Lie to me.
Tell me we have nothing,
And I am mistaken.
Lie to me.
Tell me you did not know about the kiss,
And you did not know of your actions.
Lie to me.
Tell me there is nothing more we share,
And you want to forget.
Lie to me.
Tell me you never wish to kiss me again,
And you regret our past.
Lie to me.
Tell me all the things you tell yourself,
And we can live our lie.
Lie to me.
Tell me you wish for us to part,
And not speak of this again.
Lie to me.
Tell me you want me to go away forever,
And we can end with our meaningless lies.
Feb 5, 2013
Feb 5, 2013 at 10:51 AM UTC
She says that everything means nothing.
Why do we continue this lie?
We must lead drama away.
We seem to fear the truth.
For her I'm silent.
Meaningless kiss.
We don't care.
Not love.
Lies.
Feb 5, 2013
Feb 5, 2013 at 10:40 AM UTC
I am left speechless.
How could we have kissed again?
To you meant nothing.
Feb 5, 2013
Feb 5, 2013 at 10:35 AM UTC
Succumbed to Dionysus' will.
We wallowed together out of the door.
We left them behind, the moment stood still.
The hand of Apollo seems to urge more,
For I express what I most love and fear.
You are the great secret that I adore.
Aphrodite seeming to interfere
With our forbidden moment that kills time.
The harrowing stars is what brings us near.
How do I express our moment in rhyme?
I caught you here in my arms as you fell,
our song played in a harmonious chime.
Ananke bares upon this twisted hell
That inevitably will make us one.
How long will we continue to rebel?
Mnemosyne remembers the past we shun,
And she now sees the moment in our eyes.
When, I wonder with this, shall we be done?
Right now you hide not behind all the lies
Our faces close, we are about to kiss,
The interruption led to its demise
Perses, the one who creates our ill bliss,
Is also the destructor of all we
Ever hope to both love and to e'er miss.
Now all that will be left is you and me,
and our moment though close, ne'er came to be.
Jan 14, 2013
Jan 14, 2013 at 12:48 PM UTC
To you i never knew.
You are not forgotten.
The blackened angel cannot take your memory from those who still weep your name.
To you i never knew.
You are still loved.
The eternal potion of aphrodite lingers
And the proven love remains.
To you i never knew.
You are very real.
The salty sands of the summer tides
Is where I imagine you reside.
To you i never knew.
You are mourned by a friend.
The winter of life's bitterness
Keeps you in her heart.
To you i never knew.
You are significant.
The weight of your death holds on her heart
Is enough to be felt by me.
To you i never knew.
You are to be eternalized.
The longer end of the eternal circle shall come back
To console those you left behind.
To you i never knew.
You are remembered.
The icy veins cast by me melt,
As she embraces the thought of you.
To you i never knew.
You are cared by even me.
The only way I can console
Her is to write this for you.
To you i never knew.
You are truly beloved.
The best tribute from me to you
Is For her to know someone else cares.
Jan 14, 2013
Jan 14, 2013 at 12:46 PM UTC
I now sit here with the darkest poet, from long ago,
his sad story is similar to me.
Hidden as Quarles, though him you may know
as the one who loved Annabel Lee.
The difference, his love, loved with no other thought
than to love and be loved by he.
We met young, though I was not a child,
In our kingdom by the sea.
Our love was a love that was stranger than love,
I and the new Annabel Lee.
What is the will of the winged seraphs of heaven?
Do they condone or condemn her and me?
What is the reason that long ago,
in the kingdom by the sea.
That over us came a dark cloud, chilling
my beautiful new Annabel Lee.
Her icy veins now run deep,
and have taken her away from me.
An easier fate be served in a tomb,
residing where the winter tides return from the sea.
Were the dancing angels of heaven
envying her and me?
This must be the reason we part! I know,
as I have been where the winter tides return from the sea.
My love's end differs from Poe, but surely I know
What its like to lose Annabel Lee.
Although your love was stronger by far than the love
of those far older than thee,
and those far wiser than we,
My lost love can't be blamed upon the angels in heaven,
nor the demons down under the sea.
My soul shall dissever from her soul forever,
and I have no one to blame but me.
Yet the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
of the beautiful new Annabel Lee.
And still the stars never rise, without me seeing the eyes
of my darling, that hates me, and abreast I shall ne'er abide.
I shall be the one consumed by the winter tides returning to the sea.
Stuck in the tomb that shall never be.
Jan 1, 2013
Jan 1, 2013 at 10:55 PM UTC
Come, the Dark lady to my new age Will,
you, my female evil that knows no time.
I try to forget; my dreams you are still
and once again I am forced to the rhyme.
Intertwined story with the greatest wright,
I sit here thinking of our sorry plight.
