There ae 4 peopel whom cut my heart in quarters. It's simple enought to understand that I love more than one, but too complex to understand that only one of them exist.
There's an observer; fearless, with an intellect that soars like a pheonix in the dawn. Fighting a constant battle between good and evil for his own enjoyment. All seems to be elementery, but my adoration goes on.
Then there is a ghost, and opera ghost for certain; who's love transends physical appearance and touches my soul, reaching up through the pipes of an organ. To dance, to love and to make the music of the night.
There was a barbar who lost his wife; a proper artist with a knife, and without anything else to rhyme, he was beautiful. It was impossible to know, how his mind would go, but he was beautiful, and I loved his insanities.
Finally we come, to the only real man on this little path; Psycopath to be exact. He was another artist with a blade, and his fame was made from whores! That's not to say I like whores, just that I've fallen for Saucy Jack's cutlery.
So now you know it all, each part is as different as the man it embodies; and I keep them all on the shelf of my romantic brain; to soak in the pages whenever it pleases.
Author notes
I just want to point out that I intentionally didn't rhyme some of the parts for an effect, like the bit about Sweeney Todd only rhymes because it's part of the song.
I hope you like it and other than the fact that I told you one was about Sweeney Todd, I want you to guess who these men are.
A contest entry
- Unusual Love by Blue Eyed and Alive.
415 points, ended January 29, 2008, 11 entries
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I'm thinking you can all guess who this poem is about, it's still me. Just a bit greener than usual.
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This is an awestricking poem. It wormed me and chilled me at the same time. Brilliant work. Good luck!
Erica ^.^
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a few spelling errors, and a bit creepy...but it was different from the others. and very very good. unique. i liked it.
good luck!
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This was fun to read - I was thoroughly intrigued by the time I reached the fifth stanza which has me smiling outwardly.
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I like the writing and (I assume) the intentional bad spelling as a nod a Jack's letters to the Police (?), but there's something rather sickening about the whole thing which makes me 'admire' rather than 'like' this. But maybe that's just my mind-fogged Whitechapel sensibilities!
My favourite line: "There ae 4 peopel whom cut my heart in quarters" ...if the mistakes are intentional it's genius! numero uno! If it's just sloppiness, consider yourself run out of town by the Bobbies, but you have still created something very peachy. -
I clicked the title of this poem, not knowing what to expect, an i'm glad i did. This was a very enjoyable read. To be honest, i rolled my eyes when i read the line "There ae 4 peopel whom cut my heart in quarters"
But then the line, " but too complex to understand that only one of them exist." made me lift my eyebrows. Thank you for sharing that.
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