
6th Sep 2014 8:23pm
6th Sep 2014 8:23pm
Without Someone To Love
Life has become a meaningless voyage.
Lost in the silence.
Of mental static noise.
Life unfulfilled.
A kings ransom.
Less it's royalty of joys.
But It all means nothing to me.
Without someone to love.
Would you love my invisibility.
Hiding in plain sight.
So blatantly unseen my ghost.
Tormenting his pride.
Loneliness is a slow death.
I've willingly accepted to apply.
And It would mean everything.
To have someone to love.
But my vessel lies empty.
Withering of rot.
Somethings gone missing.
Like a thief in the night. ...
Lost in the silence.
Of mental static noise.
Life unfulfilled.
A kings ransom.
Less it's royalty of joys.
But It all means nothing to me.
Without someone to love.
Would you love my invisibility.
Hiding in plain sight.
So blatantly unseen my ghost.
Tormenting his pride.
Loneliness is a slow death.
I've willingly accepted to apply.
And It would mean everything.
To have someone to love.
But my vessel lies empty.
Withering of rot.
Somethings gone missing.
Like a thief in the night. ...
64 reads
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
2nd Jun 2014 5:26am
2nd Jun 2014 5:26am
God Mail
Dear God,
In the beginning I hated everything.
The pusher man.
The beggers man's hand.
It was never clean.
Lazy drunken bums.
All before the tender age of seventeen.
Addictions of the reaper man.
Their dirty needles used.
But seldom ever clean.
The dealers thugs.
The chalked outlines.
From murdering slugs.
Wrapping up their bloody scenes.
The preacher's man's fool.
Whispering lies from his knees.
That he says he's never told.
But God you know.
A perverted mind is filthy bad.
Always plotting...
In the beginning I hated everything.
The pusher man.
The beggers man's hand.
It was never clean.
Lazy drunken bums.
All before the tender age of seventeen.
Addictions of the reaper man.
Their dirty needles used.
But seldom ever clean.
The dealers thugs.
The chalked outlines.
From murdering slugs.
Wrapping up their bloody scenes.
The preacher's man's fool.
Whispering lies from his knees.
That he says he's never told.
But God you know.
A perverted mind is filthy bad.
Always plotting...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
1st May 2014 7:30pm
1st May 2014 7:30pm
LoveMaster
Love is a perfect murder
On a one lane suicide
Bitch stretched out in her skin thight thong
She ain't ever gonn'a make it back
Cuz look who's happened to come along
He's the love master of rhythm, ryhme and song
He's just doing his thing
Hunting love
Right where he belongs
She was lookin so fine
From the other side of the road
So he pulled it over
Oh! The way she straddled his pride
If you could only see
He could feed more than her mind
Full throttle ain't fast enough
As that girl was screaming loud ...
On a one lane suicide
Bitch stretched out in her skin thight thong
She ain't ever gonn'a make it back
Cuz look who's happened to come along
He's the love master of rhythm, ryhme and song
He's just doing his thing
Hunting love
Right where he belongs
She was lookin so fine
From the other side of the road
So he pulled it over
Oh! The way she straddled his pride
If you could only see
He could feed more than her mind
Full throttle ain't fast enough
As that girl was screaming loud ...
222 reads
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STORY POEM
Published
18th Apr 2014 5:28am
18th Apr 2014 5:28am
Stripper & The Gigolo
These events are based on a true story ..
The participants name's have been removed ..
To protect my innocents ..
It was late .. two A.M ..
She was an angel ..
Straight out of heaven ..
The easy way she walked in ..
That day after dark ..
She was more like sin ..
That night late ..
I lost my mind ..
She could of given a blind man sight ..
What a woman ..
And ever man fell hard ..
Spiralling transfixed ..
You could say hypnotized ..
What a vision of beauty ..
I still can't believe her eyes ..
She owned the...
The participants name's have been removed ..
To protect my innocents ..
It was late .. two A.M ..
She was an angel ..
Straight out of heaven ..
The easy way she walked in ..
That day after dark ..
She was more like sin ..
That night late ..
I lost my mind ..
She could of given a blind man sight ..
What a woman ..
And ever man fell hard ..
Spiralling transfixed ..
You could say hypnotized ..
What a vision of beauty ..
I still can't believe her eyes ..
She owned the...
66 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Mar 2014 9:55am
23rd Mar 2014 9:55am
The Missing Love Letter
Have you heard the deal.
