John Demon Jones
Biography of John Demon Jones
Just because I write does not mean I'm a writer. Sure, I can throw a few rhymes together and make a sad story, but that's not the meaning behind my 'writings'. Try to realize that all that I write is in one way or another true. I've lost loved ones to suicide, I've fought my inner demons, I've gone through depression. All that I write is like a window to my thoughts. I cannot better my writings if you evade telling me what I should change. Feel free to judge and critique. It is most welcome.
John Demon Jones Poems
A pittance in the fountain grants the wish of the good hearted A single bud of rose Petals flurished, a deep blood crimson only seen if the moon were upon it A mess of thorns among a mangled wound
Depression is being tired, yet you can never fall asleep. It is forever wanting more, and ignoring what you keep. Depression is the rock you trip on, when you could move around. It is a way of crying out, but never making a sound.
A Dark Past.
Some where done to me. Some where done for me. Most where done by me. But all have helped me.
Quotes Worth Hearing.
Quotes worth hearing. 'Once a girl my age at school asked me how I got the scars on my arms. I told her it was a sad and long story but she just replied, 'I have time and i like a story. Pleas tell me how they got there? ' I said that I got them in a battle long ago. She stared at me for a long time, and then asked, 'Who were you battling? ' I just answered, 'Myself.'
Dusk begins to fall She lies under the dark shrouds Fair maiden's pale skin Soft and white as silken cloth
Memories In The Wind
Where the trees are green and the sky is clear. This is where my heart does lie. With meadows pure and resting deer. This is where my heart does lie.
Love In A World Apart
I looked into your heart, I saw my name You have a feeling for me, I feel the same Whenever you feel alone, as if I'm far away Just remember that I am always here to stay
Shatter, splatter, broken dreams. Nothing's ever as it seems. Drip, drop, color splash. Adding life, but just a dash.
Selfish; That was the word that came to her mind. The word runs through her head. Peace was all she wanted to find.
Those Who Have Died
For those who have died for their loved ones, You are loved, even in death.
I Was, Now I Am
I was the demon that fell from the sky, A lowly monster that wanted to die. I was the fallen who shattered tike clay. A pathetic lost one that no longer can pray.
Turn off the light. Grab the feathered pen. Fight off your fright Close your eyes, count to ten.
Step After Step
Step after step Breath after breath My heart starts to pound faster rate I am anticipating the upcoming event
I hold the knife in shaking hands My arms are laced with scarlet bands My disheveled skin is patched and sown I live with a pain that no one else has known
Those Who Have Died
For those who have died for their loved ones,
You are loved, even in death.
For those who have died in battle,
You now have the peaceful silence.
For those who have taken their own lives,
You caused more pain then you ended.