For You

Anxious- simply,
To see you,
Why-
Avoid you?
Can I...
destroy you?
Or rather
kiss you?
Perhaps,
just miss you,
At last,
just feel you,
Still breath...
what are you?
Black Death...
defines you...
Just let,
me love you,
Unrequited,
I'll hear you,
and lie,
right to you,
Outright,
to hold you,
I might,
just help you...


and help me,
too...

Villanelle

(I finally wrote another villanelle! <3 Dem's tricky)

You get me like a shotgun kiss,
So take me, thrill me, if you dare,
And I'll pretend the notion isn't ludicrous,

My cemetery invokes such bliss,
And the feel of stone just can't compare,
You get me like a shotgun kiss,

You tempting poison- you're what I miss,
I tried to get you at the fair,
And I'll pretend the notion isn't ludicrous,

We could be surface liars, this-
We would make a fearsome pair,
You get me like a shotgun kiss,

A gentle whisper; sensuous hiss,
Just makes the feeling rich and rare,
And I'll pretend the notion isn't ludicrous,

So cast me down to the abyss,
Drown me now- I want my share,
You get me like a shotgun kiss,
And I'll pretend the notion isn't ludicrous....

Revelation (school love poem #5)

I passed you today,
Didn't look your way,
I had nothing to say,
Hurts too much- "hello," "hey..."
I just walked away,
A simple array-
Against my mind does it bray,
Calls like my Calypso and Danae,
For another day,
Lest I pray,
That the howling winds say,
"We're just mere men- blood and clay"
So I guess I'll lay,
In the grass, land-struck moray,
A seething Anton LaVey,
Nighttime smelling of hay,
Skin with salt from the bay,
Tears my mind from this fray,

...Raphael... I've gone gray!

And yet I'd still stay,
If you pushed me away,
Small victories, huzzah, hooray,
This curse- this part I must play,
Someone ruined- someone gay,
May,
Find salvation? Nay,
There's no God to delay,
Of hope... there's no ray.

A Helpless Rainy Situation (Rage Poem #2)

You self-righteous prick,
You make me sick,
Undeserved finesse,
You think you impress?
Your overbearing traits,
Liege, O' keeper of the gates,
Save your tricks and sleights of mind,
I am still of Roma kind...

Take in this power, vast as the seas,
You've incurred the wrath of this Pisces,

"Don't go red," you said-
"Don't lose your head."

...I'll go blue when I am dead,
Blame the stock from which I'm bred,

You can't hurt me with those eyes,
I've perfected cons and lies!
...I can lie to fool myself,
I can take idols off the shelf,
I can wipe those thoughts away,
I'm not selfish- I'm not gay,
I make memories go gray,

I can make you yesterday...

(I have class tonight, the rage will either be quelled or be fueled- it's their choice)

The 2nd Suitor (Rage Poem #1)

You didn't text me back,
Is it something that I lack?

I've been fearful for a while,
Love for me you can't compile,
You're fucking merciless- damn cruel,
Do you mistake me for a fool?

A sting- a viscous crack!
Is it something that I lack?

God you fill me up with rage!
You've moved on and turned the page,
I would've stopped, and not gone through,
But you kept secret what you knew,

Now you've thrown me off my track!
Is it something that I lack?

You have split my life in two,
Granted, willingly, I threw,
All my lust, I preyed on you,
But this!? Just out of the blue?

No... take your blues and make them black,
Is it something that I lack?

Now I'm twisting back in dread,
Regretting all the things I've said,
If you don't want me in your life,
STOP FUCKING AIDING IN MY STRIFE!

You didn't text me back,
Is it something that I lack?

Prepare for Rage...

There are more school love poems, but they're going to have to go on a brief hiatus. There's too much contempt to express right now, and its time for me to seize this moment. (After all, it is quite rare to have an embittered pisces)

An Analysis of Hypocrisy (school love poem #4)

Today there's rain,
Made me all the more vain,
Anxiety instilling an insane,
Urge to see you again,

I know that you're here,
Just down the stairs- so near,
But I thoroughly fear,
That you might jest and jeer,

You'll be gone when I'm done,
Leave this place with the sun,
So then surely, thanks a ton,
This was magic, this was fun,

Then when I see that you're gone,
It tells me to move on,
Won't be used as your pawn,
...then thoughts repel by next dawn,

So I'll see you in a while,
Two days 'till your next smile,
Leave these feelings in a pile,
That's just me- it's just my style.

A Plea- A False One (school love poem #3)

Stop being right,
Stop giving clues,
Stop exposing my plight,
Stop picking up cues,

Don't talk about love,
Don't talk about life,
Don't try to shove,
Don't aid in my strife,

How can I accuse you?
For none of these you've done...
I wish half of this was true,
And I wish you were the one...

Our Brief Encounter, and My Thoughts (school love poem #2)

It was an aside,
My undaunting luresome loathsome loving lied,
To show that we've cried,
To show elixirs I've tried,
To bring you to my side,

I see you've grown old,
But much more than the morbid marring matted to mold,
All the stories you've told,
Succumb to the fold,
My thought- you, to hold,

You're what I can't reach,
What a tempting torpid treacherous thing to teach,
I guess I beseech,
Your alluring soft speech,
Lends a hand to each,

And still I want you,
Please pray my passing prayers provoke pursue,
But we'd never be true,
Misted in your eyes of blue,
Still letting yearning accrue...

For now ;)

School Love Poems

(the next few a series of brief poems I've been writing in class)

A passing glance,
Is not romance,
A tender smile,
Is not worthwhile,
A playful shove,
Is not of love,
A place to vent,
Is not God-sent,

But still I walk,
And persue, and stalk,
To cross your path,
My sweet empath,

Just a foolish antic,
Of a hopeless romantic...

Pisces

All good things come to an end, and sometimes its like a tumultuous downward slope.

In February I was offered a chance,
An ill-fated token of potential romance,
A daring adventure- a starlit dance,
Drove at my heart, not by arrow, by lance,

Ethereal and elated, ecstatic feelings for you,
Arisen like thunder, across a sky warm and blue,
Moments like these were so wondrous, so new,
Against all odds, these feelings grew,

The sonata continued, two years passed,
Remarkable, that time moved so fast,
But then Janus condemned me, as did Selene and Bast,
With warnings that love wouldn't, couldn't last,

Now where two lives combined, it's just one and one,
That thin red string is frayed; undone,
What once was a moon, is a setting sun,
That reflects in my eyes, telling my heart that I'm done,

But moving forward is a joyous thing,
The beginning and ending, for both do we sing,
Someday two years will seem more like a fling,
Someday he'll find you, and he'll give you a ring...