They meddle and they mix, to make your life better, but little do they know, that with each and every letter; they tear down this castle made of cards so no longer can the bards, boldly sing their song, and write of heroes, long since gone.
I can tell you the exact location, date and time, in which these bastards committed their crime; Every the little detail of how they savagely beat my mind, and left me for dead in this room for you to find.
It’s a day of mourning, a day to remember, such a cold lonely day in late September. Missed chances from the past come back to haunt me, gentle whispers return to taunt me. Today’s the day I run away, with Ethyl and her surgeons. Today’s the day I run away, to save you from infections.
So let me hide my desires in the woods for you to find, I'll leave clues scattered within your heart and mind. Before the day is done, before the setting sun; you'll come to understand this was just for fun. You'll come to understand why there are no names. You'll come to understand my reason for these games.
And it surprises me that for now you don't have a clue, when I longingly stare back at you, talk to me about what you want, it doesn't matter at all; it's more than enough to hear the notes of your pretty voice fall. Oh you, you're everything I need, oh you, you make me bleed; and bleed I will into your heart, though it had better been soon or I'll fall apart.
Author notes
So, this is a PW, but due to restrictions on rules I had to resubmit it as a new poem. The reason is the allignment, the last time I submitted it, it was centered but now it is left alligned, also, I had to put my name in a special way. That said, I'm not sure where I put it so I'm putting it here 
Hope it's right!
H y p o c r i t i c a l O a t h
A contest entry
- in celebration of my one year on AP! :) by etoile.
2250 points, ended April 29, 35 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - I ain't real picky about what I like... by Peripatetic.
1500 points, ended October 15, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Any idea what this is about?
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"Before the day is done, before the setting sun; you'll come to understand this was just for fun. You'll come to understand why there are no names. You'll come to understand my reason for these games."
But I don't understand; I do not have a clue, and that surprises you?
I read this several times and decided it is just "Silly Me & Silly You." As nearly as I can tell with its rhythm and rhyme and nonsensical juxtaposition of thoughts, it is just the poet sounding words to hear words in return. I imagine a child speaking to a mirror while assuming and discarding roles of both dark and light imagination. This may not be the poet's intention, but it is my impression.
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this is a good poem, but you entered it as prose - in paragraphs, but while I was reading it I noticed it's rhyming poetry. I also asked for no rhyme, but apart from that this is an alright poem. it's very interesting to read and has some nice imagery.
as a sidenotes, you didn't have to submit it as a new poem. you could click on edit poem somewhere on the right side and you can change the alignment.
goodluck and thanks for entering
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