the miry deeps of glassy pond,
the silver reeds that sprout to sun,
my feelings for you, ever-fond
my helpless love I feel should shun.
the crystal glass with tinkling ring
cuts effectively through banter most
and o'er the room gaily sings
to announce the start of ample toasts.
surrounded my rejoicing people
whose laughs and tears are all for joy,
I hear the song of the bell in the churches steeple
I see the smiles and smirks with true colors coy.
there's the toll, out they go,
followed by cheers from friend and foe.
knowing now it all is over,
there will never be another chance,
that I trusted in the four leaf clover-
never choreographing my own dance.
now that my eyes are long-since dry,
my murky heart withered with it,
that all my opprotunities have passed me by-
the bitter sweet mem'ries through my mind flit.
his hand on mine as accepting some trinket,
my eyes in his, just talking; just staring,
my fingers clasped around his hairband, falling back on caressing blanket,
these flashbacks on my sanity are wearing.
bleak and depressed, my outlook is gray,
deciding whether to leave or stay...
finally deciding its time to leave,
I pick up my things and wave farewell.
through the throng mournfully sieve,
stopped occasionally by dimwitted few who hope to quell
my slowly seeping sorrow, already numbing.
to them I paint my carefully crafted lie,
and leave them through their announcement thumbing.
I smile slowly, waiting to image defy.
whilst I arrive, I begin to feel safe
thrilled the pain Im finally escaping,
I remove the bracelet, my wrist it chafes,
my own innocence Im raping.
as I plunge the knife deeper, my heart gives a dull thud.
and as I lay down I smile, drowning in my blood.
Author notes
'twas a bad dream I had, in the form of three sonnetts. well, at least the rhyme pattern to a sonnett.
Written June 30th, 2005
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incredibly. <-- spelled like that.
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I grin because I am fond of you, dear. I grin, like I grin when I see a freind show their true colors, even if they don't know it. I grin like when I see someone incredibully beautiful and they have no idea.
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*eyes narrow* precious? and why in the heck are you grinning from ear to ear?
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No, you can't sway away from me.
*grins*
You're my Alia.
Dear, dear Alia, you simply can't deterr me with such things.. *grins again* Ah, you are too precious. -
well, obviously, swaying is hard to avoid.
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likened to ophelia.
It was increadibly beautiful, Alia. So Beautiful. Like the beauty of Ophelia, floating silent and still. Look at her there, she is so tragic, fallen from a place over filled. She drifts on a web of magic, so dossle and compliant. Yet, so poor, so deathly sad. Why do we hold to those things that are so bad? Let them go, Alia dear. reach out your hand here- I am not gone away, I stay to make sure you don't sway. -
*laughs* in the sacred words of Amy Lee, "But who can decide what they dream...and dream I do...." *sighs*
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*sniffs* Honestly, you ought to have more cheerful dreams. It makes a lovely poem, but a dreadful dream...
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