I'll be your Romeo if you'll be my poison,
And taint these purely sinner lips of mine,
With a taste of your purity.
Order and chaos bound in bodies,
There is a storm on the horizon and it's pillared gray mass of clouds,
Reminds all too much of the mix of my black and your white.
Ideas set in Oynx and Sun stone,
Ground together.
Mixed into gray soot,
drifting to your mothers feet.
I'm building sand castles out of thoughts,
Our thoughts of what we should have been.
Tiny offerings to the time gods,
Pray at the night to roll back,
and let the setting sun rise again,
I need to repeat that moment again.
When I was Romeo and sure of myself.
Sure that I never wanted a Juliet
A contest entry
- A metaphorical message to the missing by Dienush.
750 points, ended February 19, 2007, 18 entries
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Comments
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This is a very interesting poem, I like the connection between the beginning and the end very much. The Romeo and Juliet metaphor and the one about stones and gods were very unique, I've never read something like this before. Thanks for entering my contest.
~Diana
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