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Ian Jobst
Ian Jobst Oxford / United States, Male, 16
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Oxford Middle School
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About Me : Place of Birth: US Place of Heart: Literature Place of Soul: Poetry I was born in Oxford Alabama, though feel little homage to it as it is but a stop upon my path. ... more »

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Latest 5 Poems of Ian Jobst

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  • POEM: Get Silenced by Serena Silenced (2/27/2014 11:02:00 AM)

    This is an amazing poem, and belongs on the front page of this site.

    In response to Khairul Ahsan

    1. if you find this confusing, DO NOT read any of mine
    2. the fire is proverbial, which is why she says use no flame
    3. the fire is poetry, and it will inspire others to also speak from their self

  • POEM: Life and Chess by Jack Growden (7/27/2013 6:36:00 PM)

    An impressive work to be sure, and well spoken. The truth in such words cannot be depleted by the notoriety of their speaker. For just as the pawns are overlooked for their number, their necessity nor truth cannot be overstated.

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  • Ian Jobst (1/13/2014 12:30:00 PM) Post reply

    I am Ian C. Jobst, and am fourteen years old. This poem was written in response to Edgar Allen Poe's Birth Day

    My Nefarious Love

    My nefarious love
    Angel wings of a dove
    Velvet voice tethered fell
    My heart yearning
    none other quell
    Yet behind ye fa├žade
    and thy honeyed skin
    lies a soul of evil and sin
    Yet in ponderance I wonder
    If oureth love shall end asunder
    Yet just then my eyes caught
    upon gleam of light
    I beheld on my nightly vigil
    a grave and dear fright
    Yet Just as it I beheld
    did my eyes grow dim
    And so it was that
    my mistress my heart
    Took out my own
    and sliced it apart
    As blood pooled cross
    my lifeless chest
    I became but a soul,
    a wraith of no delight
    And call terror to her own though it be black as night
    And so I haunt her
    my mistress my heart
    I gave unto my mistress
    And she tore me apart

    Ian Jobst

  • Ian Jobst (7/27/2013 12:49:00 AM) Post reply

    Hello, I am 14 old and have already written several poems, I'd appreciate it if you would comment or rate a few. I believe some people might find them to their liking. They are deep poems and not silly nor happy-go-lucky.

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