Don’t Call Me, Baby
You threw a wish in the well? That’s nice, but baby, you smell. To look at you I can tell, I should be on my way You’d trade your […]
Category Archives: Johnathan Schofield
The Road of Lily Reed
Betwixt his thumb and index, he slides the felt above, And with a raised’ eyebrow, he winks toward his love. The cape about his shoulders conceals his brilliant steel, And […]
The Writer
Mantel Piece Memorial
Sweet laughter rises from his heart, The little child of three years old, In safety rests before the start, Of histories yet to be told. His father’s home is warm […]
Rebirth
What with all we were, in retrospect, we find it wanting. What with all we’ve become, upon reflection, we find it passing strange. What with all we hope to be, […]
Rhyme Written In Red 