John Demon Jones Poems

A pittance in the fountain grants the wish of the good hearted
A single bud of rose
Petals flurished, a deep blood crimson only seen if the moon were upon it
A mess of thorns among a mangled wound
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Depression is being tired, yet you can never fall asleep.
It is forever wanting more, and ignoring what you keep.
Depression is the rock you trip on, when you could move around.
It is a way of crying out, but never making a sound.
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Quotes worth hearing.

'Once a girl my age at school asked me how I got the scars on my arms. I told her it was a sad and long story but she just replied, 'I have time and i like a story. Pleas tell me how they got there? ' I said that I got them in a battle long ago. She stared at me for a long time, and then asked, 'Who were you battling? ' I just answered, 'Myself.'
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Where the trees are green and the sky is clear.
This is where my heart does lie.
With meadows pure and resting deer.
This is where my heart does lie.
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Some where done to me.
Some where done for me.
Most where done by me.
But all have helped me.
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Dusk begins to fall
 She lies under the dark shrouds
  Fair maiden's pale skin
   Soft and white as silken cloth
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I hold the knife in shaking hands
My arms are laced with scarlet bands
My disheveled skin is patched and sown
I live with a pain that no one else has known
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Step after step
Breath after breath
My heart starts to pound faster rate
I am anticipating the upcoming event
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Turn off the light.
Grab the feathered pen.
Fight off your fright
Close your eyes, count to ten.
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I was the demon that fell from the sky,
A lowly monster that wanted to die.
I was the fallen who shattered tike clay.
A pathetic lost one that no longer can pray.
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