The Essay
I hope you're happy
You know how shocked I am?
You killed me
Destroyed me
I despise the admiration
Drown it in aggravation
Rip it
Shred it
Run away now!
Run far and wide
A tear in my eye
Left in the cold
The essay, my essay
Murderer!
You ruined it
What more is there to say?
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
Monday, September 18, 2006
Poetic Antic {Page 12}
Plights in Retrospect
To be loved
To be loving
To be despised
To be despising
To be thanked
To be thanking
To be adored
To be adoring
To be remembered
To be remembering
To be loved
To be loving
To be despised
To be despising
To be thanked
To be thanking
To be adored
To be adoring
To be remembered
To be remembering
To be what I am
To be me . . .
Sunday, September 17, 2006
Poetic Antic {Page 11}
On the Brink
Goodbye to you,
My precious,
My love,
And redemption.
In suffering, do we end?
It is a start, why not?
To forever, our love goes on.
Reaching and remembering.
On the brink, do we fall?
If not, hold on perhaps?
Maybe we should not.
Pain is agonizing.
Nothing! there is but,
A chance, in love?
Do I dare? And despair?
It is most unwise!
Lessons, none to ponder.
Edge is steep and humble.
Do wonder! Shall I not?
On the brink, of falling in love?
It is not infatuation!
Ridiculous? Can not pretend.
Arms failing! Mind is falling!
Save, save! Hearts nonempty!
Bliss of faith, hearken!
Send the sweet serendipity!
Shoot arrows golden, Cupid!
Let me fall deep, unbroken!
Gamble with tears and fly!
Freedom shall perish not,
But the heart that was and is.
Crushed by one who cradled me.
Words left unspoken, I say to you.
Vengeance has twice awoken!
Fear of my wrath, I give thee.
Shall I not cry on falling?
Drained of sanity, I am.
Knowing not, of what has been.
Spinning lies webbed on swords,
Thrust it in my chest and regret!
Insomnia is robbing me!
Cease the crime! End it! Slay it!
Happiness was achieved,
Though my weakness it has been.
Romantic, we shall be!
Come forth and take me,
To your kingdom, lay me,
Explore each other, make me.
Yours! Forever I am!
Not a moment we will waste,
For love awaits but none.
A journey, on the brink.
Goodbye to you,
My precious,
My love,
And redemption.
In suffering, do we end?
It is a start, why not?
To forever, our love goes on.
Reaching and remembering.
On the brink, do we fall?
If not, hold on perhaps?
Maybe we should not.
Pain is agonizing.
Nothing! there is but,
A chance, in love?
Do I dare? And despair?
It is most unwise!
Lessons, none to ponder.
Edge is steep and humble.
Do wonder! Shall I not?
On the brink, of falling in love?
It is not infatuation!
Ridiculous? Can not pretend.
Arms failing! Mind is falling!
Save, save! Hearts nonempty!
Bliss of faith, hearken!
Send the sweet serendipity!
Shoot arrows golden, Cupid!
Let me fall deep, unbroken!
Gamble with tears and fly!
Freedom shall perish not,
But the heart that was and is.
Crushed by one who cradled me.
Words left unspoken, I say to you.
Vengeance has twice awoken!
Fear of my wrath, I give thee.
Shall I not cry on falling?
Drained of sanity, I am.
Knowing not, of what has been.
Spinning lies webbed on swords,
Thrust it in my chest and regret!
Insomnia is robbing me!
Cease the crime! End it! Slay it!
Happiness was achieved,
Though my weakness it has been.
Romantic, we shall be!
Come forth and take me,
To your kingdom, lay me,
Explore each other, make me.
Yours! Forever I am!
Not a moment we will waste,
For love awaits but none.
A journey, on the brink.
Friday, September 15, 2006
Poetic Antic {Page 10}
The
Angelic
Assumption
Whispers in the morning night
Feather soft kisses are in flight
Where is your heart darling?
Near the kingdom's reigning king?
Bright skies and thunderstorms
Does your heart cry and mourn?
In the eve of the battle
Will it still shake? Will it rattle?
