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Living in the style of a Shakespearian play, we are all tragedies, Perhaps with a comedy thrown in the middle. You and I, We’ve been the Lovers In this Divine Comedy Far Longer than Romeo or Juliet Could bear to wait. Yes, we have abandoned The Unities of Time Place And Action So harshly, That even we Have grown into A bored audience; Searching out Our Comedic Ending But we’ve never really been Good at timing.   We’ve made our Repeated Exits. Always coming back A Cue Too early Or A Line Too late. Each time Twisting words And Actions Trying to make Each other fit back into Our Plot. But what if we are the truest Star Crossed Lovers As our plays don’t even Have the same Title? It has always been “To be with eachother or To Not be with eachother” And I really, really don’t want To end like Hamlet. But the fault seems to be In the stars, As each of our Actions Seems to seek More and more For a resolution That neither Our Stage Directions Nor Lines Seem to offer. We round ourselves out With table work And character development But with each interaction We find that we are Static, together.   It seems as if We were a rough draft, Left unfinished. So we stand on this Threshold, Clinging to another possible Classic. But dissolving into the oblivion That all Unfinished works of Art must face. We are less than a tragedy, As our deaths are silent And no one will ever weep at our tale, Simply because it will never have been told. At my brink of oblivion, I want you to know Our story should be a history, Simply a reflection On the fact That we were Not fiction. Lower than King Henry And King Charles, But Still, Real Like A Golden Crown For which we did not **** But simply pleaded To no avail.
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Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 7:00 PM UTC
Tragic Comedy
Living in the style of a Shakespearian play, we are all tragedies, Perhaps with a comedy thrown in the middle. You and I, We’ve been the Lovers In this Divine Comedy Far Longer than Romeo or Juliet Could bear to wait. Yes, we have abandoned The Unities of Time Place And Action So harshly, That even we Have grown into A bored audience; Searching out Our Comedic Ending But we’ve never really been Good at timing.   We’ve made our Repeated Exits. Always coming back A Cue Too early Or A Line Too late. Each time Twisting words And Actions Trying to make Each other fit back into Our Plot. But what if we are the truest Star Crossed Lovers As our plays don’t even Have the same Title? It has always been “To be with eachother or To Not be with eachother” And I really, really don’t want To end like Hamlet. But the fault seems to be In the stars, As each of our Actions Seems to seek More and more For a resolution That neither Our Stage Directions Nor Lines Seem to offer. We round ourselves out With table work And character development But with each interaction We find that we are Static, together.   It seems as if We were a rough draft, Left unfinished. So we stand on this Threshold, Clinging to another possible Classic. But dissolving into the oblivion That all Unfinished works of Art must face. We are less than a tragedy, As our deaths are silent And no one will ever weep at our tale, Simply because it will never have been told. At my brink of oblivion, I want you to know Our story should be a history, Simply a reflection On the fact That we were Not fiction. Lower than King Henry And King Charles, But Still, Real Like A Golden Crown For which we did not **** But simply pleaded To no avail.
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Nicolette-Avery
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Nicolette-Avery
Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 7:00 PM UTC
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