Archive for Relationships

Lost Loves

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , on March 1, 2010 by Jonny Voices

To every girl that’s left me in a bloodied drunken mess

And screaming on her doorstep outside of her address,

For every girl I’ve lost or had stole along the way

Made my sins repentable and my soul a shade of grey,

I apologise as might I may but I will not forgive

The bitterness I showed you or any evil wish,

I see I may have been too intense for you that time

Though after years of tears I still believe no crime,

Although my blood still flows like it will until I die

It flows with extra pain from every time you made me cry,

Although my voice is hoarse and battered by the strains

Every uttered word for every girl remains,

I couldn’t know your reason in abandoning my life

Or scarring every night I sleep with your mental knife,

I will not psychoanalyse my need to stay with you

I only assume it something with a sick and morbid view,

And even though I’m such a different person than I was

Your face remains inside my tears simply because.

I couldn’t be the me I am with out the you you were,

I couldn’t be the he I am if you were not that her,

I wouldn’t be embittered or twisted with mistrust

If you never left me with that look of pure disgust,

So when I’m stalking you or I refuse to let you go,

You made me this monster and now you fucking know.

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The Majority Love Song

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on February 19, 2010 by Jonny Voices

They say,

Tomorrow is another day,

But they don’t know

What happened yesterday,

One week,

Tears on a lonely cheek

Pain in your heart

Regrets on your tired feet,

A moons pass,

Memories that never last

Crying through bedroom walls

You can’t forget the past,

I’m one of a kind

No two the same

One cries in anger

The other in shame,

My hearts bleeding dry

I don’t want to remain

And I can’t live alone

Coz I’ll die from this pain,

When i die,

I wont tell you why

My solace regrets

Things I cannot deny,

And my pain is your pain,

My fears are your fears,

All my dreams have died now,

Except in your tears.

I live in your tears.

Em Emily

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 14, 2010 by Jonny Voices

Em Emily Em so pretty

Em so smart Em so witty

You fitty you dreamer

Me voyeur you screamer,

Disbeliever child of nature

First love school girl and painter,

Blues brother for soul sister

Edge the bed can’t resist her,

Blond platinum bombshell bikini

Killer death to dreams and the dreamy

Rapist of hope and light and lust

Defiler destroyer player or bust,

Friend and faithful you shunted me

Fucked with him and cunted me

Kicked me bit me licked me up

I couldn’t call you school girl slut,

I couldn’t dare or think or paint

I worshipped you as evil saint,

And tormented, twisted and burning

Egg of Lilith Adam is yearning

Reaching tearing crying screaming

99 years of lucid dreaming,

Of toe sucking and curling regrets

Of heart wrenching and losing on bets,

Of tossing and turning and vomit and sickness

Adolescent denial and desperate thickness,

And till the next love came along

I praised you Em, for being my one.

Bad Education Good Whore

Posted in Jonny Voices, Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 8, 2010 by Jonny Voices

Thanks to internet dating

Or the music in the club,

I could never find a woman

For a sexy quick old rub,

And now we got equality

And women have a vote,

I’m just fucking frowned upon

you dirty pervert scrote,

And all the girls at work

Will avoid me like the mumps,

Coz I’m a miserable bastard

Arrogant bearded cunt,

And when it comes to sex

If I don’t want fat and rough,

I gotta pay some money

For a stunnin bit of muff,

But thanks to dear old labour

All the hotties are now jobless,

And maybe a few quid

Will quickly get them topless,

The uni’s sure wont have them

But you know I fucking will,

Cos 50 pounds an hour

Can buy some cheap old thrill,

You say she looks respectable

When she’s drinking in your town,

But I gave her money for her drinks

When she was going down,

So if your daughter lives alone

How’s she pay the rent,

Single bedroom for incalls

Prostitutional intent,

How’s your girlfriend feeling

Her education’s poor,

Her career path is McDonald’s

Or she could become a whore,

£4.83 an hour

From 18 till 21,

Or 100 and hour

For sucking on my dong,

I find it all ironic

That the government hates whores,

But pushes more and more of them

To work behind closed doors,

They refuse to give out options

To so many of the young,

So some of them have dead-end jobs

But most of them have none,

Some of them have kids

Cos the government pays their way,

Some become beauticians

For fucking lousy pay,

Some will work for nothing

And some will work in shops,

But more so now than ever

Some will work with cocks,

So if your child is precious

And you want to give the best,

And stop old men paying

To suck upon her chest,

you better make your government

Fund more Universities,

So places aren’t like gold dust

And your girls get off their knees.

Imagine_87

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , on January 23, 2010 by Jonny Voices

She was a lezza and she played footy
But she was my Sue and I was her Sooty
And it all fucked up when she got 3 strikes
And I ran away hard like a pair of Nikes.