Russian Roulette

A kiss...
   All I want.


To taste those lips that allude me.


   To feel the spark,
To change my mind.




        A kiss...


For a kiss is a weapon.
    The fiercest of all
  A kiss is a deadly sword,


                               I want that.


           Let me play Russian Roulette. 




              Let me kiss you.


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So I haven't posted in a few days... I apologize if anyone is actually following me. Had a busy few days.


Here is a poem different than most I've written. It's got my basic style, but the voice changes a lot. I really like how this turned out seeing as I just kind of sat down and wrote it without much thought. Someone had been comparing something else to playing Russian Roulette that day, what? I don't remember. But I was thinking about that. This came to my mind... I don't know why. But yeah! I hope you like it!

The Calm

Smoky Eyes
     The Calm Before The Storm
Enchanting
  Entrancing
     Inevitable
Captured under that magic.
   Waiting for something

Not sure what the waiting is for.

Keep the spell going
    It's enjoyable
Though not everlasting

O Eyes like a hurricane!

       The calm before
                                                            The Storm

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This ones about eyes. I think eyes are the most interesting physical feature on anyone. There is something about them that's just fascinating.

Tell Her

Tell her she's pretty...
   Because she doesn't think she is.

Tell her she's smart...
   Because all of her mistakes make her feel stupid.

Tell her she's good enough...
   Because she's been treated like she isn't...

Tell her she's amazing...
   Because no one really thinks she is...

Tell her she's perfect...
   Because she's incredibly flawed...

Tell her she's going to find a happy ending...
   Because everything seems like it is going wrong...

Tell her she is worth it...
   Because she feels worthless...

Tell her lies...
   Because at this point she will believe them...

If you tell her the truth, she's bound to misunderstand.
Tell her lies. Go ahead.


Lie to me.

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So this was a piece I wrote and thought "whoa" once I finished. It was something I wanted to get out of me and did and it felt awesome to have it on paper. This is my 2nd favorite piece I've ever written and one I will never forget. I hope it can mean as much to you as it does to me and it can show you that when people compliment you, it may seem like lies, but usually the ones who mean it are the ones who wouldn't lie to you and in your life you should know who they are.

Another And Another

A kiss, and all is done.
  Another, and more of her is taken.
     Another, she is dying inside.

She has no control over her treatment.
She is being controlled.

Another kiss, she wants it to stop,

    With every kiss, she loses more of herself
                    But if she fights, she loses her life.

With every kiss, they get closer to taking every innocence she may have left.

But they've already done that...

    A kiss, and all is done.
          Another, more of her is taken.



Another... She must become used to this.
She is now a pawn in this game fought by men.
       A pawn...
         A prize...
             Ravished by those men who play...

A kiss... She'll give another and another and another...

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So this past school year we read the play "Troilus and Cressida"... When we read it I absolutely detested it, when we saw it in Ashland it became a different story. This poem was based off of the one scene that, whilst reading, truly evoked emotions in me. It's "The Kiss Scene"... It's really disturbing and makes me sick to my stomach. But that's the kind of emotion I use to write so I decided to write a poem about it after I spent a ton of time thinking about that scene. I hope you enjoy. (P.S. For those of you who don't know the story, at this point Cressida has already married Troilus and then she is taken and given to the Greeks in exchange for a captive soldier. All the Greek officers take turns kissing her and it's really disgusting and disturbing.)

Pick-Pocket

Strike from behind
   Never see him coming

He takes her personal

   A pick pocket
                A theif

She does not wish to give him anything

        He takes it without any say.

He is the pick pocket
   
    He robs her
                 Robs her heart
                                 Robs her soul
                 Robs her smiles
                                 Robs her thoughts
                 Robs her days
                                 Robs her moments
                 Robs her childhood

He robs her
              That beautiful pick pocket...

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I love this one. When I wrote it, I had a feeling of accomplishment. It's different than pieces I'd written before it and to this day is in my top 5 favorite pieces I've ever written. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

I Haven't Moved

Vines grow over
  My decaying carcass
I'm patient

He said he'd meet me right here
It's been a long time
                                 I haven't moved

The trees have began
    Shooting roots through me
Suffocating my heart

He told me to wait right here
So I've been patient
                                 I haven't moved

My feet have become home
    To a colony of mice
Who keep my bare toes warm

He told me he'd be back
It's been 100 years
                                 I still haven't moved.

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Nature is a huge inspiration as a poet. I saw ivy vines growing all over an area of a park and began thinking about what it'd be like to be covered in vines. The result of this was this poem. 

My Temporary Knight-In-Shining-Armor

The day you looked at me
   I changed.

We've known each other awhile now.
But that was different.

Now, you make me feel beautiful.
You want to be around me
You hold on so tightly
You took away my loneliness
You make me feel hopeful again.

My dear,

You saved me from a terrible fate.

Even if this isn't forever...

    You are my Knight-In-Shining-Armor now

And I'm no longer a Damsel-In-Distress

Now let's try a Happily Ever After...

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The first 2 poems were kind of sad so here is a happy one! This one is one I wrote one day. When I say my poetry is the way I think, I mean it. I very much enjoy this poem! I hope you do too :)

Eve's Fall

A slow fall
  Painful fall
     Secret fall

Like Eve when she partook of the forbidden fruit.

      She knew she shouldn't.
             But she did anyway

And she fell...

He is my forbidden fruit.
        I fell
   Though I knew I shouldn't
Still, I fell

             Why must he be forbidden?
    The sweetest fruit
             The most beautiful fruit
                                  The kindest fruit

Yet he is forbidden.
   I  partook.

   Now I'm in a fallen state...

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This was an experiment. I hadn't tried writing with a blatant biblical allusion before, and decided I wanted to. I was very happy with how it turned out.

Dragons Are Real

I miss being little.
    When dragons were in my imagination
    And I could count on my knight in shining armor to rescue me
    He always would come


I miss being little
    When the worst thing someone could do was tattle
    And to feel better you called them a tattle-tale
    And you would forget about it the next day


I miss being little
    When boys were icky and had cooties
    And touching them meant you got cooties
    They couldn't hurt you then...


I miss being little
    When tears were shed over a skinned knee
    And the death of Mufasa in The Lion King
    A kiss would make everything better


I miss being little
    When you had a bad dream you could climb into Mom and Dad's bed
    Not sit alone crying through the night
    And keeping your pain to yourself


I miss being little
    Life was simpler then
    Not so full of drama and fights
    And friends were really forever
I want to be that way again.
Can I?
Please?




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This is the title poem of my project along with this blog. My poetry is representative of the dragons I've seen, the difficult times I've been through along with seen my friends go through. So enjoy as you read. And thanks for reading