Sights are no scenic splendors
You are not one who remembers
Innocence and angelic assumptions
Sinless and no options
Thursday, September 14, 2006
Poetic Antic {Page 9}
My Sanctuary
Much of everything is forgotten
The memories of pain, rotten
In the midst of smiles she's cryin'
On the inside she's dyin'
Hopes and dreams that she's flyin'
On the death bed she's lyin'
By miseries she's flatten
In a street in Manhattan
Much of everything is forgotten
The memories of pain, rotten
In the midst of smiles she's cryin'
On the inside she's dyin'
Hopes and dreams that she's flyin'
On the death bed she's lyin'
By miseries she's flatten
In a street in Manhattan
Thursday, September 07, 2006
Poetic Antic {Page 8}
ANTIPATHY
Antipathy is the word
That I will use forevermore
To describe my aversion
Towards hurt
Antipathy is what I feel
Every time I fear
As a friend it appeared to be
Now my wrath it shall see
Antipathy is my cry
For those of whom are afraid to try
To trust and love and to fly
My question is, why?
Antipathy is the word
That I will use forevermore
To describe my aversion
Towards hurt
Antipathy is what I feel
Every time I fear
As a friend it appeared to be
Now my wrath it shall see
Antipathy is my cry
For those of whom are afraid to try
To trust and love and to fly
My question is, why?
Thursday, August 24, 2006
Poetic Antic {Page 7}
Discover Me
To know you
To know you
Is my greatest dream,
To be with you
Is my heart's plea.
These shallow whims help me,
Go on through this insanity.
For I despise not to have the sagacity
To make you smile with glee.
How I wish it?
How shall it be?
How do I get you,
To discover me?
Friday, January 27, 2006
Poetic Antic {Page 6}
I'll Crush You
Apart we are today
Sorrow has gone astray
Gentle as can be
Mourning that you’re free
Hurting so much,
I could not sleep,
Thinking of you,
Only makes me weak!
In my dreams,
You are always with me.
Holding me tight,
So hush now! Let us not fight!
Clouds of doubt,
Keeping me in the corner,
Locking my desires away,
Oh! Won't you stay?
Believe, that there is tomorrow,
And for all that there is, hope will linger.
Delightful and true.
I'll crush you!
Monday, January 23, 2006
Poetic Antic {Page 5}
For Celain
I want to escape the pain
It is causing my eyes to rain
My feelings for you won't drain
Why can't my love for you be slain
Staring at my window pane
I bet you're thinking I'm not sane
Saying you're a candy cane
Someday we'll walk down lover's lane
I want to escape the pain
It is causing my eyes to rain
My feelings for you won't drain
Why can't my love for you be slain
Staring at my window pane
I bet you're thinking I'm not sane
Saying you're a candy cane
Someday we'll walk down lover's lane
Poetic Antic {Page 4}
Love of My Life
I will cherish you forever
Your face I will remember
Young love might not be clever
But regret I will never
Think of you is what I always do
Even in class and homework too
Sometimes I don’t have a clue
Maybe because my love is true
I may not be the perfect one
But in my heart you will never be gone
Thoughts of your absence I have none
Together, our hearts as one
In my heart and in my soul
I just have one goal
To put a smile on your face
And put a stop to this craze!
I will cherish you forever
Your face I will remember
Young love might not be clever
But regret I will never
Think of you is what I always do
Even in class and homework too
Sometimes I don’t have a clue
Maybe because my love is true
I may not be the perfect one
But in my heart you will never be gone
Thoughts of your absence I have none
Together, our hearts as one
In my heart and in my soul
I just have one goal
To put a smile on your face
And put a stop to this craze!
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
Poetic Antic {Page 3}
Sunday, December 18, 2005
Poetic Antic {Page 2}
Heartbreak Fairytale
Love is such a painful word
Could it be from the Lord?
Now his neck is wrapped with cord
Will she grab a gun or sword?
Reality is biting me
This curse is driving me crazy
Somebody must save me
Help me get through this insanity
Life without trust
Questions without answers
Crumbly as a pie crust
Destruction awaits young lovers
Sacrifice is like a miracle
Young fools can’t handle
Pain could be so remarkable
Treacherous as the flame of a candle
Everything starts with one
With a smile or with a frown
Now all is back to none
She didn’t put on the gown
Love is all but perfect
Gone it is, away from the sun
Now is the time to reflect
In the end she took the gun
Saturday, December 17, 2005
Poetic Antic {Page 1}
Swingline
by the moon does she fly
hovering with delight
by an instance does she die
stolen by the night
weeping is him all day
knowing it was not a dream
mourning his life away
losing his self-esteem
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