The rambles of little Johnny

by Bradley Peter   Jan 13, 2006


*this poem is about the fiction character from both 'Little Tommy' and 'Tommy and Johnny'*

Dirty blood is gashing, seeping from my mortal veins
i know not what i speak, for my master holds the reins
my hand tremble with fear, ready to take a life
i stoop down to the ground, and up my rusty knife
a blank look upon my face, unflinched at what I've done
i chose between the knife, the pill and the gun
i chose the knife because, i could feel the constant pain
and as i left this world, watch my blood flow down the drain

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  • 18 years ago

    by Mona

    Hmm. I like this poem. Beautiful written. Pretty sad though.

    I have an unfinished poem, which I'm probably never gonna finish, a little part of it is:

    Damn what have you done?
    You have cut your wrists!?
    You should have used a gun!

    But that poem is just so bad, I don´t feel like finishing it. But when I read you had to choice between pills, gun and a knife...... I felt like putting it here in my comment hahaha.

    Also thank you for you comment. You are kind of right about the 2 different kind of poems put in one. That poem doesn´t flow for that reason. THough I haven´t put two poems together. I don´t know.. haha I don´t like that poem anyway. I wrote it for a friend, that past a way two years ago. I had a hard time writing that poem. But that´s not an excuse. Hah..

    ANyway thanks for your honest comment.

    Lotsaaa love xxx

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