#romeoandjuliet
speak not to me of love conceived in a single glance
for such a tale is woven of idle breath and foolish fantasy
to swear devotion upon the fleeting meeting of two pairs of eyes is but a hollow boast
born not of the heart but of impatience and desire
what depth may dwell in so shallow a moment?
what truth may root itself in so barren a soil?
no, this so-called love
proclaimed at first sight
is but a gaudy illusion
a trick of longing minds that mistake wonder for devotion and hunger for fate.
May 24
May 24, 2026 at 8:32 PM UTC
Hello, my name is Rosaline
I’m part of the Capulet family of Verona
Therefore, a sworn enemy to the Montague
My name is Rosaline
A person who thought to never love
Until the young Lord Romeo Montague
My name is Rosaline
A woman who fell for him slowly
Only to see tears fall as Grace and Romeo slept together
My name is Rosaline
Someone, full of anger
Yet I fell for the Count Paris
My name is Rosaline
The secret muse of Count Paris
And the mother of his children
My name is Rosaline
A woman who saw her cousin, Juliet Capulet
Flirt with Romeo and her lover
My name is Rosaline
A crushed, angered soul
To see the one person she trusted take away her man
My name is Rosaline
With eyes widen
To hear that Romeo, Juliet, and my love is dead
My name is Rosaline
Writing to you, dear reader
As I take my final breath
Feb 8
Feb 8, 2026 at 3:50 PM UTC
Montagues and Capulets.
Both are ever-present in my mind, heart, and soul.
Montagues -
Logical, protective, defensive.
Capulets -
Whistful, flowing, accepting.
One cannot exist without the other.
One is not safe without the other.
You see, the Capulets cannot live in this cruel world without protection
And the Montagues cannot enjoy this world without whimsy.
They have frequently been waging war on my soul.
Montagues want distance, foundation, and steadiness.
Capulets want closeness, falling, and cravings.
One cannot exist without the other, unless they are utterly miserable.
The mediator has vanished.
An uncomfortable spot to be, between the two dueling families.
Both believe they know what's best.
And what's at stake?
My heart, she shifts from ice cold to melted in a matter of seconds.
I cannot be the one who makes the choice and chooses a side.
Both are valuable.
"Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood."
Feb 5
Feb 5, 2026 at 2:02 PM UTC
“…And, maybe, Romeo and Juliet;
Perhaps they were too young
[To understand]”.
….The play of keep-away;
Miscommunication &
“Misunderstanding[s]”.
©2026Ellen Finn
Feb 1
Feb 1, 2026 at 3:41 PM UTC
my name doomed me
my middle name, actually
she was a girl who killed herself
for a boy, i guess
i might do that
any excuse
i suppose
to die
Oct 29, 2025
Oct 29, 2025 at 10:35 PM UTC
Freeze the moment, live the scene,
You look at me in our polaroid.
You're a drug, and baby I ain't clean,
Your jokes and smile, I can't avoid.
I love you in my navy blue sweater,
Just casually hanging off your shoulder.
Your messy hair, that's even better,
“Thank god” I say “I get to hold her.”
We go on a road trip, you make me laugh
I adore you whole- the love and the chaff.
I smile when you whisper, soft and slow,
Dear Juliet, I’m yours. - Forever Romeo.
The windows open, light on your face,
A sight that makes my heart race.
Those big brown eyes looking in mine,
How blessed am I - you're a miracle divine.
We dance in the kitchen, you make me laugh,
Is it too awkward to say you're my better half?
I smile when you sing with the radio,
Dear Juliet, I’m yours. - Forever Romeo.
Mar 15, 2025
Mar 15, 2025 at 5:19 AM UTC
You said forever never lasts
I should have believed you when you told me that
Old love songs fill my journals, ripped pages
eternal, heartfelt, inferno
I hope you burn just like me
I wish you never feel a sense of relief
I pray you never catch a moment of peace
Until you see... You're just like me <3
A hole in my chest where your head used to lay
you've stolen my heart, & you've watched me decay
I haven't heard it beat since that
one...
fateful...
day.
I feel as if I can't breathe.
My breath, my life, my essence
you've taken from me.
Oct 24, 2022
Oct 24, 2022 at 11:06 PM UTC
I could think of no other purpose,
Love.
They sang throughout the night
while I was found, in the garden.
It would be simpler, he said, if they would just remember me, but
there were too many of them.
‘With a ‘well, well, well,
what have we here?’ I can enter any room
with confidence, hand on hip
[the Nurse called from within]
It reminded me of the idiots and ghouls
between myself and myself,
while I scratched like a cat.
What a piece of junk!
But I think that it will be enough.
The whole world was changing in those days while the haze reminds me of leaves,
and of you.
You are standing in a garden.
Dec 24, 2021
Dec 24, 2021 at 12:52 PM UTC
This is a poem for the anger
I keep coiled around my ribs
Because I was taught that anger is an absinthian poison
That will rise like bile in the throat and must be swallowed.
And I realize you may read this
And you may be angry
But I realize with each crunch of bone
I must give myself the space
To uncoil in this way.
I am angry
That you made me a captive reservoir
for the bitter droughts you refused to drink yourself.
