PhonecallHe say, "No, don't leave me!"
She says, "I have to,
I'll be on the next side,
Goodbye. I love you."
He takes off running,
"You can't leave me now,"
So familiar, the shortcut
That leads to her house.
A shot is heard
Windows splattered with red
He looks in with hope,
But she's already dead.
Shrouded in despair
He looks at The One,
Acting with love and with aguish,
He picks up the gun.
RumplestiltskinYou swore you'd never love again,Rumplestiltskin3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And then you chose to let her in.
At first, she was your serving girl,
Until her eyes became your world.
It started with a chipped teacup.
You never meant to give her up.
"All curses break with true love's kiss!"
She tries again to kiss your lips,
But misunderstanding clouds your eyes
And, fearing treason, you search for lies.
You have to banish her from your sight
You couldn't hurt her, try as you might;
Going back to your daily routine
You are surprised by a visit from the Queen.
She deceitfully feeds you lies of you love,
You fear there's no comfort, e'en from above.
You know now the promises your love couldn't tell.
You realize her affection could have broken the spell.
To bring her back, there's nothing to sell--
No deal to make,
No love left to take,
Only one memory; her name was Belle.
I'm Just A Poem.My skin is the paper, and my blood is the ink.I'm Just A Poem.1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
My words aren't verbal, they're just what I think.
I'm just a mirror, that masks my pain,
To everyone else I am just insane.
I'm no more than a jumble of words,
I'm only read, not merely heard.
I hold joy, fun, misery, and sorrow,
And all hopes of a better tomorrow.
I can blend in, and be like everyone else in black and white,
Or I can be myself in colors so bright.
I am different. I'm not reserved.
I'm not perfect, but I've always persevered.
See, I'm not an open book,
I'm a page you'll find only if you look.
I am the writer. I am the pen.
I am these words that I've written.
I'm about feelings held inside,
The pain in the tears that we've all cried.
I have no enemy to defeat.
I'm just a poem,
And I'm now complete.