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Sonnets for Ten, 8-10Sonnet 8
The sweetness of your face is so unkind
Unkind because my sense is old and grey
Because my heart is severed from my mind;
Because my mind tells me to stay away.
Your face was the first thing that drew me in,
The warmth and depth your voice carried came next,
And from the Western seas to West Berlin,
Unraveled what the army red had vexed.
But I was lost for words and my tongue tied,
And you were beautiful like summer rain
Dancing on the pavement in rough sea tide
Until my tender love was had in vain,
Whoever has the heart to love you now,
I hope they know the love that you endow.
I cannot call my love for you a storm
Because I cannot call it love at all,
But from a broken woman you transform
My heart from ice, so love may soon befall.
Sometimes in the night when I am alone
I hear your name echoing in the room
And think of all the love that I have known
And whether you will find my heart to exhume.
But I could never speak your name aloud
Because a man who
Sonnets for Ten, 4-7Sonnet 4
I wrote sweet verse about your kind features,
And hoped that you would love me more each day
But loneliness in love was my teacher
And showed me for what price I had to pay.
I painted memories with tears I saved
From places old and long forgotten years
Whence I dreamed of love on a road I paved,
And turned them into my oft-cited fears.
I waited years to feel your loving touch,
One time, a kiss, would have broken the spell
The bound my heart to you, too much, too much
And rescued me from unrequited Hell.
Never did I plan to burn forever,
But this fatal love I will remember.
Across the sky a Lion roared with might
From Heaven to the very depths of Hell
And stained a Lady’s cheeks with tears of white;
Her love was true and caused her heart to swell.
She never knew a love so resonant
Or died a thousand little deaths so base
And never thought she’d love a second time,
Or let her second love, the first erase.
He came to her on nights so dark they b
Sonnets for Ten, 1-3Sonnet 1
In September when the grass was still green
When I was younger and in search of luck,
And still believed in endless love’s sweet dream
A feeling new to my senses had struck.
We were in search of clovers on a field
His hair was yellow like a piece of straw
And even though our searches did not yield,
Of tender thoughts we learned the word and law.
So soon our fragile love was wrought, I moved
And only once I saw his face again
Before I from his life was twice removed
And I felt loss and ugly sense of pain.
I recognized my feelings much too late
Before my heart learned to reciprocate.
It’s childish to love whom you doth hate,
But I was child when our eyes first met
Still seven years I lived and almost eight
So young, I treated whom I loved a threat.
Your petty rival of the second grade,
I teased you and I treated you with shame
We were of which bad memories are made,
But all the same I reveled in your name.
But soon September came and it all cha
Desperate For AttentionShe was a sweet girl with bad intentions
who used to smoke half a cigarette
and throw the rest away.
I think she wanted someone to want her,
to breathe her in and smoke
She found a boy
hiding under the covers,
picking at his scars
and trying to remember
what he wanted to forget.
And he smoked her;
she blackened in the corners
and curled around the edges
until she forgot
what she should have remembered.
Sometimes love is more complicated
than math and reciprocation,
more desperate than
who he’s running from and
what you’re running towards.
And if love is about being wanted,
when does her heart
become lost for words?
Virginitywe're not finished
because i'm never satisfied -
i think every time is the last,
and convince myself
but now we're almost three years
into a dysfunctional relationship
of heated skin
arguments and moonlit conversations
about the complexity
of human nature.
(i want to figure us out
because we're complicated).
if you and i were in love,
we would move mountains
to unearth each other;
but at best, we're
unable to walk away from the other -
as if it meant something,
even though it never
I could write a story about your face
looking down on me from the wall,
as I painted memories with tears
saved from another time and place.
Memories of him trickled like stars
across my spine,
when you came to me those dark nights
to calm the war in my mind.
Like a twisted fairy tale we blossomed into life,
fertilized the misplaced love
buried in our breasts,
and drowned in a river of good byes.
How could I forget you?
flowing around the universe in tides
and pushing me into the sun
as oceans break upon the shore.
Worried Mind"I'm about to lose
my worried mind."
"A tragic accident."
The medical examiner concludes
cause of death was brain damage
resulting from oxygen deprivation.
The patient also experienced
significant damage to his heart -
the cause is unclear.
Heart is full of broken promises,
Lungs are poisoned with
second hand smoke
from "Her" cigarettes.
(At least the shit in my heart
hasn't poisoned my head).
Red LoverRussia is red,
Russian cats are blue,
my heart is no longer frozen
under the permafrost of you.
3:33I'm being followed by the clock,
Thrice repeated - that's the number.
I wake from my bad dreams,
To digits like 3:33, 6:33, and 4:13.
If I'm haunted, cursed, or otherwise
Text me at (333) 333-3333
And I'll respond within 3 days
To thank you for the analysis
Of my over active imagination.
Vanguard, Chapter 1: DuncanDuncan's Journal: Day 1288
I consider myself a good man. I respect women, elders, my equals, and the dead. I say a morning prayer, and an evening one. Hell, I even thank the gods for a meal, instead of immediately chowing down in the voracious manner as the other soldiers here do. By all logical means, I should be in paradise. No really, not just because I'm a good man, but also because I should be dead by now. So I ask myself: why, oh gods up there, have I ended up in hell?
1288 days. 1288 days of my life have been spent in this misery, and I'm beginning to lose faith in the glory I was promised. Some of the rookies still live in their ignorant bliss, but I've lived long enough to realize that there's not much glory to find here. “Sing the songs of glory and march into battle—-join The Crusade today!”. Such were the words of the posters The Crusade has spread all over The Mortal Realm. Gullible fools practically stand in line for these songs of glory that th
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