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Romance.


Author: EpsilonpsiiChi
ASL Info:    20 years old/ There.
Elite Ratio:    5.33 - 24 /12 /10
Words: 372
Class/Type: Spoof /Satire
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This was just TOO much fun to write!


Romance.



Why do I sit here
in this new spot of mine.
Thought I had fallen over
a long while back.
I think of you,
Why.
I watch this beauty
of a sun set,
slowly as my eyes begin to close.
Of you
why do I dream.
I know you are far
and nothing will bring
you to me as before.
I sit here now
blinded,
as it turns orange.
Clouds like feathers
graze above.
Why can you not be here
Too.
The earth rattles,
it shakes,
but nothing I do
will get you here
To me.

You see,
I know your secret.
Deep, in and out,
I've slept it in.
Watched it grow,
watched it sink.
I know why you breathe
And
why your heart slows.
Out you exhale
with your imagined nightmares;
Think no one sees.
You crave that sight
Crave that spot,
But sadly it belongs
Not.
To you.
Not
for you.
I sit here.
Not for you.
This world is mine,
has been,
And
always will be.
Never yours, Dear.

What I posses
you cannot hold.
You cannot see-
only pretend to be.
You cannot know
why it is so.
You cannot feel
what I hold dear.
I will never be
what you are to me.
I will never be
Someone
you hold.
Never someone
you want.
Only in my thoughts
do we exist.
But we are no more;
we are End.
Finished.
And slaughter you
I would love to.
My love is
your hate.
Hate me you..
You.
Unwanted you stand.
Such a tragedy.
Kill me, Dance with me,
you unwanted whore.

Because
posses I will,
You.
I will set my gaze on yours.
Touch you,
and watch you crumble.
I will slow my breath on yours;
slow yours.
Move aside the curtain
which you so helplessly hide behind;
watch you flinch.
In my heart I hold you dear,
in my memories.
I will lay my hand on yours
and feel it grow cold.
Just as before.
I will kiss your lips,
Embrace you.

You cannot run from me now.
No longer can you handle..

I hear the sirens now
as I part with your body.
I hear them declare
You dead.




Submitted on 2009-01-05 02:43:19     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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  ahh the style is so shifted. or shifting. i think maybe theirs more that i'm seeing in my ignorance. this is like idk.it seems to shift from like an embellishment of "romance" in a satirical voice, then shifting into personal voices crac kling in still muffled by auto response metaphor.

second theory.........i'm crazy but don't take this the wrong way until you know the lingo, but you're good as stalked.
| Posted on 2009-01-05 00:00:00 | by cornonthekob | [ Reply to This ]
  Wow. I really like this piece. As you created a new line with one word such as 'you' after the ones like you give him nothing. This poem alters between caring for 'him' or not. In the middle and towards the end, it seems like you want to be with him, but the end, he is "dead" which can be implied as in, out of your life, or something else. Anyways, this was real good. I liked it very much. Good write :)

Much love,
Annie
| Posted on 2009-01-05 00:00:00 | by unnamedtear | [ Reply to This ]


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