Alas, The Lady Loves in Vain ~Part I~ (3/31/09)
Ahh, there she sits, the woman who loves me! How do I know? Well, my good friend, she told me thus. It was one night whence I was her only security that […]
Category Archives: Old Rhyme (Johnathan Schofield)
Tears Can Be Beautiful (3/30/09)
There is a beauty inside a tear, That few men can see because of fear, Afraid to embrace picturesque pain, For fear they’d erase everything but shame, But I have […]
The Person’s Pill (3/06/09)
Why is it so hard to trust? Am I so proud that I must, Take life in my hands and start to shape, Some freakish creature of fear and hate […]
30 Pieces of Silver (2/1/09)
30 pieces! 30 pieces of silver! Judas, close you’re eyes Judas, kill your conscience Because the purpose of existence Is culminating in a moment Judas, numb your nerves Judas, break […]
Sovereign Artist (1/24/09)
A canvas, a brush empty and untouched afraid to grace the face in fear that I may mar this work unfinished in its purity leaving a gaping scar to forever haunt […]
Digital Smiles (1/19/09)
Tick-tock, the evil clock of time/that rhyme Drip-drop, the sand won’t stop to flow through this hour-glass Time flies/ we’ve said goodbyes words said/ penciled lead Scratched on a wrinkled […]
Portrait of a Fallen (12/08/08)
Cleft To Wax A glowing magenta flows, from the petals of a broken rose, as the moisture ebbs ever slowly, leaving the leaves brittle and petals dry, the beauty is […]
Ante Bellum (11/25/08)
This is Ante Bellum. This is Before the War.We walk the paths of this life ever searching for that beautiful culmination of self-actualization. Unfortunately, it is seldom found or achieved.There […]
Rhyme Written In Red 