You were iron-stomached after years of punches,
that I understood.
Open handed, I wanted to be the exception
But holy palmer’s kiss
Was still not enough to let me cross the threshold.
You are the locked room in the house that the children are forbidden
Only small glimpses between hinges
Of your fear poisoned self
Huddled in a corner, vomiting apologies.
I am angry
for believing I could have lain beside you
every night for the rest of my life
And not starved to death from loneliness.
I am angry
for ignoring how I dimmed each time I waited for you
to want me, to miss me, to think of me,
to ask me to come into your arms,
to find me fascinating, enchanting
to tell me you needed me;
to betray anything that proved I was more than convenience,
A drink that served itself on a silver platter,
Asking to be drunk.
If you only knew how luminous I could be
when loved well.
I am angry
That I still hope you will be waiting by my door after work
because you realized how you starved me
And now you’ve set a banqueting table, a banner over me is love
But I know you will never do this.
I know you cannot do this.
I am angry
that I miss only the space you left,
That I have not yet been able to close the gap
And walk away from your memory.
Aug 19, 2021
Aug 19, 2021 at 11:12 PM UTC
Green shoots,
little shocks of brilliance
from mouths so oft distracted
tis a wonder they’re not more malnourished
the courage to give an opinion
on long dead white kings of literature
who speak Christ knows what but it ain’t English
is, as they themselves may say, lit
my tired soul has read the lines so oft
I feel peppered for all this,
so finding out Romeo is now a simp,
has the hot blood stirring again
May 7, 2021
May 7, 2021 at 2:36 PM UTC
I am a poet,
I create my own wings
And weave a world,
While hurtling
towards the ground.
Jan 22, 2021
Jan 22, 2021 at 4:56 PM UTC
a perfect Juliet.
do you know who she really is?
she looks perfect, doesn't she?
you think you've met HER.
the one, the only.
so peel the beautiful mask from her face, and see who she really is.
so take off the pretty costume, and see what she really dons.
so take her beautiful hair
and snip it off
and see who remains. is she still
beautiful?
Jun 30, 2020
Jun 30, 2020 at 7:44 PM UTC
my life line moves across
your chest
your love line inches towards
my lower back
reading your palms
under the thin covers
summer air blows into our hair
permeating the smell
of grass and warm flowers
we embrace
the unknowable future crushed
between our palms.
Feb 24, 2020
Feb 24, 2020 at 3:07 PM UTC
Your eyes are filled with heaven
Overthrown by hell
But with every 'I love you'
And every little victory
Hell dissolves a bit
For the past three months
I've been a close whitness of this journey
It was magic
Your eyes became a little clearer every day
They're still a little cloudy,
But beautiful
Your eyes sparkle like some starry night upon a river filled with moonlight like in all sappy love stories
You silence me every time
You are my Romeo
But with you I don't mind being Juliet
Let's leave this place and never come back
Weeks, months have passed
With you being mine
Yet I still can't describe how lucky I am
Romeo and Juliet ran away together, just to love
Which is a good reason for me though
But why don't we bend the rules a little?
And be Romeo and Romeo?
What do you say?
Dec 26, 2019
Dec 26, 2019 at 7:52 AM UTC
I can smell a smoldering flame grow inside your home
I know this is really crazy
but if I help you you'll be saving me
you unwind my swarming thoughts
I over think
but I'm not over you
I've been burnt too
if it can start with a sorry I'll say them all
I don't want this to be the tragidety that ends our epic love story
May 6, 2019
May 6, 2019 at 3:29 AM UTC
There are phrases that I cannot explain when I speak to you.
Maybe it's just a thought or maybe I've gone soft.
Like the clouds thinking its cotton candy, passed memories made
shadows
Tears that
made Rain.
Roses I met indeed,
but let here rose peddles leading my scents to other messes.
My passion became no more an made the seas quiet.
Juliet WAS the name for all my lovers.
Juliet WAS only a costume to hide there names.
An empire I created with flirts
But it BURSTED -
out into flames
an became my worse nightmares
an my worst pains.
Trying to cover the sun with just a finger
Blindly out shined by it's own beauty.
A Mystery
Where misery has chased me,
An started to become Happy endings.
Errors paint my screen beneath the dark
Unworthy to ever press spellcheck.
Maybe is a curse of ur endless beauty
or has my eyes seen through your purity.
A world of matters
Where I have dissolved my pasted.
To tell my thoughts that they have never forgotten you.
An say opportunities come rarely, an let me be your overcoat when NightFalls.
Sincerely
Yours Truly
Romeo
Nov 9, 2018
Nov 9, 2018 at 7:35 PM UTC
we kissed.
"are you happier now." you said.
nobody's ever going
to
love
me.
but at least sadness doesn't devour me as easily.
i got thoughts to banish the
sadness
and
pain.
the only thing i've ever wanted was for someone to love me.
it's a tragedy.
this is a love story that will end like r + j.
but unlike shakespeare, my brain isn't dead.
i will fight for love like the capulets and montagues.
i will die for this love to last.
and i will do anything just to make you happy.
but yet,
i'm
still
not
loved.
it's impossible for someone like him, my romeo whose eyes are darker than the night sky,
to fall for a vulnerable juliet, who on the inside is a weak, emotionless girl who doesn't ever
get
what
she
wants.
Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 1:44 PM UTC
People tend to think it's an act
When you want to **** yourself
And it kind of is
You have to put on an act every day
In order to get through basic ****
Showering,
Eating,
Social interactions,
It's all an act
But you still want to die
That part most definitely isn't an act
That's the most real part of you
The deadest part inside
Is what's keeping you alive
The attention seeking *****
Seeks attention
Because they wonder if anyone actually gives a ****
Or if everyone else is putting on an act, too
Because if all the world's a stage,
And we're all just acting,
Then why not **** off some characters
Shakespeare got rid of Romeo and Juliet
And they were still famous
They were still the stars
And if you can be the star
But still be dead
Then why keep on living
When you're already dead inside
Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 11:21 PM UTC
Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal ***** of these two foes
A pair of star-cross’d lovers take their life;
Whose misadventur’d piteous overthrows
Doth with their death bury their parents’ strife.
The fearful passage of their death-mark’d love,
And the continuance of their parents’ rage,
Which, but their children’s end, nought could remove,
Is now the two hours’ traffic of our stage;
The which if you with patient ears attend,
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.
May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 8:27 AM UTC
The farthest point
Of beauty seen
By all most fair
Not in between
Do not forget
By means or measure
This beautiful sight
Of richest treasure
For fast in heart
Thou seek to find
The beauty of
The one in one's mind
Is thou not drawn
By such a sight
Of beauty grand
Who's heart is light
And care free to
I may's well add
But I shall allow you
To be sad
For she won't wed
She'll never marry
And now the burden
Of love you'll carry
Go find a maiden
As pretty as she
And you and her
Forever will be
For the price of love
Is up to rent
The bearing sadness
Of Romeo's lament
May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 11:49 AM UTC
Everything has a way of going awry
profound changes have to tell a story
How air may freeze and earth drown
in ashes of snow and tumble down
Lilies may turn red and violets green
All the opposite of what we have seen
I cannot stand against nature's will
With all these dreams I yet have to fulfill
All that foreseen, but dear love!
To the moon and heavens above
I swear my love for you does end
When Gods die with no love to lend.
May 7, 2018
May 7, 2018 at 12:36 PM UTC
One look was all it took
For my heart to become yours
One smile was all I needed
To know I had found the one worth keeping
Years may have past
But how my love only grows daily
I’m not sure how I can say this
But you are the one I always needed
The one I have always longed for
You were the connecting dots of my broken heart
The only one to really save me.
You are the missing pieces
Of the jumbled puzzle I call my life
You are the light that guides me home
When I’m feeling all alone
For you are my Romeo
My little dream
My life
Jan 3, 2018
Jan 3, 2018 at 11:04 AM UTC
His oaths were all crimson passion,
(Oh, fleeting, evanescent boy!)
But were simply passing fashion,
Discarded like some broken toy
Put on or off as he saw fit
(Not employed for some higher good:
The fondling of some harlot’s ***
The plucking of some maidenhood.)
Prolifigate in the bedroom
In constancy, he remained chaste
Cast in the role of a bridegroom
The play’s ending he brought in haste
(I say this without levity;
Forever is but brevity.)
Mar 1, 2017
Mar 1, 2017 at 10:49 AM UTC
She's a messianic complex,
She's way too self-absorbed;
She's not the centre of the universe,
Nor the orbit of my world.
She's not lit beneath the spot light,
She's not the colours of a rainbow;
She's not the sun or inconstant moon,
Nor the North Star of my nights.
She's not the compass for direction,
Nor the warm winds of my winters,
Or the cool rains of my summers;
But she's my predilection,
It may sound misconstrued;
It may be a prediction,
It may as well be true:
*It's hard for me to live this life
If life's not lived with you.*
Jan 2, 2017
Jan 2, 2017 at 3:35 PM UTC
I’ve longed for so long to be
A part of something apart from me
But the seconds and minutes draw near
Turn into days, into weeks, a year
Just what will it take to be,
Just to be, to be free
Will you be the Adam to my Eve?
Without you I’m incomplete
Just half of what I could be
Jack and Sally or Sid and Nancy
Nobody else can compete
Together we will run free
Let’s write our own twisted love story
Who cares what anyone else may say
We’ll be both the judge and jury
And in our own little world we’ll stay
I want to be closer now
Closer than skin and bone will allow
I want to peel away the edges
To remove all the excess
Be closer than we know how
Just be free, you and me
The Romeo to my Juliet
Without you I’m incomplete
Just half of what I could be
I’ll be Scarlett O and you’ll be Rhett
Nobody else can compete
Together we will run free
Let’s write our own twisted love story
Who cares what anyone else may say
We’ll be both judge and jury
And in our own little world we’ll stay
Will you be the Jekyll to my Hyde?
Without you I’m incomplete
Just half of what I could be
And I’ll be the Bonnie to your Clyde,
Nobody else can compete
Together we will run free
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Dec 11, 2016
Dec 11, 2016 at 10:30 AM UTC