That comes down from up above.
Some say it hurts like hell.
But trust me when I tell ya.
It's really love.
How much would it cost.
A penny for the simple things.
A million dollars for your thoughts.
A diamond ring.
If you where to be my wife.
I'd pay that price.
In an instant before it's not.
For all your precious teardrops.
That would sparkle from your eyes.
Not in sadness but In joy.
So priceless for a common man.
Such as I.
But still I'll live inside a dream.
A badboy.
And his bag of...
That comes down from up above.
Some say it hurts like hell.
But trust me when I tell ya.
It's really love.
How much would it cost.
A penny for the simple things.
A million dollars for your thoughts.
A diamond ring.
If you where to be my wife.
I'd pay that price.
In an instant before it's not.
For all your precious teardrops.
That would sparkle from your eyes.
Not in sadness but In joy.
So priceless for a common man.
Such as I.
But still I'll live inside a dream.
A badboy.
And his bag of...
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SELF POEM
Published
19th Mar 2014 3:07am
19th Mar 2014 3:07am
Choking On The Blues
I sit here and I wait.
Looking down old roads of the past.
But it's to late.
To rebuild the path.
Once made of steel.
Now just broken glass.
That cuts me when I feel.
The memories can never be forgotten.
So I'll pray for the day.
And run from it's wrath.
And whatever the price.
I can never pay.
The dues.
I have nothing more then a little pride.
Left here to swallow.
Cuz I'm choking on it's blues.
That's left me empty.
And feeling hollow.
To die.
So I sit here in my silence.
Gazing into...
Looking down old roads of the past.
But it's to late.
To rebuild the path.
Once made of steel.
Now just broken glass.
That cuts me when I feel.
The memories can never be forgotten.
So I'll pray for the day.
And run from it's wrath.
And whatever the price.
I can never pay.
The dues.
I have nothing more then a little pride.
Left here to swallow.
Cuz I'm choking on it's blues.
That's left me empty.
And feeling hollow.
To die.
So I sit here in my silence.
Gazing into...
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LOVE POEM
Published
15th Mar 2014 8:11am
15th Mar 2014 8:11am
Loves Crazy
Oh! It sticks to me.
Like a stain.
I can't get it out.
From underneath my skin.
Everything it does to me.
I feel in pleasure of it's pain.
And I fall heavy.
To it's rien.
It temps this man's lust.
Enough to rattle.
A weaker man's brain.
It's never in a hurry.
To get close enough.
And before my day is done.
My head is gonna roll.
It may have been the crush.
That took it's toll.
When control finally explodes.
And loves turned to rust.
Oh!, why do I think so dam much.
I guess it lies in touch.
With the heart. ...
Like a stain.
I can't get it out.
From underneath my skin.
Everything it does to me.
I feel in pleasure of it's pain.
And I fall heavy.
To it's rien.
It temps this man's lust.
Enough to rattle.
A weaker man's brain.
It's never in a hurry.
To get close enough.
And before my day is done.
My head is gonna roll.
It may have been the crush.
That took it's toll.
When control finally explodes.
And loves turned to rust.
Oh!, why do I think so dam much.
I guess it lies in touch.
With the heart. ...
83 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
13th Mar 2014 4:19pm
13th Mar 2014 4:19pm
Jonnydank
He wasn't a rich man.
He was never born to fame.
Never had applause.
Never the star of the game.
But his words had strength and style.
With things he had to say.
But he had a gentle smile.
As you watched him sing and play.
But then again.
He was just another face.
Oh, Jonnydank.
Oh, Jonnydank.
Was his name.
Never was he arrogant but proud.
He lived as a man so mild.
Maybe he was outspoken, but never was he loud.
With a heart pure like a sweet little child.
Honest and patient living life so true.
He lived day to...
He was never born to fame.
Never had applause.
Never the star of the game.
But his words had strength and style.
With things he had to say.
But he had a gentle smile.
As you watched him sing and play.
But then again.
He was just another face.
Oh, Jonnydank.
Oh, Jonnydank.
Was his name.
Never was he arrogant but proud.
He lived as a man so mild.
Maybe he was outspoken, but never was he loud.
With a heart pure like a sweet little child.
Honest and patient living life so true.
He lived day to...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Mar 2014 8:52am
13th Mar 2014 8:52am
Forest Lawn
Doc in Holliday.