Sweet beauty hath no name, no holy bower,
yet there she is again when I see you.
You, the only one who makes me cower,
as the winter tides return all I knew.
How oft when thou my music, music play'st,
and you, my muse, the source of this play list.
To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell,
this not foreseen in your gypsy-like cards.
From the lost and beautiful past I rebel
and not continue the path of the bards.
And yet by heaven I think my love as rare
as those who brace true love, hence my despair.
Although I swear to myself alone,
to you, this love I shall never admit.
Together we speak in a hopeful tone,
But to speak the truth I shall ne'er submit.
To mourn for me since mourning doth thee grace
and perhaps this one day, I shall embrace.
Prison my heart in thy steel bosom's ward.
Why, warden of my heart, you not relent?
Why does my heart continue to be barred?
You continue to deny my repent.
The statue of thy beauty thou will take
and for you, serve my sentence with no slake.
Not once vouchsafe to my will in thine?
To once again live our moment of bliss.
To know for a moment that you were mine
I'd barter all, for the bad angel's kiss.
Make but thy name thy love, and love that still
can open your heart to the new age will.
Thou blind fool, love, what dost thou to mine eyes?
I'm caught in the mischief of cupid's game.
I know the truth, yet I hope you realize
that your heart secretly calls out my name.
On both sides thus is simple truth suppressed,
for we both desire to walk abreast.
Her pretty looks have been mine enemies,
and my secret rival does not deserve.
You are worth all of life's amenities,
and you, the muse, to my banned oeuvre.
Lest sorrow lend me words, and words express,
that which my lips shall ne'er ever profess.
But 'tis my heart that loves what they despise.
For what they see is your icy cruel veins.
My heart blinded, yet there's truth through my eyes,
and they cannot be fooled by my heart's feigns.
If thou dost seek to have what thou dost hide,
expel the ice so our hearts can abide.
But if thou catch thy hope, turn back to me,
for there can still be time left in our song.
I'm tortured thinking of all that could be.
'Tis harrowing stars, with my heart they prong.
Yet this I shall ne'er know, but live in doubt.
I wish this, to you, I could talk about.
'I hate,' from hate away she threw.
The Hathaway pun I must bring to light.
Can you save me by saying “not you?”
Or shall you add to this murderous plight?
And death once dead, there's no more dying then.
So please save me now, or your feeling's ken.
My love is as a fever, longing still.
And I am fiending for her to embrace.
My female evil, the reason I'm ill,
despite reason, my heart shall ne'er efface.
How can it? O! How can love's eye be true?
Despite our past, I am in love with you.
Canst Thou, O cruel! Say I love thee not?
Do you truly wish to cast me away?
From the past, is the future truly naught?
All of these questions I wish to allay.
More Worthy I to be belov'd of thee
Yet my heart fears that this shall never be.
Her love, for whose dear love I rise and fall,
seen by my actions to master the dance.
I do wonder how our fate shall befall.
Our connection seems to be more than chance
To swear against the truth, so foul a lie!
But the truth, a sin of the deepest dye.
Dec 30, 2012
Dec 30, 2012 at 3:27 AM UTC
Some songs do not truly end,
they only change with time.
It seems are song follows this trend,
and I am forced to revert to rhyme.
The broken dance of silent dreams
was meant to be the close.
But there's a remix of our song it seems,
and I'm forced to think with prose.
Do you remember what I set out to do,
a year from this very day?
It seems my words of passion were true
and the dance is having its way.
There is a twist to our broken song,
and it has lead me straight back to you.
and now this is a place we both truly belong,
but I am hampered on what to do.
Ad Finem,
It rose tonight with no warning and came,
and over and over it spoke your name.
It's neck was red where my hands beheld it,
and scorched my brow with its scorching breath.
I thought it was dead, but with no warning
It told me a love like this can know no death.
It was enough to wake me at the hour of three,
and to frazzle my sense of verse.
And it won't let me stop thinking of you and me,
and the eternal circle curse.
My thoughts shall not turn to action,
they will not interfere.
For the negative reaction,
means no more than means a tear.
I must think to a hundred years from now dear heart,
when the grief will be o'er.
I must accept the absence of the kiss through the rose leaf rain,
and mask this dreadful secret pain.
I now know that it knows no death,
and so for that I will save my breath.
It's something that goes beyond the laws of verse and rhyme,
It is something withstanding the test of time.
The structured chaos of our sinking house of dreams
is where this all must stay.
For I just want to see you happy it seems,
and I could not stand to push you away.
I would love to put away our past,
and start something fresh anew.
For a friendship is something that can last,
and I would like to have that with you.
I love when we are together,
but I can't help how I feel.
I shall mask it altogether,
despite it being real.
I just do not understand my heart,
Though I know it true.
