9 of 30, Poem-A-Day, "Emo Sonnet" (petrarchan sonnet, could use a little help with the title)
Emo Sonnet
Like, I mean, seriously, how arrogant and proud can one person be?
Look at me all crazy; trying to write my needs into a song;
see, I think my muse talks too fast but she thinks I take too long
to smash that pretty, golden cage of hers and set her free.
Spirits should be ashamed to speak through me:
it's like, the melody is coming, but I hear it all wrong;
it's like, I can't read music, but I know enough to play along;
go on, now, and rave at the beautiful fireworks; I'll pretend that I see
the meaning in the living text. Hey, for better or for worse,
me and my foolish soul are stuck scribbling librettos here
and each stigmatic wound is just a variation on a theme:
I'd love to thrive, but instead I’m living beneath this curse;
there’s a paradox; I’m taking comfort from what I fear-
my hopes won't leave me alone; I'm a prisoner of a dream.
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April 9, 2009 by Rich Boucher.