Stormthorn
2007-11-15, 11:16 PM
Well, im putting one of my poems on the site.
Let me warn you that most my poems are written for content over form, and most are written for me and a select few close persons. Although i have written for people crazy enough to pay me before.
This poem isnt officialy named, and i simply call it Folly. If i get enough feedback, i might put my other junk o the site as well.
One last note, this poem is really written about me, about stuff im really going through.
Some would call me mad
And I think they speak true
For is it not a madness
To love one who can’t love you?
My sins are greed and lust
For I fall for flesh and mind
Coveting a body already marked
“This girl is only mine”
Sometimes I plot his downfall
This loathsome other boy
But he makes that girl we love happy
And I could never destroy her joy
And she may return my love
But not nearly so strongly
She already gave him everything
So what could she give to me?
And those that call me mad
This is what makes them right
I know never may I have her
But forever will I fight
So call me Don Quixote
Off to tilt with mills
Or Icarus into the sun
Though its deadly fire kills
One day it will kill
This choking cutting rope
All made out of longing
Barbed with fruitless hope
Let me warn you that most my poems are written for content over form, and most are written for me and a select few close persons. Although i have written for people crazy enough to pay me before.
This poem isnt officialy named, and i simply call it Folly. If i get enough feedback, i might put my other junk o the site as well.
One last note, this poem is really written about me, about stuff im really going through.
Some would call me mad
And I think they speak true
For is it not a madness
To love one who can’t love you?
My sins are greed and lust
For I fall for flesh and mind
Coveting a body already marked
“This girl is only mine”
Sometimes I plot his downfall
This loathsome other boy
But he makes that girl we love happy
And I could never destroy her joy
And she may return my love
But not nearly so strongly
She already gave him everything
So what could she give to me?
And those that call me mad
This is what makes them right
I know never may I have her
But forever will I fight
So call me Don Quixote
Off to tilt with mills
Or Icarus into the sun
Though its deadly fire kills
One day it will kill
This choking cutting rope
All made out of longing
Barbed with fruitless hope