If you've read my blog or profile then you may know...I'm a writer. While this is true, I've always been confined to writing stories, creating characters, and role playing...I could never write a poem no matter how hard I tried, and I happen to love poetry.
About a week ago now...I analyzed my feelings about the relationship I have with one of my ex-girlfriends and the lies she was spreading about me currently and in the past...and it brought me to finally create a poem.
I didn't think it was anything great but my "brother" Miguel who is a great poet loved it and other friends of mine did as well. So I decided to share it with the SG Community. I hope you enjoy it as well.
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-The Sinner and The Succubus-
Once More The Curtains Raise.
Once More The Play Resumes.
She Bares Her Fangs.
He Arms Himself Accordingly.
Just As A Victory Appears Imminent,
The Battle Begins Anew.
Utter Chaos Ensues.
This Play Is Without End.
The Audience Is Uninterested.
Willed By Fate, The Quarrel Lasts For Eternity.
As Light And Darkness Will Always Be,
This Struggle Too Is Surely Never-Ending.
Will And Love Become His Weapons.
With Them He Will Cut Through Hate.
With Them He Will End The Never-Ending.
The Winner Is Decided By Fate.
The Impossible Made Possible.
About a week ago now...I analyzed my feelings about the relationship I have with one of my ex-girlfriends and the lies she was spreading about me currently and in the past...and it brought me to finally create a poem.
I didn't think it was anything great but my "brother" Miguel who is a great poet loved it and other friends of mine did as well. So I decided to share it with the SG Community. I hope you enjoy it as well.
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-The Sinner and The Succubus-
Once More The Curtains Raise.
Once More The Play Resumes.
She Bares Her Fangs.
He Arms Himself Accordingly.
Just As A Victory Appears Imminent,
The Battle Begins Anew.
Utter Chaos Ensues.
This Play Is Without End.
The Audience Is Uninterested.
Willed By Fate, The Quarrel Lasts For Eternity.
As Light And Darkness Will Always Be,
This Struggle Too Is Surely Never-Ending.
Will And Love Become His Weapons.
With Them He Will Cut Through Hate.
With Them He Will End The Never-Ending.
The Winner Is Decided By Fate.
The Impossible Made Possible.
VIEW 10 of 10 COMMENTS
discosleaze:
i like it
solace:
Love the poem!