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Hannah Anderson Jun 2014
Oh Shakespeare, how’d you know?
All about how we love
and what we do not show.
You knew the story from the very start
You knew it before I broke my heart.

I love you like the moon
and I love you like the sky
I love you till forever but
I can’t tell you why
Shakespeare knows all about us
he knew about the a party
and he knew about the star crossed love
Love is just too much.

That’s where it starts,
look back when
to a party or
a function or a
grand fancy-pants swaray .
Hey, Juliet-
Romeo can’t breathe without’cha
He can’t eat and he cant sleep
and he wants to be with you
Your running through his mind babe,
how bout it?

Hey, Romeo-
Juliet loved you rom the start.
She hated all your girlfriends
It pulled at her aching heart
She wants you to know all that she cannot say
so she’s writing you a love letter
oh, baby.


You knew about how it ended,
how our hearts broke into to
You knew about how I ached
and cried to think about him too.
It felt like death the serum from that medicine.

I should have thought about eternity
I thought you would always spend it forever here with me.
But who would have known that we gave up way too soon..
I should have thought it through
Before I blew off my parents
and said *******!
A C Leuavacant Jun 2014
Are my eyes just fooling me again
Or is my time Finaly up
Is this a siege on my own head
Or revenge from far and wide  
It seems so clear
But yet so far
The panic setting in
I was warned
But not enough
This is the time for fear

And as I stare below me
Crown tilted low upon my head
I could swear the forest's walking
Full of loathing, life and hate  

It's pace is quickly speeding up approaching  Dunsinane
Now what to do with my own throne
The battles lost
The battles won  

And The branches click and whisper
As I look down In fear  
But what choice do I have now
These woods will make the end
I don't sleep much
But when I do,
It's per chance of dreaming of you.
This is inspired by Shakespeare
Ynika Aron Jun 2014
I care not for your “darling buds of May”
Nor the rough winds that howl at their expense
For the sea that is vast as they hair’s fray
I find your mind to be as vastly dense.

As the ocean is brimming with fresh catch;
Bellowing waves to the longing shorelines
Each hermit to shell in a God-made match
Unlike the way thy thoughts seem to align.

But in every shell exists a new creature
No matter what this shell may seem to be
Spontaneity exists bare in nature
As it was so it will remain to be.

As the brilliance of thy words come to a light
I find them burning longer than the night.
The last poem I submitted for ATYP this year. Fun fact: I actually completed the last two quatrains and couplet within about seven minutes during my lunch period, immediately before it was due.
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