Simply Sonnet
Written on 2002-10-13, at 11:56 p.m.
And, in my last entry for the night (three in one night? golly...), I've decided I'm going to start writing sonnets again. It used to bring me such joy, once upon a time, until something... well, someone, to be more specific (through no fault of their own) took away my ability and my desire to write them. I don't care if they suck, and I don't care if I still don't like it; I'm going to force it out, because I'm starting to think I need it. Some, I may post here, for anyone who actually reads this crazy thing. Most, I will not; few people would like them anyway. In the meanwhile, here's one I wrote, a long, long time ago:
As the cold, steel rain pelts me by your door
I remember your eyes, two orbs of blue;
Two wond'rous seas, engulf'd by a white shore,
In the center, an island rendezvous.
As an angel's aria held in chains
Bound to my mind, your laughter surrounds me.
As she flies and sings her ceaseless refrain,
The angel sings of your lack of ennui.
O! How exciting and novel and new;
All you do is fresh, a superb surprise;
You see the world as good and ne'er eschew,
And my mind wanders back unto your eyes...
Yet upon me, ear to ear, a grimace,
For you have just slammed your door in my face.
... dreaming, dreaming, ever scheming, of life that isn't mine...
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