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Jonathan Bajis Poem
Dark is black and black is dark; this is the day we did depart. No more saying it’s ok, no more hugs to take the pain away. You left me as if in rain and gave me unrelenting pain. You’re a wretched whore with no shame. I wouldn’t care if you were dying. As a matter of fact, I’d probably be smiling. I’d make you choke on your own blood; you’d probably take it as easily as eating cum. I’d tear your guts apart with a butter knife, and smother you with them from time to time. But that’s not it, no far from it my darling, I need to repay you for the pain you’ve caused me. Next I’d cut off your arms maybe your legs, give you some beatings with them. Can you feel the pain? Cut apart your chest rip out your bleeding heart. Take a bite, rip it apart. Can you feel my pain? Tear out your eyeballs, shove them in your rectum, crying and pleading. Can you feel my pain yet? No? How about ripping off your ears so you can’t hear? Now I see you are starting to fear. Crying blood and begging for your life. But I end your life with a violent strife. Dearest woman that was so close to me. Why did you make me do this to thee? Your laying in blood and rotten soil, your life no more, I feel somewhat humble. Revenge is taken, my deed is done, you are no more, and in hell you can have fun.
Copyright © Jonathan Bajis | Year Posted 2014
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Before reading, note that I wrote this because I was bored and like to make up sick poems like this. I'm not mentally ill or anything like that. Just thought I had to get that out in the open. This is a creative artwork, so don't go saying I'm fking crazy and gonna shoot up a school.
*Fun Fact: Wrote this in about 8 mins.*
Why are you crying?
Why are you shaking?
Why can't I see that face you're making?
Oh, That face, the face of fear. well, why are you so scared my dear?
"What goes around comes around" that's what they say. Besides, everyone dies someday.
It just so happens that your time is short; well that's your fault, for being a whore.
you can't blame me for your sins you wretch. My job is to kill you, and to God leave the rest.
Although I will do it, it won't be quick. It will torture your soul, make your very essence sick.
what will I use?
what tool today?
it must be a special one,
for the whore dies this day.
Ah! Perfect! A chainsaw right here,
I'll start with your toes, and work up to your ears.
May this chainsaw be a seal of fate.
For you who chose to betray my faith.
Well that's ok, it won't be too long.
After I'm through, I'll throw you in the trash where you belong.
Maybe even use your blood as water; blood shower, yes, what a wonderful idea!
Oh dear, you look so pale,
I'd feel bad if it wasn't your betrayal.
Oh well! Maybe in another life you can try again, but for now, smile for my little friend!
Copyright © Jonathan Bajis | Year Posted 2016
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Jonathan Bajis Poem
Once there was a young boy, who in gas was doused. Trying to find his way home, he stumbled into an abandoned house. He looked around for the light switch, and then he found it at last. But he'll wish he didn't find it, for this sight is quite vast. Faces of all his lost friends strung abroad, hanging on the walls, covering the halls. The boy was horrified, unable to stand, just at that moment he saw a man. He wore a tall black coat, a black hat and mask; he had a special little room where he sawed people in half. With a demented smile under his mask he started pulling the boy. "You're a new experiment" he said while dragging him like a toy. The boy tried to fight, but was sickened by the sight, all his friends dead, what was the point in life? He was laid down on a pile of bones; with a weak yell he said “No... No...” Just as the man was about to commence, there was a noise out by the fence. “Of course something happens when we’re at the best part! If you don’t stay here I’ll tear out your heart.” The boy started to jerk at the ropes he was binded by, one by one they started to untie. He broke free but the man was coming back, out of options, he reached for a match. “WHAT DID I TELL YOU?!” The man said violently, the boy simply said “in hell you will rot with me.” Astounded by this statement the man now saw, the boy was covered in gas and the match about to go off. “You’re a Goddamn lunatic!” The man said, at that moment he tried hitting the boy in the head. “That isn’t true.” The boy said “But if I’m going to die, you will also be dead.” With one more frivolous attempt at grabbing him, the match struck his shirt and in flames they were scorching. Both of them burned, first the boy then the man, but he didn’t die without a final stand. He stood his ground and was seen as a hero. Especially to his parents, who in his death were engulfed by sorrow. The death was tragic but life moves on. In death is life, and he will live on.
(Forgive me if this seems a bit worse than my usual poems, I got bored and decided to write this in the library during lunch at school. My poems are usually better with rhyming and story line when i have a little time to think. I hope you like it anyway, thanks for reading!)
Copyright © Jonathan Bajis | Year Posted 2014
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Jonathan Bajis Poem
Dark and black, black and dark,
this was the day we did depart.
No more love, no more games,
after you left me alone in the
rain.
So now i sit here dwelling in
deep thought, why was it to me
this sadness was brought?
Forever alone now on i will be,
until the end of eternity.
-
Guy
Copyright © Jonathan Bajis | Year Posted 2013
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I tried all that I can to make it work
I begged, pleaded, cried my eyes out
Still, I had all hope that we can make it work
Now, I have to go on with all these doubts--
Doubts about my future
Will I ever love again?
Can I get over this heart so broken?
What do I do?
Where do I go from here?
Can I ever love again?
Or are these thoughts that I must put to an end?
I'd like to form new friendships,
But it may be hard
The pain of losing a past love
It has me emotionally scarred
Loneliness-I can't stand the feeling
The pain of losing her has me reeling
I don't think that I can ever love again,
Maybe I just don't deserve to
Maybe love is not meant for me,
Or maybe it's just my point of view
The hurt of losing a past love,
It's hard to overcome
The pain of a love gone wrong,
It has me feeling very numb
I know, it seems as if I'm just rambling
But I'm sick and tired of all this gambling--
Gambling with my heart
I don't want to hurt anymore
But can I love again and have my heart restored?
I'm so lost in this pain,
Feels like I'm dying
To start my life all over again,
There's no sense in trying
Life seems to be such a blur
All because of my past lover
Why love again if it will hurt so much in the end?
I don't think I can put my heart out there ever again.
~J0HNNY3T3ARZ
Copyright © Jonathan Bajis | Year Posted 2016
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Sweat blood and tears best
describe the last few years full
of grief and lost loves sleepless
nights with no hugs no one can
feel the pain that i feel the
thought of love is like breaking
steel i keep imagining how
great it would be to have a
women who would be close to
me to be my staff to be my
guide to be my lover until we
die but sadly it is just a dream
so now ill lay my head to sleep
praying that i stay there for
keeps
Copyright © Jonathan Bajis | Year Posted 2013
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There she goes down the road
in a bodybag full of glass,
cutting her up blinding her eyes
this is point she wishes she
dies. But oh no he is not done
with her yet, the most
important part she must not
forget. The part where her
innocence is forcefully taken,
because to her man's heart her
deceit was stricken "LIAR LIAR
LIAR!" the man yelled in angry
tones. Here came the part
where he started breaking her
bones. first her hands, then her
ribs, then inside her he was in.
He raped her until her eyes
were dazed then decided to
break her legs "just in case you
try to run away." The man was
finished had his revenge and in
a split second held out his hand
"You are a witch and a whore
as well, take your wretched
deeds with you to hell!" After
this he loudly said he put a
bullet in her head. his deed was
done, she was dead, now he
sleeps calmly in his bed.
Copyright © Jonathan Bajis | Year Posted 2013
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Blood was running down his
skin hot and sticky like a
summer wind. he felt himself
slowly losing sight "is this how i
die tonight?" As his eyes rolled
back slowly into his head his
body grew cold, he was now
dead. but dont be sad although
he is gone, he is in a better
place, and his soul will live on.
Copyright © Jonathan Bajis | Year Posted 2013
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