Billy the Kid.
They loved money.
And they loved booze.
The infamous Jesse James.
With his gang on the loose.
Didn't lose their heads.
On the hangmans noose.
It was in a gunfight.
In a hell fire of lead.
Tommy Gun love songs.
That Bonnie and Clyde made.
Sex and their bank jobs.
And games of death that they played.
Maybe a foolish game.
They call it russian roulette.
With losers sporting bullet holes.
Through both sides of their heads.
They lived to fast and furious.
All of them raced for it's...
Billy the Kid.
They loved money.
And they loved booze.
The infamous Jesse James.
With his gang on the loose.
Didn't lose their heads.
On the hangmans noose.
It was in a gunfight.
In a hell fire of lead.
Tommy Gun love songs.
That Bonnie and Clyde made.
Sex and their bank jobs.
And games of death that they played.
Maybe a foolish game.
They call it russian roulette.
With losers sporting bullet holes.
Through both sides of their heads.
They lived to fast and furious.
All of them raced for it's...
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STORY POEM
Published
11th Mar 2014 8:23am
11th Mar 2014 8:23am
Dozen Roses On My Grave
I crumble to pieces ..
Like a broken man ..
Here in the silence ..
Losing emotional upper hand ..
Life's been passing me by ..
While I can only watch ..
The empty funneling.
Of hourglass sands ..
Now I never sleep ..
When I think of you ..
With no time wasted ..
There's nothing more to do ..
And tomorrow it's another dozen roses ..
You'll lay upon my grave ..
So what can I say ..
What shall I do ..
I can't go on living ..
Me here with you ..
But I know it'll be over soon ..
Beside deadlines of the dark...
Like a broken man ..
Here in the silence ..
Losing emotional upper hand ..
Life's been passing me by ..
While I can only watch ..
The empty funneling.
Of hourglass sands ..
Now I never sleep ..
When I think of you ..
With no time wasted ..
There's nothing more to do ..
And tomorrow it's another dozen roses ..
You'll lay upon my grave ..
So what can I say ..
What shall I do ..
I can't go on living ..
Me here with you ..
But I know it'll be over soon ..
Beside deadlines of the dark...
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SONG LYRICS
Published
10th Mar 2014 2:25am
10th Mar 2014 2:25am
Big White Behind
Country Song
Hello baby.
It's been awhile.
How are you doing.
Well I'm doing just fine.
Say that again.
You want to come back.
I'm just surprised.
To hear you say that.
(Chorus)
Cause when I think about.
All your cheating and lying.
How you took my love.
And left me crying.
You broke my heart.
But you made up my mind.
And you can kiss me now.
Where the sun it don't shine.
And baby.
If you didn't know it.
That's my big .. white .. behind.
I'm being cruel.
Well give me a break.
Your...
Hello baby.
It's been awhile.
How are you doing.
Well I'm doing just fine.
Say that again.
You want to come back.
I'm just surprised.
To hear you say that.
(Chorus)
Cause when I think about.
All your cheating and lying.
How you took my love.
And left me crying.
You broke my heart.
But you made up my mind.
And you can kiss me now.
Where the sun it don't shine.
And baby.
If you didn't know it.
That's my big .. white .. behind.
I'm being cruel.
Well give me a break.
Your...
54 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
10th Mar 2014 00:36am
10th Mar 2014 00:36am
Lovers Lane
Sandy white beaches.
Car parked near lovers lane.
Long erotic kisses.
As passion danced through our veins.
I played with her hair.
Whispering sweet nothings in the sexy way of her look.
An image so beautifully charming.
That both the pillars of heavens.
And earth had nearly shook.
She was a vixen.
With a multi million dollar smile.
Seemed to cut like butter through my heart.
Like a razor sharpened knife.
And as we embraced hands together.
Obsession escaped from under.
Both her rainbow purpled eyes.
And she wanted me bad. ...
Car parked near lovers lane.
Long erotic kisses.
As passion danced through our veins.
I played with her hair.
Whispering sweet nothings in the sexy way of her look.
An image so beautifully charming.
That both the pillars of heavens.
And earth had nearly shook.
She was a vixen.
With a multi million dollar smile.
Seemed to cut like butter through my heart.
Like a razor sharpened knife.
And as we embraced hands together.
Obsession escaped from under.
Both her rainbow purpled eyes.
And she wanted me bad. ...
58 reads
4 Comments
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