Beginning
A pervading king
who has a benevolent daughter
And a parasitical sister
The pervading king
Because of his cynical nature
Tyrannizes over her
(no one likes being controlled)
His malignity makes her miserable
And her sister adheres
To complicity with her father
She grows tired of waiting
And feeling locked up
And wishes she could begin dating
However one day
A cryptic prince
From another land comes
With a hidden maxim
Except he says
He will only present it
To the one he loves
But the king demands it
(the prince refuses)
Middle
Thy daughter sneaks off
Into thy night
Thus meeting thee strange man
She falls in love
With him at first sight
He does not feel the same way
By way of horse-drawn carriage
He takes her back to the castle
Where her father awaits
Unexpectedly
The daughter, Johanna
Opens the door
To someone she wished wouldn’t be there anymore
Her father looks at her
Very untrustingly
And says to her
Be gone, I don’t wish to see you
(so she goes to her room)
The strange man, Copernicus
Comes back for Johanna
Saying m’lady, I need you
Please come with me
(she accepts the offer)
End
Johanna hops on
To Copernicus’s horse
And they steal away
Into the night
Her father awakes
To find Johanna not there
So he makes an announcement
Kingdom-wide
“Whomever shall find my daughter
Shall be rewarded with riches,
And become the new king”
The Jester appears
And makes the situation worse
“Sir, maybe she decided to do what you said
And be gone”
The king strikes the Jester
And storms out of the room
Copernicus and Johanna go back to his home
They spend days and nights together
Simply, alone.
Finally, Copernicus falls in love
He writes the maxim on a sheet of paper
Which Johanna ensconcedIn a very safe place
(without looking at it)
Copernicus departs
To flee the king’s wrath
Saying that he’ll come back
To marry Johanna and take her away
Appendix
The king finds the note
With the maxim written down
He was awe-stricken
As he read it
He didn’t read it aloud
Some even say
That he died on that night
But not even Johanna had a little fright
For the maxim that was written
Was written in Portuguese
A language that only royalty could read
And although Johanna was a royal princess
She hadn’t been able to read the note
Because the ink smudged and curved
In an unreadable mess
The End.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Hello
My bones are made of glass
My skin is made of paper
My heart has formed as steel
Its been broken many times.
You may see the tears,
welling up behind my eyes;
but my minds not very clear,
don't try to look inside
My souls been broken for such a long time now
no one can understand me
hello,
you've never met me
but my name is sammi.
My skin is made of paper
My heart has formed as steel
Its been broken many times.
You may see the tears,
welling up behind my eyes;
but my minds not very clear,
don't try to look inside
My souls been broken for such a long time now
no one can understand me
hello,
you've never met me
but my name is sammi.
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Devoid of Love
The night falls in a heavy, suffocating cloak,
stricken are we.
The understanding for which you sacrifice yourself
flares once, then dies, smothered by your obsession.
All hope must surely perish.
Your love is no more.
How could you abandon me?
Lost souls surround us, crying.
Save us from ourselves.
stricken are we.
The understanding for which you sacrifice yourself
flares once, then dies, smothered by your obsession.
All hope must surely perish.
Your love is no more.
How could you abandon me?
Lost souls surround us, crying.
Save us from ourselves.
Just Another Dang Vampire Wanna-Be
It is a night of ethereal pain,
a song of darkness,
wolves vent their loneliness.
The eternal one stirs.
Mist shrouds her stalking form,
an everlasting fear.
Her inky black hair cascades overfragile milk-white shoulders,
and herfull blood red lips part slightly,
to taste theblood streaming from thepale flesh beneath her.
Now a night of ecstasy,
I weep.
a song of darkness,
wolves vent their loneliness.
The eternal one stirs.
Mist shrouds her stalking form,
an everlasting fear.
Her inky black hair cascades overfragile milk-white shoulders,
and herfull blood red lips part slightly,
to taste theblood streaming from thepale flesh beneath her.
Now a night of ecstasy,
I weep.
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Broken
They all think I'm an angel.
They think I can move on.
But what they don't know
is that
as I sit here,
I'm drenched in tears
waiting for you.
But you'll never come.
And I'll be waiting,
forever.
They think I can move on.
But what they don't know
is that
as I sit here,
I'm drenched in tears
waiting for you.
But you'll never come.
And I'll be waiting,
forever.
Friday, September 5, 2008
Your Poetry
Hey guys,
It's me again and this time, I invite you to write your own poetry on my blog. When you comment just leave your amazing poems.
Thanks guys,
Sam
It's me again and this time, I invite you to write your own poetry on my blog. When you comment just leave your amazing poems.
Thanks guys,
Sam
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