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...
Showing posts with label Unrequited Love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Unrequited Love. Show all posts
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....
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....
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?
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?
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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.
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...
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...
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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 ;)
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...
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...
OhSavior!
(This was written August 7th, 2009. It ended up becoming three entirely different poems, you'll see the parallels. However, this was the original unrequited love poem) XP enjoy
Oh savior! Alluring,
Enduring.... Assuring
Swift raindrops come pouring,
Come luring.... Obscuring
Go swiftly! Forgetting,
Offsetting... regretting,
Lost in the setting,
Come letting... Fretting
How sentient! Creative,
Probative… Addictive,
Wistfully animative,
Allusive… Exclusive
This passion! I'm feeling,
Healing... Revealing
My head spins, its reeling,
Appealing... Consealing
Oh Saivor! So Curing,
My mourning.... my warning
Discussions ensuring,
During... maturing
Oh savior! Alluring,
Enduring.... Assuring
Swift raindrops come pouring,
Come luring.... Obscuring
Go swiftly! Forgetting,
Offsetting... regretting,
Lost in the setting,
Come letting... Fretting
How sentient! Creative,
Probative… Addictive,
Wistfully animative,
Allusive… Exclusive
This passion! I'm feeling,
Healing... Revealing
My head spins, its reeling,
Appealing... Consealing
Oh Saivor! So Curing,
My mourning.... my warning
Discussions ensuring,
During... maturing
No More Prayer
(Oh Goddess, I knew I'd find the old unrequited love poems XD)
You are the fruit I cannot reach,
You are the jewel that costs too much,
And yet you tease me with your speech,
And yet you tempt me with your touch,
It's true I feel it's tragic,
And it's true I interfered,
I even used a little magick,
Just to try to hold you dear,
My love shall burn always forever,
But it shall choose another love,
So now my love for you I sever,
May it never rise above,
And yet a part of me will suffer,
Because it wants to hold you close,
But it's that part that makes me tougher,
So I treasure it the most,
How can I feel this way about you,
When you do not feel the same?
I'll go and find the one who's true,
God I wish I knew their name,
And so I pray for you no longer,
I'm glad you helped me out that night,
This will only make me stronger,
And now I see things will be right,
So when the blood moon journies high,
I'll be free from all your woes,
And if you look up in the sky,
You may see a crimson rose
You are the fruit I cannot reach,
You are the jewel that costs too much,
And yet you tease me with your speech,
And yet you tempt me with your touch,
It's true I feel it's tragic,
And it's true I interfered,
I even used a little magick,
Just to try to hold you dear,
My love shall burn always forever,
But it shall choose another love,
So now my love for you I sever,
May it never rise above,
And yet a part of me will suffer,
Because it wants to hold you close,
But it's that part that makes me tougher,
So I treasure it the most,
How can I feel this way about you,
When you do not feel the same?
I'll go and find the one who's true,
God I wish I knew their name,
And so I pray for you no longer,
I'm glad you helped me out that night,
This will only make me stronger,
And now I see things will be right,
So when the blood moon journies high,
I'll be free from all your woes,
And if you look up in the sky,
You may see a crimson rose
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