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Monthly Archives: August 2014

this is just fantasy

19 Tuesday Aug 2014

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                                                                             Make You Mine

                                                               I see you standing on the corner

                                                               Looking all sweet and fine

                                                               With your long hair and big boots

                                                              I want to make you mine

                                                              As I look to where you are standing

                                                              Our eyes meet from across the street

                                                              A knowing glance,is that a sign?

                                                             I want to make you mine

                                                             You tell me your name is Nancy

                                                             Your face made up all fancy

                                                             The sun catches your hair,makes it shine

                                                             I want to make you mine

                                                             I hope like hell that you are single

                                                            And want to go out and mingle

                                                            Lets go and have a good time

                                                           I want to make you mine

                                                           We go out for a dance and some loving

                                                          Things are getting all hot and heavy

                                                          Jesus is this really happening

                                                          Could she really be the one

                                                         She knows a trick or two with her fingers

                                                         As they go exploring

                                                         There is one thing,she is never boring

                                                         So after all the dancing and romancing

                                                         We get along all fine all dandy

                                                         She tastes as sweet as candy

                                                         You know she could be mine                 

this is about breaking up with Angela last night

17 Sunday Aug 2014

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                                                                                  Goodbye 27

                                                         We have been going out for a month now

                                                         and I still don’t anything about you

                                                         You have all these little secrets

                                                        you built a wall,that I cant beak through

                                                        You sit there playing with your phone

                                                        oblivious to whats around you

                                                       I ask a question,i get no answer

                                                       You are just a lonesome dancer

                                                       So goodbye 27

                                                       I thought you were an angel from heaven

                                                      but  you are an angel in disquise

                                                      now you are free to see other guys

                                                      I wish you the best on your travels

                                                     but open your mouth and speak

                                                     just find your path and seek

                                                    So goodbye 27

                                                    You are not what im looking for

                                                    your too young,only27

                                                   I need someone older that’s for sure

 

                                                  This poem is dedicated to my good friend

                                                  Clyde Dylan Ybanez

                                                  Thanks for your friendship,support

                                                  and inspiration.  

 

                                                        

this is like seinfeld,its about nothing really

17 Sunday Aug 2014

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                                                                       Aint No Good Luck

                                                       I woke up this morning with the blues

                                                       from my headache to my shoes

                                                       turned on the tv,got the bad morning news

                                                      Plane crash,car smash,train off the rails       

                                                      news reader lookingsmug,tidy and neat

                                                     reading the news from their privliged seat

                                                      Im just a spectator in this thing called life

                                                      got no children,havent got a wife

                                                      If I get up to walk,i would fall down the stairs

                                                      If I get in my car,i would drive off a cliff

                                                      If I took a girl home,my cock wouldn’t get stiff

                                                      You get the picture,just stay in bed

                                                       You cant get in trouble that way

                                                       Unless you piss on your electric blanket

                                                       and become a crispy critter haha         

this is sort of about me when i was in my twenties

17 Sunday Aug 2014

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                                                                   A Little Something

                                                         It seems like pain and sorrow

                                                         follows me around like my shadow

                                                         A knife in the guts,a hole in my soul

                                                        Im standing on the gallows

                                                        Ineed a little something

                                                       to get me through the day

                                                       a pill a beer,i don’t care

                                                      just give me a little something

                                                      Im creeping around,going nowhere

                                                     waiting for a pick me up&go

                                                     I feel the badness everywhere

                                                     It feels like im dying,real slow

                                                    Ineed a little something

                                                    to make the pain go away

                                                    A whiskey,bourbon,maybe some coke

                                                    Something to drink,something to smoke

                                                    You know what I am saying

                                                    You have been down that road yourself

                                                    I am out of my head,dont know whats happening

                                                     Just give me a little something      

This is about my sister Sue,who died in February 2nd this year

16 Saturday Aug 2014

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                                                                                            Ode To Sue 

                                                   I lost my sister about six months ago,she had the cancer that gets in your bones

                                                   she had just turned fifty when she was taken from this earth

                                                  So I am writing this poem for what its worth

                                                  Sue was my little sister,two years younger then me

                                                 A sweet little sister and now she is free

                                                 She was diagnosed,about six months before it took her

                                                 She gave it a fight with all her might

                                                 But it was a fight she couldn’t win

                                                 She left behind two great kids,and a grandchild,she didn’t get to see

                                                So,it is good bye Sue,I will see you in a little while

                                                When I come up to see you,i will bring a ciggy and a smile

                                               This is the hardest thing that I have ever had to write

                                               I had to put it down on paper,the love I have for my sister

                                               I do now,and always will miss her

                                              My heart is full of sorrow,my eyes bleed tears

                                              That fill the rivers of tomorrow

                                              So I come to the final goodbye,Sue you were the bravest perso

                                              That I have ever known,a free spirit floating everywhere

                                              So Sue go and find Greg{ deceased brother} and you can walk

                                             the path together,whereever it may go

                                             Fly,bye        

This is A mixture of my ex girlfriends.

16 Saturday Aug 2014

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                                                                             Little Miss

                                            Little Miss Hurricane

                                            She blew me off my feet

                                           Little Miss Tornado

                                           Sne spun me around,upside down

                                           Little Miss Firecracker

                                           Well she was one hot mama

                                          sparks wrere flying,round&round

                                          Little Miss Dunny Door

                                         Well she banged and banged and banged

                                         Little Miss Hard Hat

                                         She was a tough mother,no nonsense

                                         I was out of my depth

                                         Little Miss Cant Be Wrong

                                         Well you know the one,a pain in the butt

                                         She just couldn’t be wrong

                                        Little Miss Perfect

                                        Well she doesn’t exist

                                                

This is about when i was bullied at school

16 Saturday Aug 2014

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                                                         So Sad and Blue

                            Feeling a bit down today

                            Thinking about my days at school

                            Where I was the subject of constant crap

                           Where all the kids were cruel

                          Pushed down stairs,pants pulled down,

                         Broken toe in woodwork,head held down,

                       in a toilet full of shit,tied naked to a tree,

                        dead leg,punched,kicked,spat on,abused,

                      in the showers,called names,etc.

                     So Sad and Blue

                     I don’t know what to do

                    I don’t understand,what did I do?

                   Ineed a razor,maybe a gun

                   Too many tears,over the years. 

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