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O Venus

By shakespearian12

O Venus,
As the somber drums echo my heavy feet
During the plight of wilted roses
To which gray fog lingers against my skin,
I pray to you,
O Venus,
Let your red arrows strike
Softer than lightning;
Let the silky white doves fly
High in the blue heavens. 
O Venus, 
I wither away from gaiety;
Into moiety, I become. 
As petals crumble,
And the thunder rolls, 
O Venus, 
I know not what might come,
For the clouds defeat the sun,
The night eats the moon,
And the waters rise before noon. 
O Venus,
Take pity on me.
I may not all be the Helen of Troy,
But grant solace on me, a Hestia,
A quiet voice and not by choice,
O Venus.

Posted in: Aphrodite, free verse, poem, Poetry, venus, Writing

Poetry Songs Writing

fool

By shakespearian12 on March 14, 2020

So, maybe I’m a Queen of Hearts,

destroying love with heavy darts.

But who are you, o Fool that clings?

Everything you do, it just stings.

Or maybe you’re the King,

And I’m just a puppet on a string.

But I broke free,

you saw me fly.

You’re on one knee,

but don’t dare try.

I ain’t no fool

you can use like a tool.

There ain’t no rule

saying that this is cool

’cause I’m not a fool

for you

anymore.

Mask on in the parade.

No I won’t fall for the serenade.

I’ll just hide behind my fan,

and wait for you to understand

I ain’t no fool

you can use like a tool.

There ain’t no rule

saying that this is cool

’cause I’m not a fool

for you

anymore.

Such a fool.

Such a fool

you are.

I ain’t no fool

you can use like a tool.

There ain’t no rule

saying that this is cool

’cause I’m not a fool

for you

anymore.

So, maybe I’m a Queen of Hearts.

Posted in: fool, Poetry, Song, Songwriting, Writing

Poetry Songs Writing

Again

By shakespearian12

There’s a tide in your eyes, and several hundred reasons why

I should simply say goodbye as I look into the tide in your eyes.

But there’s in the tide in your eyes that I can never deny,

so I give it a try …

Again.

I’m falling

Again.

Catch me,

I’m falling.

Again.

There’s a song from your lips, romantic like a kiss.

I know ignorance is bliss, so I don’t let you miss

the song on my lips, calling for your kiss,

filling me with bliss.

Again.

I’m falling.

Again.

Catch me,

I’m falling.

Again.

I think I’m on cloud nine, ’cause this is so divine,

something so sublime, I can hear the bells chime.

There’s a tide in your eyes, and several hundred reasons why

I should simply say goodbye as I look into the tide in your eyes.

But there’s in the tide in your eyes that I can never deny,

so I give it a try …

Again.

I give it a try.

Again.

So, catch me,

I’m falling

Again.

I’m falling.

Again.

I think I’m in love with you again.

Posted in: Ballad, free verse, poem, Poetry, Song, Songwriting, Writing

Poetry Songs Writing

Shadow

By shakespearian12

Light fades through the room, drones out the sound, uncertainty looms to the past to which we’re bound.

I can’t feel your heart, but I know that it’s slow, unable to grow, lost in the wind that blow, so …

You fade into a shadow.

You don’t recognize the tears on my face.

Everything we had will

fade away into the empty black space.

I don’t wanna be a shadow,

But you don’t a choice if you do.

I try, and I try. All do is try.

I try to get you as a shadow out of my mind.

I don’t even know why, yeah, even why,

why the end was nigh.

My thoughts intertwine, and the music gets too loud.

I stumble in line, and I fear you’re not proud.

And it’s like,

You fade into a shadow.

You don’t recognize the tears on my face.

Everything we had will

fade away into the empty black space.

I don’t wanna be a shadow,

But you don’t a choice if you do.

Posted in: free verse, loss, lyric poetry, lyrics, poem, Poetry, Song, Songwriting, Writing

Poetry Songs Writing

Bad News

By shakespearian12

Don’t bother to get too close.

I won’t be your ideal host.

I’m the fire, the burn, the ember, the spark, the flame, the smoke that’s making you nervous.

You see me around, watching me drown, gray in the frown, walking in town, like I ain’t worth it.

But you’ve heard it.

I’m bad news.

I’m just a rouse

In a game you’re gonna lose.

Yeah, I’m bad news.

I’m the ghost that’s lurking around, don’t make a sound, lost and not found, so aren’t you proud?

I’m the poison inside, escaping my mind, so out of time, small as a dime, claiming what’s mine.

But it’s time you know:

I’m bad news.

I’m just a rouse

In a game you’re gonna lose.

Yeah, I’m bad news.

Posted in: free verse, poem, Poetry, Song, Songwriting, Writing

Poetry Writing

patchwork

By shakespearian12

Look at the stitches across my skin.

Each is one a different pattern:

The teddy bears of infancy and innocence;

The bubbles of childhood and optimism;

The clouds of adolescent darkness;

And the wind of the future.

Look at me.

Am I not proud?

Posted in: free verse, poem, Poetry, Writing

Poetry Writing

Burn

By shakespearian12

Flares could cave in on my skin.

Hot red flares burning my skin.

Why did partake in such sin?

To touch the amber gloss of her skin,

hot red flares burning my skin,

how could you not know what might’ve been?

Sleep in the hollow night,

you and your manly might.

Do you you not know you’re such a sore sight?

You brought on this sinful fight.

Now, I hope you never see the light,

but rather wallow in the freight.

I hope you fall from a height,

sleep in the hollow night,

you and your manly might.

When you burn,

having never learned

you brought fire at every turn,

and the last thing you see are my eyes so stern

when you you burn.

Flares could cave in on my skin.

Hot red flares burning my skin.

Sleep in the hollow night,

you and your manly might

when you burn,

having never learned.

Flares cave in on your skin.

Hot red flares burn you in your sin.

You sleep in the hollow night

Being such a pathetic sight.

Burn.

I watch love burn.

Posted in: ekaphrastic, free verse, Poetry, Writing

Poetry Writing

melancholy

By shakespearian12

Where the water is dry,

Where the fire is wet,

A river of tears stream from my eyes.

Where the sun is dark and gray,

and the sky is mucky blue,

I wander with no place to stay.

Where lips curl downwards,

where the only noise is a spark of hatred,

I climb outwards.

To the west of despair,

To the east of endless flares,

To the south of gloom,

To the north of wilted instead of bloomed.

Posted in: free verse, poem, Poetry, sad, Writing

Preview Writing

Theodosia

By shakespearian12

Theodosia

Listen to this song as you read this chapter.

Posted in: Hamilton, Theodosia, Writing

Poetry Writing

Tides

By shakespearian12

Why does the sea call me

like the rolling tide

that pulls me in?

Why does the tide need me 

like thunder needs lightning

to create the perfect storm?

Why does the storm intrigue me 

like a million little dots in a

collage of abstract art?

I am the sea.

I am the tide.

I am the thunder.

I am the lightning.

I am the perfect storm.

And I am a piece of abstract 

art.

Posted in: featured, free verse, poem, Poetry, sea, tide, water, Writing

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