Jonathan's Poetry

[Baby Firefly]

Just a couple that I wrote years ago. Nothing too special, just some story poems (I've actually considered fleshing The Fates Of The Thirteen out into a novella or something). Let me know what you think.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THE FATES OF THE THIRTEEN

 

January 19th,2008

 

 

 

A Woman Is Impregnated By Her Rapist, And Eventually Loses Her Position On The Police Force

 

The Beauty Queen Starves Herself To Become Perfect

 

The Businessman May Seem Powerful,But Really He's As Insecure As Anyone Else

 

The High School Counselor Attempts Suicide, Unable To Deal With Problems Of Her Own.

 

While An Outcast Actually Goes Through With It

 

The Cheerleader Loses Her Popularity After It's Revealed That She's A Lesbian

 

And The Jock Loses His Place On The Team Because Of The Steroids

 

The Teacher Loves And Hates His Students At The Same Time

 

The Waitress Wishes She Could Poison Her Customers

 

The Soldier Reads A Letter From Home,Tears Falling Onto The Page

 

The Photographer Can't Take Any Unique Pictures

 

The Poet Loses All Creative Energy

 

The Hitman Begins To Feel Guilt Over Killing The Pregnant Woman, Even Thoguh She Was Cop

 

The Businessman Begs His Wife To Eat A Full Meal

 

The Outcast Is Buried, And The Jock Weeps For His Dead Brother

 

The Cheerleader Becomes Another Outcast And Willingly Joins Her Dead Best Friend

 

The Teacher Wishes That His Wife Could Be Happy, As She Puts On Her Waitressing Uniform

 

The Counselor Wishes That Her Husband Could Return Home From The War

 

The Hitman Takes A Self Inflicted Bullet To The Head And The Photographer Is Called To The Scene Of The Suicide

 

The Beauty Queen Is Hospitalized,The Businessman Becomes Distraught

 

The Jock Finds A Job At A Pizza Parlor, The Counselor Learns That Her Husband is Returning Home Soon

 

The Poet Begins To Take Note Of Everything And Everyone Surrounding Him

 

The Teacher Surprises His Wife With Plans For A Vacation

 

The Counselor Drives To The Airport Where Her Husband Waits Anxiously

 

The Teacher And Waitress Drive The Same Way

 

Their Cars Collide And All Three Are Killed, The Soldier Returns Home To The News Of His Wife's Death

 

The Photographer Is Called To The Scene, The Newspaper Needs The Photographs

 

The Jock Grieves And Weeps For His Mother But Is Grateful That His Father Is Home Again From The War

 

The Beauty Queen Is Released From The Hospital,Much Healthier Then Before, And The Businessman Loves Her Now More Then Ever

 

The Poet Uses His Surroundings As Creative Inspiration, His Writing Inspiring Others To Find Happiness Whatever Way Fits Them Best, And To Never Take Life For Granted

 

The Soldier And His Son Move Away From Their Past And Look Toward The Future With A Bittersweet Optimism

 

The Beauty Queen And Businessman Have A Strengthened Marriage, But She Always Wishes That She Could Be As Beautiful As Her Sister, A Blond Cheerleader Whose Suicide Was Caused By How Horribly Unaccepting And Cruel Society Can Be

 

The Photographer Returns Home From Another Day Of Photographing Crime And Accident Scenes And Kisses His Husband, Who Has Just Finished His Latest Poem

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THE IDIOT'S MERRY-GO-ROUND

September 20th, 2011

 

 

It arrived just in time for what was meant to be a celebration of life.

There were smiling faces filling the room and in the center were four individuals.

Their names were all familiar to one another and they were all comfortable in the small world that they were inhabiting.

The sound of glasses clinking together, conversation and laughter blended together to form an awkward melody that drowned out the urgent voices coming from the television. Then quite unexpectedly, an annoyance came in the form of a baby's cry.

 

Before It arrived, She was counting down the seconds until she was officially eighteen.

He was staring down the clock, hoping She would arrive at any second, even though possible complications would arise.

She let out wailing cries, not knowing what else to do to express her discomfort at the moment.

He cradled his daughter, frustrated that his wife was not there to do what had to be done at that moment.

She wondered when her sister would arrive, feeling the need to call her mother and complain about the delay.

He began to furiously pace the room, unsure of whether or not now was the time to confront this issue. A siren sounded from outside but he ignored it, assuming that it was just a test.

She ceased her cries after her father took care of her but resumed as soon as the shrill sounds began to pound her eardrums as in her father's arms, she reentered the crowded room.

He wondered what his best friend's dilemma was, pacing around like that. Even more important than that, he wondered in a state of panic why they had not been warned sooner.

She looked outside to see her worst fear and a great relief at once. Her phone let out a chirp and she opened it to see a message from her mother saying, "I love you sweetie." She closed the phone and moved forward.

 

At that moment, a woman walked in.

The girl rushed toward her sister, the baby made her way to her mother as her father did the same, the man made his way to his girlfriend.

With the arrival of the woman and the realization that there were conflicts in the form of infidelity to be addressed, came the arrival of Death.

Today it took on the form of a destructive force of nature that immediately made sure that intimate conflicts were no more.

 

Those called to assist arrived just in time to find that they had been unable to prevent the cessation of life.

There were no smiling faces, nor a room for any to inhabit.

Their names were known only to the small world they inhabited and anyone who picked up the newspaper the following week.

The sounds of footsteps making their way through the shattered glass and wreckage blended with the voices of the rescuers to form a tragic cacaphony that drowned out any thoughts of a positive outcome.

Then quite unexpectedly, a miracle presented itself in the form of a baby's cry.

 

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"In some places it's known as a tornado. In others, a cyclone. And in still others, the Idiot's Merry-go-round. But around here they'll always be known as screw-boys.”-Jack Handy

[Remix]

Ohhhh the first one was cleverly done. Clap, clap clap my good sir.

[Baby Firefly]

Been there, bought all that.

 

But seriously, what the shit? >_>