We had such a brief start,
yet it has lasted through.
I have never been like this,
my lingering feelings make no sense.
Something about our kiss
made this all intense.
So for now I will sit here thinking
of the meaning of this poem.
Why I was awakened to write this,
and why to you I roam.
So number six of this story,
of how a broken man gleams,
searching for our glory,
sinking in our house of dreams.
Dec 24, 2012
Dec 24, 2012 at 5:36 AM UTC
I would much rather talk,
but am confined to write.
Running against the clock
with the end in sight.
How do I reach her? How do I say?
All the things she pushes away.
She does not answer my messages, she ignores all as feign,
and I am left stranded as Macbeth's pitiful Thane.
So I asked a friend on what to do.
How I should go about talking to you.
She said I should find you in person, or actually call,
but I thought both ideas were destined to fall.
I told her that I tried, and you did not want to hear,
Though this is the last time I shall ever be near.
Finding you in person, or making the call,
She argued noble, but I saw it squall.
Of course, I argued that is what I wanted to do,
But I did not want to intrude on you.
She said if I truly wanted, I would find a way,
But I am truly coming to the eleventh hour of the day.
She said I need to recognize how I made you feel.
As an object with mere lust appeal.
But that was never truly the case,
but I was never able to finish the race.
So as our music is fading away,
I scramble to find the right way to say,
That I am sorry and want to make things right and true,
Because I truly care about what I did to you.
I just hate the thought of leaving with this loose end,
and being unable to halt this downward trend.
I want so badly to make things right,
but this possibility is dimming from sight.
If given the chance, I don't even know my words,
I cannot foretell as great as your cards.
I am speechless at the very thought,
although the true situation is what leaves me distraught.
You want to know something that I will admit to none?
There is one thing I am determined to be done.
To master the art of ballroom dance.
Perhaps I see it as my second chance.
Even with this passion, I question my own intent.
What is the reason for my ballroom time spent?
Shall I master out of my own true will?
Or shall it be for a hole I cannot fill?
Either way it will come true.
Master the dance is what I will do.
Is it perhaps a twisted song,
That will be played so I can belong?
If that is my reason, then I am a fool.
Learning to dance is not the tool.
Your lack of fluidity is not why she is gone,
And mastering it will not rekindle the song.
So as I leave this place now for good,
it hurts that my intentions shall ne'er be understood.
Will I bother her again to say goodbye?
Shall I try to bandage the hurtful lie?
As much as it hurts, I will do but none.
For her sake alone, I will be done.
if to me she wants to speak,
She must do so within the week.
But I do not think she wants to say,
Anything to me but “go away.”
So I shall hold my tongue and relinquish my last try,
to make things right and to say goodbye.
If given the chance for her to hear, I would change my verse.
I would talk to her in a manner she respected.
If she were to read this, I could not say my final speech in rhyme
because it would take away from moment.
Yet direct speech must also be evaded
for I am unable to fully
fathom the idea of her reading this.
What would I say?
Would I say you were in my dreams?
Would I be able to tell you the inner thoughts of while I sleep?
The moment I try to impress
with my heart's open desires,
she is swept away within a wave.
Leaving me desolate and alone.
The salty sands of time could not make
her see through
that one
hurtful moment.
I try to speak, but
it is as if I am invisible.
Then suddenly I am seen. But it
is not me that she sees.
It is a shell that casts aside all my good intent and leaves
nothing but imperfections and
I am once again
ignored.
Even my dream
couldn't take the truth.
We had gone our separate ways.
What is the point of rushing through hopeless corridors
when the light will never be seen?
I try to escape, I try to release the truth,
but she eludes
me.
Just as all hope has been lost, I see a light.
I rush to find myself upon a balcony.
I have yearned to find that which
is in the distance.
Through the storm's current
and the woeful winter tides,
There she is again. I felt you were somewhere
and-
I was somewhere,
but-
Now 'we' were gone somewhere forever, sinking in our house of dreams.
Despite our crossing paths
and intertwined speech,
there is nothing more we share.
So this is my final silent goodbye
that you will never hear.
My last gift to you
that has come out of this structured chaos.
Our song now fades into the eternal distance.
Oct 21, 2012
Oct 21, 2012 at 2:15 PM UTC
I miss her. That is all I have to say.
A single picture is all that I hold.
The night is not night, and the day not day.
When the story is left to be untold.
I silently beg for a second chance,
back into the lost and beautiful past.
My maladroit feet have halted the dance
and it has hampered the length it shall last.
Shakespearean Sonnet, a structured set,
for all the chaos that entices me.
The impending Omega sure will let
the cold winter tides return from the sea.
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Or shall I let thy anger push away?
Dec 16, 2011
Dec 16, 2011 at 7:53 PM UTC