Time to amend this...
Im Jon, im 21 years old (despite what my age on here says =S). Im around 6"3 and i recent graduated with an Honours Degree in Psychology from The University of Hull. I have two main career goals right now, and cant decide which one I want more. One is joining the Police Force, and the other is teaching Psychology to 16-18 year olds. Should be fun.
OH BTW! For those of you who like that kinda thing, i do have four tattoos, and im currently working on redesigning one of them...tis a bit sh*t =] Just give us a knock should you want to see them xx
someone nice, relaxed, has a sense of humour, cute, fun to talk to and who will be my friend forever =)
I get on better with girls, but i talk to guys too. just not as well. i think its cos i dont like sports...hmmm...
I did this one for Mum, cos its something she has never really got her head round *scowls*.
I thought I knew the answers when I was 17, I simply couldn't wait to grace the intellectual scene.
I thought I knew the answers when I was 21, But found that all life's question marks had only just begun.
I thought I knew the answers when I was 33, But soon decided fate had played some funny tricks on me.
I thought I knew the answers but hastened to recall, As time went by it seemed that I, just didn't know 'em all! Jon "my Jon♥"Annoyed
- 10 years, 8 months, 4 days ago
This is my favourite poem of all time. There are some competitors for that top spot in my book, but im afraid not even John Agard reaches this level. I cant explain the reasons behind why i love it, i just do. Its called How Do I Love Thee? written by Elizabeth Barrett-Browning in 1845. Its Sonnet 43 of the Sonnets from the Portuguese book published in 1850, and is by far her most famous piece of work.
How Do I Love Thee?
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of everyday's Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with a passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, --- I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death. Jon "my Jon♥"Annoyed
- 10 years, 8 months, 7 days ago
This has to be one of my most favourite poems ever. Im not sure who its by, cos im writing it from memory, but from the first day i read it, i understood and connected with it. And now, it makes me smile. Im not sure why, because its not the happiest of poems, as such is the topic. But its just one of those things.
I'm not supposed to love you, I'm not supposed to care. I'm not supposed to live my life, Wishing you were there. I'm not supposed to wonder, Where you are or what you do.
I'm sorry, I can't help it.
I'm in love with you. Jon "my Jon♥"Annoyed
- 10 years, 8 months, 7 days ago
Within my head I often dream of things that cannot be, Of things that are restricted or at least with-held from me. For reasons which seem so unfair as to cause a longing pain, It hurts the very soul within when there’s nothing left to gain.
I often feel like life’s amiss and I no longer care, For all the things that make me laugh or to my conscience tear. I often feel that somewhere deep within my messed up brain, There should be a switch, like for a light to switch off all the pain.
But as it goes that isn’t so nor will it ever be, So I must learn to stand the shit that is my cost-y fee. The torment, pain and anger that builds up from within, And causes me to lash out at each and everything.
‘There has to be a cause’ I tell myself each day, And my mind turns round and kicks my ass without distraction or delay. Cos we both know that I know where the reasons lie, But we both know that I know, I’ll still try to deny
Those feelings that touch close to me, and pierce my beating heart. Theres one side pushing this way, The others pushing out. Two forces lay in combat, fighting for their side, And I’m stuck in the middle, almost hoping that I die.
These sleepless nights cannot go on, but what is there to do? I know no longer what I want, carry on or start anew? Each has its benefits, its disasters, and its woe, But unless I try out each of them, how am I supposed to know?
But damn I’ve reached a wall made up of rock and brick, There’s only one that I can choose for both I cannot pick. So whilst im working on this prob, no doubt with lack of luck, SOMEONE slap me round the face, “Cheer up, you moody Fuck.”
Please...? Jon "my Jon♥"Annoyed
- 10 years, 8 months, 10 days ago
The True Art of Living
When I lay at night to think,
Of all I've said and done.
My mind fills up with sorrow,
At the path of life ive run.
Of friends ive had, of friends i want,
Of friends ive yet to make.
They haunt my every passing thought,
As i lay there wide awake.
For life should not be simple,
Nor easy should it be.
For only through our problems,
Do we truly learn to see.
The True Art of Living,
And how to pass each day.
Learning world-wide mysteries,
As we go along our way.
And so i take my sorrow,
And turn it to resolve.
To live life to its fullest,
As i watch the world evolve.
And now i lay in wonder,
My mind all full of pep.
Realising life should not be rushed,
Jon Ellis-Fleming Jon "my Jon♥"Annoyed
- 11 years ago