There is a place in my soul1
where the demons of the past2
gather the dead and keep them prisoner3
for all eternity4
Jonathon, lord of the demons5
is invincible to all but himself6
and at the end of the road7
he gives you a choice8
A right will bring you back to earth9
and by decree of Jonathon10
those who travel the left road11
will be destroyed12
Jonathon is my negative self13
the one I can't defeat14
battle after battle he beats me down15
The bastard has no concience16
Truth looks blindly down at me17
and Mercy turns away18
Regret takes a seat beside me19
in my chevy of pain20
Today is a little different21
as first avenue comes into view22
A pool of blood blocks the road23
but the hands cant get a good grip24
I yawn as the cruise control works its magic25
and the artists paint their flowers red26
the chains wont allow them27
to do anything else28
Theives and burglers next29
average joes who watch scrubs30
and dont pay their taxes31
bet on pool with the bank managers32
I smile widely33
both hands on the wheel34
some battles can be won35
if you use the right weapons36
I watch the road for a while37
ignoring the bastards and liars38
newly paved agony in my mind39
and regret spits his gum out the window40
There isnt much in my way anymore41
the hell hounds have gone to sleep42
tired of the bones of arogance43
their tooth decay is discusting44
Making smooth curves 45
around invisible barriers46
the road is long47
but I know a shortcut48
Today is a good day for a drive49
I like spending sundays in my head50
especially today51
because I brought a special package52
Totured souls are playing chess53
they scream at each other54
"Bishop to queens rook seven!" they say55
and I laugh56
Ninth avenue is dead cold57
an ice desert of remorse58
they cant escape themselves59
this place is getting to my head60
At the last intersection61
I "adjust" my rear-view mirror62
and throw it in the back seat63
with the broken body of Jon64
Regret gives me the thumbs up65
and with a demonic grin66
I turn left67
Author notes
I usually dont explain my stuff to try and get ppl to figure it out on their own but ill explain this one a little. Only in hints though. Note the following refrences:
"ninth avenue (implying NINE streets...now connect it to the demon and the title of the story)"
To understand the ending, return to the beginning and think on it.
Note refrences to Truth, Mercy and Regret from my previous series of poems and remember what those poems were about.
I knoe my shit is confusing but its meant to be that way and it seems to work. Anyways hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. So long
~R|$KY~
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I dont think that I will ever fully understand your poems but I still love reading them, they are very intriguing and thought provoking. Although they still make me feel sad and than I miss you more....But keep up the great work!!
Love, Shantell -
applause! !
very captivating. like every thing else you write i dont understand it but i love it. i did, for this first time, think this could be written about your parents or at least it reminded me of mine. stanza 11 really captured this feeling. along with stanza 7 where i first got the idea. i enjoyed this very much like usual. keep it up.(maybe even explain it to me sometime.)ttyl bye. -
Hey jer I really enjoyed this one, your writing style is very different from mine and thats why I think I enjoy it so much. I like how you personalize things like regret. It makes the writing even more special. Great write keep it up. Your sis!
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great!!
holy **** that ****ing rules!! great write i love the ending thats the best part too. man, what a story.
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