Post by kapziel on Aug 22, 2008 2:04:33 GMT -5
NOTES: The poem itself does not have a working title (PLEASE help me think of one). I was unsure whether to post it in Angst or in Love, but after thinking about the theme of the poem, and the general reason for why I wrote it, I suppose it falls under this category.
Multiple revisions (this is... at least in it's 20th revision, I lost count). I've checked to make sure it's a Shakespearian sonnet, iambic pentameter (10 syllables each line, following stressed-unstressed pattern). Please correct me if I'm wrong.
Enjoy~
There is something about your resistance-
and to add to all of your expenses-
that only seems to add my persistence
in breaking down all of your defenses.
Always careful with things that you detest,
because to ignore them is to ensure
a cataclysm from you, a tempest,
from which only alcohol can endure.
And yet, soon these days won’t really matter,
with words and secrets kept inside and sealed,
because these rhymes and pieces can shatter
in human hearts that must not be revealed.
As the wind and stars are not meant for two,
Just this once, I think they’ll stop just for you.
Multiple revisions (this is... at least in it's 20th revision, I lost count). I've checked to make sure it's a Shakespearian sonnet, iambic pentameter (10 syllables each line, following stressed-unstressed pattern). Please correct me if I'm wrong.
Enjoy~
There is something about your resistance-
and to add to all of your expenses-
that only seems to add my persistence
in breaking down all of your defenses.
Always careful with things that you detest,
because to ignore them is to ensure
a cataclysm from you, a tempest,
from which only alcohol can endure.
And yet, soon these days won’t really matter,
with words and secrets kept inside and sealed,
because these rhymes and pieces can shatter
in human hearts that must not be revealed.
As the wind and stars are not meant for two,
Just this once, I think they’ll stop just for you.
