What is to be Said? (10/06/09)
What is to be said? I know that there is much to say. Let it be known that when it comes to articulation, I find a euphoric pleasure in searching […]
Category Archives: Old Rhyme (Johnathan Schofield)
The Moment I Tell You (8/20/09)
Beautiful, beatiful, beauty, Vision inside of my head, Walking in grace, and so lovely, Painting these words that I’ve said; Each tress catching sun like an ember, Each limb shapely […]
In Vice’s Grip (7/20/09)
In this vice I am not free. In its grip I cease to be. I am not mine, I am not Yours. I feel lost forevermore. This path I take, dark and dreary, […]
The Heart is Desperately Wicked (7/20/09)
bloodshot eyes as he takes another sip of the poison, sip of the poison. he knows it’s his bane; he knows it’s his shame. so why does he drink? why […]
EnemiesTurnedAllies (7/08/09)
Once upon a time, not so very long ago, When cavemen roamed the earth, and earth was caked in snow, Upon a certain day, a little girl was born, In […]
My Heart on Her Sleeve (4/10/09)
These eyes are sparkling with an innocent joy. This life each breath embraces with a smile – wide eyed and wondered at a beautiful world; waiting and watching with picturesque […]
These Red Locks (4/06/09)
This visage framed in Fire, These eyes now veiled in Red, This heart in Crimson now reflected, Flowing down from beauty’s head. These locks so soft, Now blown across, The […]
Mother Hen (4/03/09)
I can confuse people With my complex speech So I now will write something short and sweet Mother Hen, please count to ten Or I’ll spit right in your eye […]
If I Were to Ask (4/01/09)
Alas, The Lady Loves in Vain ~Part II~ (4/06/09)
I politely bid the lass adieu’ and proceeded to make my escape. The increased contortion of her dog-like visage informed me of her displeasure as she stepped to the side […]
Rhyme Written In Red 