(no subject)
Will You?
You create philosophical questions often
Especially when I’m in the mood to relax.
Perhaps your inquisitive character should soften
For I feel these inquisitions as attacks.
“Will you?” you ask.
“Will I what?” I reply.
“Answer the question,” you say behind a mask.
I want nothing more than to deny.
“Are you?” you question.
“Am I what?” I retort.
“Answer,” you demand with seeming obsession.
I can’t help but let out a snort.
And yet I somehow find your words appealing
Thus it is still my heart you are stealing.
Holding Hands
Warmth spreads throughout my arm
Stemming from the way we interlock our hands
Thumbs rubbing across the back preventing any harm
Is much more intimate than any band
That signifies our love.
The grass beneath us creates a bed
As we gaze upon the sky above
You look at me in such a way that my blush spreads.
My heart skips a beat
As you gaze into my eyes.
I’ve never felt so complete
Watching time just pass us by.
My love runs deeply in my coursing blood, and yet
I fear we’ll be star-crossed lovers like Romeo and Juliet.
Writer's Block
Writer’s block is the bane of my existence.
What to write? Nothing comes to mind.
Perhaps I need some assistance?
No. This sheer annoyance makes me blind.
Are there any stories worth a find
And worth writing a sonnet about?
The wheels in my head grind,
But I am left with a lot of doubt.
Will I ever find a clout?
This process is very defeating.
Would bouncing ideas put me on the right route?
But asking for help could be cheating.
I begin to write word after word.
Finally my mind has been spurred.
A Blanket of Snow
The dark enveloped me
On my walk between the pines.
A branch stuck out and hit my knee
I tripped and fell, caught up in a vine.
My head hit a rock, no one heard my pleas.
The blanket underneath me melted no longer divine.
Blood surrounded my crown, creating lees.
It produced a crimson shine.
Little was left of my pride
Flakes surrounded the blood, making a halo
I laid there broken as I cried.
My body aches, I’ve lost life’s glow.
And on this night, I died.
I am covered in snow.
You create philosophical questions often
Especially when I’m in the mood to relax.
Perhaps your inquisitive character should soften
For I feel these inquisitions as attacks.
“Will you?” you ask.
“Will I what?” I reply.
“Answer the question,” you say behind a mask.
I want nothing more than to deny.
“Are you?” you question.
“Am I what?” I retort.
“Answer,” you demand with seeming obsession.
I can’t help but let out a snort.
And yet I somehow find your words appealing
Thus it is still my heart you are stealing.
Holding Hands
Warmth spreads throughout my arm
Stemming from the way we interlock our hands
Thumbs rubbing across the back preventing any harm
Is much more intimate than any band
That signifies our love.
The grass beneath us creates a bed
As we gaze upon the sky above
You look at me in such a way that my blush spreads.
My heart skips a beat
As you gaze into my eyes.
I’ve never felt so complete
Watching time just pass us by.
My love runs deeply in my coursing blood, and yet
I fear we’ll be star-crossed lovers like Romeo and Juliet.
Writer's Block
Writer’s block is the bane of my existence.
What to write? Nothing comes to mind.
Perhaps I need some assistance?
No. This sheer annoyance makes me blind.
Are there any stories worth a find
And worth writing a sonnet about?
The wheels in my head grind,
But I am left with a lot of doubt.
Will I ever find a clout?
This process is very defeating.
Would bouncing ideas put me on the right route?
But asking for help could be cheating.
I begin to write word after word.
Finally my mind has been spurred.
A Blanket of Snow
The dark enveloped me
On my walk between the pines.
A branch stuck out and hit my knee
I tripped and fell, caught up in a vine.
My head hit a rock, no one heard my pleas.
The blanket underneath me melted no longer divine.
Blood surrounded my crown, creating lees.
It produced a crimson shine.
Little was left of my pride
Flakes surrounded the blood, making a halo
I laid there broken as I cried.
My body aches, I’ve lost life’s glow.
And on this night, I died.
I am covered in snow.