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Johnny H. Poem
The taste of this piss
Just to prove myself to him
An older brother
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Your favorite shade
Encompassing my pupils
Gone from blue to gray
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A few days ago
I thought I could choose from two
Now I’m glad I can’t
I am too jealous
Seems all I do is envy
You must know that too
Say it straight to me
I understand the silence
But I have no proof
Of course you are cute
But are you anything else?
Tell me if you are
You are much better
No rules, no awkward silence
I could change for you
The tone of my voice
Was suppressing what I felt
But I think you knew
My friends tell me
That I have some sort of chance
Why don’t you tell me
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I have always thought
Such ideas to be logical
Thought that a lover leaves,
and leaves room for another
But maybe there’s more to it
A lover leaves,
God throws in another lover
In his critically acclaimed grace of timing
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I am envious of those that I hate
But my jealousy has brought me no gain
With my new found hate, i am more like them
i can take my soul, and stuff it in my pants
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Demons all around me
Waiting to suck out my soul
Angels have also found me
Waiting for me to pay their toll
Rain falls downs on you
It drenches your cotton clothes
Piercing sun still surrounds you
Making dreary feelings decompose
Why are you touched by materials
The way I am touched by the mind?
You love the taste of your cereal
It reminds me of a simpler time
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There’s nothing quite like the look she gave me
Nothing like her beauty so burdened with disgust
There’s nothing quite like the look she gave you
Nothing like my jealousy ignited by her lust
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I like it here
Where there’s no one who nags
Where there is no fun
Just relaxation
Waiting for tomorrow to come
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The weight of my bones and my organs push down
into the dirt and whatever lies below
It's hard not to wonder what my pressure stresses
what would feel relief if i jumped
suspended by nothing
until i hit the ground with all my force
What would feel the pressure then?
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The six strings on the wall
Don’t mean a thing anymore
The poster behind them
Doesn’t remind me of Strawberry Fields anymore
(or childhood car rides back from grandma’s)
I know longer plug in my father’s old record player
(Just to hear Fat City)
But still every time I hear a melody without lyrics
I make them up
And they are always about you
Or a girl like you,
Names don’t matter
It’s the thought
that I will never change.
It’s all because of you
You’ve always liked my eyes
But you’ve never tried to read them
You’ve always laughed
And I guess I look away
Maybe it’s my fault,
I just don’t want to stare.
The neck is twisted
But it has been that way for as long as I have had it
My mother left it in the garage
And let it find its own shape.
But if I had a choice,
I would have a straight neck.
I would have new nylon strings.
I would be at my full potential.
Each string,
Harsh when plucked,
Doesn’t mean a thing to me anymore,
And my Michael Omartian record may as well
Be warped too.
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