Jonathon (Topical/Poetry) (1-0)

[Soule]

Joined in 2006.

14x Poetic Scriptures Hall of Fame
2x Poetic Scriptures Poet of the Month
15x Open Mic Hall of Fame

Best Poem of Intricate Emotions Season 11: Hey Baby

Boy, I just love spring break...
By Jonathon



Times flying fast, as this oncoming party train speeds
With plenty of girls, beer, & all your entertainment needs...
Crowds will plow over your troubles, get wasted, see double
Towns will not last - the hazing defeats beaches to rubble...
No school for a week, weekends are just another day to add
Borrow parents’ money and work hours to pay them back...
A beer belly in thirty minutes, that’s what they call fitness
Go swimming with the fishes and leave sharks as your witness...
They like to get fucked up - off many pills and potions
Sitting on the beach watching the still of the oceans....

But I'm hiding and watching, finding and plotting -
Hoping & praying that the feds wouldn't spot me...
My little daughter's knocking - let me get the door,
'What happened to her daddy...?"
'That bitch was a whore!'
I slit then I store, bodies galore,
Shit's unrealistic like things you Saw 4...
Its raw core, hard would be an understatement -
Keep the blonde ones and hide the others under places...

She's off on her long walk across the darkest beach
I was so nervous & quiet I found it hard to speak...
Good thing because my mission had to be stealthy -
In my mind I knew this couldn't be healthy...

I snuck up behind her and with a thump I bagged her,
She screamed out a lung until I pulled out my dagger...
I tied her then stabbed her, just a little 'nick' on the side
Making sure this was quick; I could see a tear in her eye...
After I put her in the truck & turned down my music -
I drove off to the E.R; aka the place where I pursue this...
I continue to torture - like a vulture I indulge her;
This sounds sick but its just part of my culture...

I was high; she was low... beneath my feet
I could feel her heart beat as if the earth had a pulse...



All the while...

I LOVE spring break...

My Mind, and Scattered Thoughts

Introduction
See, I’d like to explain my writings
But they come and go as they please.
I write to excite others who read
And for the ones writing enough
to help the pen in their hand bleed.
Hope you enjoy, because I know
that I had a blast writing this. Well,
a blast of thoughts that is…

Jonathon the Poet
My mind has stretch marks,
busting down the door to block thoughts.
Allowing my visions to face fears,
remarks to flow rapidly,
as if the river was oxygen,
and my head was stone.
I keep the powerful white capping waters,
curving, as if I forgotten what to say.
My eye, laser beams into the sky,
calling help for a supernatural.

Gangsta Jon-Jon
I kEeP mAh ThInKz GoIn WhEn I sHoOt MaH nInE/
pUtTiN hO3z 2 sLeEp WhEn I BlOw ThEiR mInD//
i AiNt GoTz Da TiMe Fo DuMb BiTcHeS, ThEy B LaSt N LiNe/
TaTs WhY I GoTz 2 KeEp AlL MaH tHoUgHtS oN dA rEaL sIdE//
bAnG-bAnG bItCh, ThEy NoCkIn At Yo Do'/
DoDgIn Em' LiKe BuLlEtZ wHeN i HiTz Da FlO'//
I kNoW mOsTa YaLl HoEs CaN't HaNdLe MaH fLoW/
ThO iTz TiMe 2 Go, I kEeP mY mInD hEaDeD fO dA dOuGh//

Multi-Me
I open the door, from the floor up goes thoughts galore!
They pour around me and explore about until they bore
Then more, apparently I have no clue what I'm in store for
More and more they come, soaring more than before
I've found my mind; now allow time to let it unwind
Step on the picture I found and watch it blow up like a mine
A large sound of images rush to my brain, so I take a taste
My vision blurs as if my face is misplaced...
..............As I look down, I found it dangling at my waist
This is too complex, what's next? I have to slow this pace
Take my current style to a different level...
..............................watch my mind as it copy's to paste

Jonathon, the Great Storyteller
As I creep up into the window of dreams,
I find this candle, who's light takes the lead.
It flickers around the flame, risking its wax
So I can see. I step through the glass with
my X-Ray of thought. Letting my memory
Cease, for I don't want to long for what I've
forgot. I stand above a man, sleeping in
peace. Then watch darkness in front of me
rise as if it were yeast. Then the next stage
goes on as you slowly turn the page.

Jonathon
I see a puzzle laying in front of me, scrambled to be solved
Watching my mind change it all, as if it rapidly evolved
Yes, see. Filler is a killer, that’s why writers don't commit
They want to live, they strive to get the greatest legit
answer. That’s why cancer lives on, and has a happier life
No one cares anymore. So we see X marks the knife
On wrists of teenagers, high schoolers, dream takers
We drought them of love, filling enough lakes to fill acres
I'd like to leave on the note of this note. Please hope
that one day they can live in a normal place we call home.

RIP Jon-Jon, its been cool
I lay to get reconised
In this casket, to be lowered before the shallow depths of hell
Was my time here a waste?
Maybe I haven't spoken out to all that can hear.
Or saught out to all that could see.
Or touched all that could feel.
Or maybe, just maybe.
My thoughts blew my mind.

Bye Bye... Until next time

Inspired by Mag...
Written on Notepad

Jonathon was a monster at topical and poetry. Wrote with the best. He's a prime example of "A title doesn't make a legend."

[Soule]

Bump

[Cody Nash]

He's also listed once as an SS champion in the admin lounge under the past champions.. but I can't find a link or see this battle or who it was against at all so it's hard to say without him around anymore to confirm.

This is another one of those... "He has a lot of hall of fames, but has he done enough?" things to me. Gobs of classic pieces and a top level writer from RB history.

[Soule]

I feel like being a legend is more than being a champion. Its the impact you had on the scene, the influence you had on others, and how long you contributed. There's dudes that did more for the site than league or tournament champions.

[Cody Nash]

I feel like being a legend is more than being a champion. Its the impact you had on the scene, the influence you had on others, and how long you contributed. There's dudes that did more for the site than league or tournament champions.

You could be right there. Is there anybody besides you and I around that remember Jonathon though? I wanna see if anyone else remembers his work even to be real. I bet there's like a dozen people who deserve it that only you and I remember. hahah. Ugh.

[Soule]

Anybody that was around between 2006 and 2012 should remember him. At least any topical or poetry writer should.

[oatmeal]

I remember him being pretty good.