John McDonald : Writing

Bad Apple

Bad Apple

A Poem by John McDonald


I had a talk with my old legal guardian, I called her for a birthday, and while it was entirely pleasant, I know we were both thinking entirely differ..
Sea Of Tranquility

Sea Of Tranquility

A Poem by John McDonald


It's cold up here in space So frigid in this celestial abyss I think I may not last long My blood fast becoming ice But from here I can see The..
I Listen To This Music Because

I Listen To This Music Because

A Poem by John McDonald


I listen to this music because The people around me would think That I'm the manic I really am If I screamed in their ears So I'll let someone els..
The Storm In Your Eye

The Storm In Your Eye

A Poem by John McDonald


It was storming this evening so I wrote.
What Is This ?

What Is This ?

A Poem by John McDonald


I just my Skullcandy headphones in today, and they sent me these gold and white headphones, instead of the sweet black ones. I was rather crestfallen.
Stealing Your Heart Away

Stealing Your Heart Away

A Poem by John McDonald


This stemmed from another AIM conversation, where my friend said my flirtatious attempts were cute, which was better than creepy. So I got creepy. Dig..
Dogma?

Dogma?

A Poem by John McDonald


A friend told me that she knew that no god existed. I thought that was a foolish thought, as we never will know until we die, and perhaps not even the..
Night Of The Not-So-Living Dead

Night Of The Not-So-Living Dead

A Poem by John McDonald


This is a work in progress. I'm not entirely satisfied with it, nor do I know it's purpose. In the latest rewrite I included a tribute to the Evil Dea..