A sonnet. Conform the words to the rhythm, not the rhythm to the words:
Your tears do not solve anything at all
They merely make your eyes puffy and red.
It does not matter where the droplets fall—
In public show, or in one’s private bed
They still have no pow’r, no magical charm;
Tell me when salty tears have done as much
As stopping death, disease, and physical harm,
Can tears mimic a mother’s soothing touch?
There is no plant which in that water grows
And there’s no beast that drinks from tear-fed streams
Would merchants trade my tears for food or clothes?
And could those tears fulfill my weakest dreams?
But then somehow still, down my dirty cheek,
I feel the trace of a droplet, a sparkl’ng creek.
Anonymous
09:51:47 PM
Monday, October 10, 2005
Inside this broken body
There's a heart that yearns for you.
And inside that broken heart,
There's a secret love that's true.
A secret that should not be kept,
And a lie to be untold.
Inside this broken body,
There's a hand that meets your mold.
Your fingers know the story,
And your eyes know my own face.
My broken heart is losing ground,
Your own's my saving grace.
Inside this broken body,
There's a terror to be swayed.
Because I'm so scared without you,
Unsafe and so afraid.
My fear, it does survive me,
And I'm wanting for your guide.
Inside this broken body,
There's a heart somewhere inside.
And even though it's broken
And even though it's cold,
I cannot think without you,
And my mind has grown so old.
I'm careless, unaware,
I'm kissing you away.
You're locked away, a memory;
And a memory you'll stay.
Inside this broken body
There's a stranger you don't know.
And inside that broken stranger,
Is the girl who loved you so.
Anonymous
06:45:59 PM
Life -- The Elusive Bitch
It's got its peaks
And its valleys
It's got its highs,
And its lows.
It's life,
The elusive bitch.
Why must it taunt me so?
She brings me happiness,
And joy.
She comes bearing euphoria,
And a laugh.
Then she beats me down.
He bears guilt,
And fear.
He hates my guts,
And feeds on my soul.
Then he compliments my style.
Why does life taunt me so?
It build me up,
Only to dash me against the rocks.