Beauty Loved the Beast. I can’t hurt you more than I already have done, Every word I write now with faded ink appalls everyone, I can’t feel the pain no more, but it flows right into me, The night scene and the city lights just make it harder to see. I can’t deny the fact that I loved you, then why don’t I cry? There are no words to justify the sparkle of mine bride’s eyes, Then why do I carry her to her grave, in her white satin gown, With no signs of disappointment, no tears, not even a frown? Why do I smile as if I were giving my crimsoned love as a sacrifice? Why don’t I shudder under the burden of her grave, merely a hole for a price? If she were alive, she’d hold me warm, and wrap her heart around me, tight, If I am human, I should have cried, I should have wailed, bitterly all night. Of all the sweet things in the world, the moonlight on her clam face seemed sweeter, I knew if I wasn’t going to love her here, in heaven once more shall I meet her, And we’ll rejoice at our reunion, in a place where I wouldn’t see the night, I would tell her how much I had loved her, and everything would be alright. But curses drench my weary dreams, for nothing as such will seem to be, And drunken are my hopes and desires for she’s an angel, and Satan breeds in me. While my princess would bathe in the heavenly drought with some other god, I’ll burn my way to the lowest hell, and upon the devil’s path, trod. All these thoughts now finally force a dry emotion on my face, And it all pours out into a humble, wild flood, knowing I lost something, I can’t replace. She loved a demon, knowing well the creature outside, and the creature within, I’d send her away when she’d come with the gift of love, I’d never let her in. I’d touch her and kiss her and hold her only when I felt the need, And she too felt it necessary, to sacrifice herself, to bleed for me. What an animal, what a devil, what a disdainful and wretched man am I? Because I never loved her right, I’ll bury mine very own eyes beside her that’ll forever for her love, cry. comments please
I think you are starting to get over your writers block, that's one of your longest poems. The only thing is your trying to rhyme to hard, and it sounds forced in certain places. Just chill and be free. It was reallly good anyway.
heh, real sorry about the lenght. i wasn't satisfied when i thought i'd get over with it halfway. and it's really great for you guys to read it. yo'll rock solid!
Return of the Spelling Bee Queen, length, you'll, unless it's y'all. And like I said earlier, the poem's really cool.
*is about to kill Mali, but halts and wonders about the many people who will never learn to spell correctly, gives her a gentle head stroke and let's her be* i won't change my mistakes for the world to see...
*runs into phone booth and changes* *comes out* Behold! Spelling Bee Queen! I can't believe I just said that. Cringe-worthy.
your writers block is leaving, great, I like the poem too. BY next one you should be back at you best, maybe we should write something together sometime?