My Mind, and Scattered Thoughts
My Mind, and Scattered Thoughts
Introduction
See, I’d like to explain my writings
But they come and go as they please.
I write to excite others who read
And for the ones writing enough
to help the pen in their hand bleed.
Hope you enjoy, because I know
that I had a blast writing this. Well,
a blast of thoughts that is…
Jonathon the Poet
My mind has stretch marks,
busting down the door to block thoughts.
Allowing my visions to face fears,
remarks to flow rapidly,
as if the river was oxygen,
and my head was stone.
I keep the powerful white capping waters,
curving, as if I forgotten what to say.
My eye, laser beams into the sky,
calling help for a supernatural.
Gangsta Jon-Jon
I kEeP mAh ThInKz GoIn WhEn I sHoOt MaH nInE/
pUtTiN hO3z 2 sLeEp WhEn I BlOw ThEiR mInD//
i AiNt GoTz Da TiMe Fo DuMb BiTcHeS, ThEy B LaSt N LiNe/
TaTs WhY I GoTz 2 KeEp AlL MaH tHoUgHtS oN dA rEaL sIdE//
bAnG-bAnG bItCh, ThEy NoCkIn At Yo Do'/
DoDgIn Em' LiKe BuLlEtZ wHeN i HiTz Da FlO'//
I kNoW mOsTa YaLl HoEs CaN't HaNdLe MaH fLoW/
ThO iTz TiMe 2 Go, I kEeP mY mInD hEaDeD fO dA dOuGh//
Multi-Me
I open the door, from the floor up goes thoughts galore!
They pour around me and explore about until they bore
Then more, apparently I have no clue what I'm in store for
More and more they come, soaring more than before
I've found my mind; now allow time to let it unwind
Step on the picture I found and watch it blow up like a mine
A large sound of images rush to my brain, so I take a taste
My vision blurs as if my face is misplaced...
..............As I look down, I found it dangling at my waist
This is too complex, what's next? I have to slow this pace
Take my current style to a different level...
..............................watch my mind as it copy's to paste
Jonathon, the Great Storyteller
As I creep up into the window of dreams,
I find this candle, who's light takes the lead.
It flickers around the flame, risking its wax
So I can see. I step through the glass with
my X-Ray of thought. Letting my memory
Cease, for I don't want to long for what I've
forgot. I stand above a man, sleeping in
peace. Then watch darkness in front of me
rise as if it were yeast. Then the next stage
goes on as you slowly turn the page.
Jonathon
I see a puzzle laying in front of me, scrambled to be solved
Watching my mind change it all, as if it rapidly evolved
Yes, see. Filler is a killer, that’s why writers don't commit
They want to live, they strive to get the greatest legit
answer. That’s why cancer lives on, and has a happier life
No one cares anymore. So we see X marks the knife
On wrists of teenagers, high schoolers, dream takers
We drought them of love, filling enough lakes to fill acres
I'd like to leave on the note of this note. Please hope
that one day they can live in a normal place we call home.
RIP Jon-Jon, its been cool
I lay to get reconised
In this casket, to be lowered before the shallow depths of hell
Was my time here a waste?
Maybe I haven't spoken out to all that can hear.
Or saught out to all that could see.
Or touched all that could feel.
Or maybe, just maybe.
My thoughts blew my mind.
Bye Bye... Until next time
Inspired by Mag...
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