The First Sonnet: Words in Vain

Note: My first attempt at writing in an Iambic pentameter. Phew, that was hard. Fun, but hard. Inspired loosely by the Dune series. As in, I had Lady Jessica in my mind a lot when I was writing this… Muad’Dib’s mother.. Don’t know why.. :\

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The words I know, and moments sunk in time

cannot suffice to mend this burning sphere

For I am lost in words that no more rhyme

and ghosts of people who were never here

It scares me that this world is changed to fire,

A desert fuelled by hate and crude despair

And all of these betrayals leave me tired

Cannot one see how hard I tried to care?

May I tell you a secret? We could stay;

and I could swear to never speak of Rain

Within your deep embrace I’d find escape,

Though we both know I bleed these words in vain,

For there is little you would have me say

And I love you in ways words can’t explain.

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Avenging Expectations

Dated: Mid 2013

I know that you expect

Songs of vengeance and fire

Clinging complaints of neglect

But, my love, I am tired..

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I know you still expect

Accusations of cruelty

But pleading for attention

Has never been my specialty

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I could clutch at your hand

and keep asking you why

I could say I still cared

And I could try and cry

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But, baby, if you want me gone,

Well then, tell me, who am I?

Who am I to ask to stay?

Baby, who am I to ask why?

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And I could chase some fantasy

And hope that half of it comes true

Or maybe find the man of my dreams

Except on nights I dream of you

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And in the midst of all your fire

I crave only to burn

Like a torch to some inner darkness

That only I have earned

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And I would make my way to you

Come rain-storms or hell-fire

Not for empty words

Only all my form desires

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And if you asked me to leave

I would pack my bags and go

Live out forgotten fantasies

Hidden behind some nameless door

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Maybe I’d even forget

The sound of your voice

Pretend that when I was leaving

You gave me no choice

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And maybe I’d forget you too

Though I hope it isn’t so

Or cry into rainy nights

While he holds my body close

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And I cannot help but wonder

Whether his skin, too, would be smooth as ice

And I can’t help but wonder

If any other fire would ever suffice.

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You owe me nothing

And I owe nothing to you

And in this nothingness what we choose to give

Is all that must be true

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So if lessons and space are what I’ve earned

Tell me, of what shall I complain?

When I would give you my immortality

What price is mortal pain?