Sexy poem |
SexWe sit together in our childish naivety,My arms around her waist as we press and knead and press and knead withYour strong and solid body beneathMy hands,The tactile motion of coursing fingertips, ...
Posted by Jonathan on Tue, 06 May 2008 09:29:00 PST |
Dumb poetry again! |
I looked across the table at her. Her dress, her eyes she was looking away from me again her legs, her shoes.I saw her arms and feet, her hands and neckI was so poorly dressed they almost didn&rs...
Posted by Jonathan on Sun, 23 Mar 2008 08:47:00 PST |
Ok, here’s one of my real poems |
It's hard to find something real that doesn't incriminate either one of my friends or myself or my family. I try to keep it honest, please don't take it too hard if it's you, because you know how much...
Posted by Jonathan on Tue, 26 Feb 2008 10:09:00 PST |
for all the cool people that I think I know |
Two Seperate Thoughts (maybe three)Writing back on it now, did you ever thinkthings would turn out this way?Tried and tired we had walked a long waystogether, but now I'm not so surewhat's b...
Posted by Jonathan on Sat, 05 Jan 2008 09:18:00 PST |
I had a funny dream |
I dreamed I was giving out crackers and peanut butter in a prison in India, going from cell to cell and making sure everybody got some. Nobody (that I remember) said thank you, but most of them seemed...
Posted by Jonathan on Sat, 08 Dec 2007 08:13:00 PST |
I’m writing a ballad (really) |
But it's not ready yet.But I will tell you that i spend an hour and a half working on 2 quatrians of it today, trying to describe a half-person that serves no other purpose in my poem then to walk aro...
Posted by Jonathan on Wed, 28 Nov 2007 11:15:00 PST |
Well, its been a while... Who likes poems? |
HearthAfter one, the clock hears me,Working the evening shift,Daylight hours fading.Nocturnal pale musician,Sloshing through the freezing woodsInto the early hours of the morning,Time has lost all mea...
Posted by Jonathan on Mon, 12 Nov 2007 10:22:00 PST |
Specific trends of a distant relation |
It's come a long way now, we've been sitting along for the ride for at least four years now. Not much doing, the external, but you're unstirred, still. Why not leave, abandon ship as rats to the sea? ...
Posted by Jonathan on Sun, 22 Jul 2007 10:13:00 PST |
poor us |
Are we nothing more then victims of the Information Age, riding the long slow decline into the death of our society? Only colages of what has been can be created, we are regressing to the womb, 10 cel...
Posted by Jonathan on Sat, 23 Jun 2007 03:54:00 PST |
spoken like a true anemic |
there was always some critical mass in relation to ones own personal feuds. it just don't last forever, hon.... the sooner we reached out the sooner we fell off that perchwho flys but two ways anymore...
Posted by Jonathan on Mon, 14 May 2007 12:44:00 PST |
