A/N: So this first one was an assignment for my British Literature Class (you'll find that a lot of these are assignments for my classes). It's a poem that was inspired by either the Medeival Period or the Renaissance Period (I can't remember which). After that is a lyric poem which wasn't extra credit or anything, but that I didn't know which one to turn in, so I gave them both to him and he told me which one was the one I was supposed to write.
Tragedy of Affection
Your eyes were piercing, dark with affection
Your touch almost unbearable sometimes
When you spoke my name to me then
A cold chill ran up and down my spine
Everyday was torturous pleasure
Every smile a gift to my eyes
No words could ever describe you
No matter how many times I've tried
We were having so much fun then
And we thought our future through
But now I have two words you should hear
It's over, you cheated, screw you.
That floozy you love now, loves your cousin
Your weakness being so kind
She didn't fool me, her intentions clear
But didn't work hard to play with your mind
And now you're loveless and heartbroken
And you want me back in your arms
But the fact is you're not hurting me
You're the only one being harmed
So I'll call to see how you're doing
But I warn you, at this you musn't scoff
You better not screw me over again
Or I'll go and rip something off.
A/N: You should have seen the looks on all the guys faces after reading that last part. Made my week. Now here's the lyric poem titled:
We All Fall Down
Couples in pairs holding hands in the park
Smiles permanently etched on their faces
Feathers left where the geese had once swam
Children look for mothers' embraces
Dry rain falling and painting the floor gray
Heat emanating from all around
People running in all kinds of directions
Others trying their best to calm down
A restless child runs toward his mother
He sits and waits by her side
The oncoming stampede runs over them
Letting the boy finally rest that night
The town is in flames, the people lay dead
On the streets with no purpose or will
We remember these people mostly because
This is what happens when we decide to kill
A/N: I especially like this one because on the side my teacher wrote "nice poem- dark message". He liked it quite a lot along with one of the other students who asked me where I'd been for the last few years of his life. I declined his offer :)
So that's it for today. See you next time I find something worth sharing!