What the fuck...

What the fuck? I don't usually try to shit on people trying to show off their art (especially if they just want a critique), but God damn. This dude literally thinks he is the voice of a generation and puts out three of these turds a week. I'm triggered. Other anons post Veeky Forums related things that piss them off.

is he popular

Just read this...I mean fuck.

hahaha, who is he?

Over 30,000 Facebook likes. A bunch of single women in their 40s who think Theory of a Deadman is deep introspective music.

I just googled him, this is fucking gold.

that would be a nightmarish read if i was a heterosexual man

Jeeeeeeeeeeesus..

Jonny Ox

It's not even that bad.

-Jonny Ox

Everyone write a Jonny Ox poem as quickly as you can!

>She was
>Lightning
>And I was water
>So conductive
>So electric
>When she
>Struck me

Cringe

>even souls have to be porn now

That's the point, retard.

If I saw this on his facebook I'd be convinced it was his so grats user

Darling
your words may not be poetry
and they may not be prophecy
but they are the words of Love,
innocent, sweet, and eternal,
echoing like honey in the heart's
divine bedchamber, beckoning
my lips to strike in love,
ooh yes.

Hey thanks!

We were there
You held me tight
Like the flytrap of Venus
So aptly named
-Jonny Ox-

No..this is too good. Imagine being a mouth breather who just found out poetry doesn't have to rhyme.

The lights beaming are bright
but it pales in comparison
to the sight
of you

oh how beautiful you are
oh how the music is pumping
could tonight be the night?
just give me a chance, baby

why does this sound like a song
is a question i'll ask later
after i've fucked you
consenually or not

(((Poetry))) is dead.

>just give me a chance, baby

Holy fuck 10/10

Take a chill pill.

are these bob dylan lyrics? :^)

>namefag thinks anything he says matters

>user thinks anything he says matters

Gliding over the bounty of your form
Thought escaped me
as our waters of life flowed so close
but not touching.

I want to wake you up
so we can fuck
I want to penetrate your slumber
so we can fuck
Even though you have shit to do
I want to fuck
want to fuck?

>is a namfag
>says anything

i think some of the trips from /mu/ are pretty funny

Kys /mu/trip

you'll never get rid of me

i bet rupi kaur's legal team are keeping a close watching on this shit

Would you look at that, it's the male Rupi, except much worse and more painful to read.

>poetry doesn't have to rhyme.

Maybe if you're shit, like most of Veeky Forums, if thats the case then this opinion will definitely fit.

Though I will admit. I mostly posted this because it read like a poetic skit. So now I'll quickly split.

Poetry, in my opinion, is about clever use of rhetorical devices (rhyme is a very popular one used by poets). Most of all though it's the art of showing, and not telling. That's why slam poetry is objectively shit. Also why this "facebook similie sex sensitive poetry" is also objectively shit. It shows when people don't try but it shows even more when they did and failed miserably.

>my risen love between your thighs

L M F A O
M
F
A
O mg that's funny

She wasn't only
my sole reason
she was also
my soul risen

Whoa. That is a pun so it must be real deep.

Mark but this flea, and mark in this,
How little that which thou deniest me is;
It sucked me first, and now sucks thee,
And in this flea our two bloods mingled be;
Thou know’st that this cannot be said
A sin, nor shame, nor loss of maidenhead,
Yet this enjoys before it woo,
And pampered swells with one blood made of two,
And this, alas, is more than we would do.

THAT'S how you write poetry about fucking

That's just gross.

A woman so fine
Should bare her soul
After a glass of wine
Let me in your hole

John Dunne. What a playerrrr...

kek

An arrow through my heart
My lumbering Venus
Who in her slumber aflamed my heart
And arose my

arrow.

Best in the thread so far.

holy christ....

I actually wrote shit very similar to these when I was a teenager. Even I kinda thought it was garbage as I wrote it, I just did it to do anything resembling creativity at the time.

I had hundreds of pages of this shit, but deleted it all.

Only thing I really remember was I titled the whole project, "I was gone," mainly because that was the first line I ever written, and still have no idea what it meant.

What is the problem with this dude ?

I didn't realize it
until the porn
had stopped playing,
but it was you
and you alone
that was pumping
through my cock.

I dedicate this poem to OP's mom.

the way your anus
puckers softly
timid
modest

I want to fist
your bum

What is the problem with this dude ?

Since you obviously can't read I don't really know how to explain it to you..

beast-like craving
for every inch of your body
every secret
every shameful emission

big fat fellows
long windy ones
quick little merry cracks
and a long gush from your hole

you - yin
myself - yang
i embraced you
like a hog riding a sow

>you - yin
>myself - yang

I literally have no face. 11/10 m8.

oh no

>not blackmailing souls into doing lewd shit on camera

I feel like I'm reading Sylvia Plath.

gonna copy this for my tumblr profile

all

your soul rests in mine
my all - it is thine
the way your eyes glimmer
in the sun like gold shimmer
you make me flutter
make my world stutter

all that you are
is all i desire

you're the soul to my song

well, better then the other one

>Art isnt objective guys, haha im sure nothing bad could happen if we started believing this

wtf am i supoosed to do if my bf genuinely think this shit is cute?

i just found a note from him saying "you're my light in the dark". yeah, ok, it's cute he does that, but it is so sappy i get diabetes from it...

Write him a very well thought out love poem...raise the bar a little.

You get diabetes from sap? You eat like a fuckload of syrup?

good idea

Cliche and boring junk food poetry but he legitimately has better rhythm and cadence than most people in critique threads.

YET YOUR READING IT

STUPID FAGGOT OP

The difference is atleast the people in critique threads are humbly asking for a critique and not sitting under a tree with an acoustic guitar hitting on 17 year olds and divorceés.

*you're

Fucking namefag piece of shit. Gtfo my thread.

In your breath
I traced
The gentle outline of 'barely masked by 500 poly count' sheets

cunnilingus