This blog is gonna have new content and new stuff, but I wanted to start with some sonnets. I love sonnets. Love them. Sonnets are... perfect. I love how perfect sonnets have to be... how any free-flowing creativity has to be concentrated and formatted to fit a very specific structure. And how the constrictive nature of a sonnet forces even more creativity. Sonnets are Sudoku with words.
I have google drafts just filled with unfinished quatrains and couplets... If you were to open any of those drafts, you'd see line after line with "a BUNCH of DUMB shit WRITten OUT like THIS." That was how I figured out how to do the iambic pentameter easier. It looks like AOL circa 1996 or the insane ramblings of... me.
These are the few I managed to finish over my life... The first is very high school which is okay because it was written in Freshman year. With the possible exception of 13, they all have a story or a person that inspired them.
1
This endless game between the head and heart
Is being played and tearing me in two.
'Tis better, says my head, to be apart
From the one my heart wants me to pursue.
My heart contends that she can fill the space:
That void and darkness growing in my soul.
The heart, unyielding, will run any race
Determined to prove that she'd make me whole.
My head's best argument is knowing best
And claims some things just are not meant to be.
"It won't be worth the pain," my head has stressed.
Sometimes I doubt they ever will agree.
But in the end, I know my heart will win.
And if it be wrong, I'll live with my sin.
2
There's something very wrong with you, so I
Must wonder if it's all intentional.
'Cause a lone line on axis x and y'd
Ask, "how are you so one dimensional?"
Your rapid words, like rivers, flow nonstop,
But share the intrigue of a dense ice cap.
The liquid's taste makes me search for a shop
For a device to filter useless crap.
I'll listen to your anecdotes 'bout shoes
And catalog another, new harangue,
But every time I hear your voice, I lose
Any desire that I had to bang.
It breaks my heart, but you will have to do.
So marry me... because I'm boring, too.
3
My mind romps rampant, but no words come out.
Thoughts die while bursting at the seams.
It's like my brain's stuck in the hanging doubt
That comes when trying to describe lost dreams.
It's hard to act with such a flaccid mind.
The words I want to say get lost instead.
No matter how hard I search, I can't find
How to relate this passion in my head.
Though leaving her behind was the right choice,
And I know someday, somehow I'll move on,
How does this screaming heart regain its voice?
What moves me to move if my muse is gone?
But I came up with this. I'm not sure how.
Dear inspiration, how you like me now?
4
In matters 'tween the head and heart I choose
To go with the one that feels right to me.
And though, with this choice, I will likely lose,
I'd rather dwell in pain than "What might be?"
The brain took billions of years to evolve.
It's larger and it does more intricate things.
But no amount of focus or resolve
Can match the clarity that passion brings.
Thoughts shift and change at the drop of a dime.
Ideas are flexible, not made of steel.
You see, you can change your mind all the time.
It's so much harder to change how you feel.
So, I'll again chase the one, for whom I burn.
I hope one day this stupid heart will learn.
5.
My dear, if you had been born in the past
You'd be immortalized in brilliant rhyme.
In stories, paintings, statues. Works so vast,
Your legend would last the tests of time.
They'd say your beauty set the world on fire
As millions carried torches high for you.
The maid who claims a likeness is a liar.
You're someone she can't hold a candle to.
It's not fair that you were born here and now,
Since there exists no talent with the nerve
Nor artist nor scribe that'd even know how
To Honor and praise you as you deserve.
A poet's words would honor you the least
For one so close to heaven needs a priest.
6.
If you ask any artist or fool, "Why?"
Some would say something with which I concur.
"The reason to do or to even try
Put rather simply's always been 'for her.'"
And though I've met so many "hers" before,
I wonder if you, dear, could be the last.
The ones long gone have left my poor heart sore.
Your presence always wipes away that past.
I'd love to be a part of your great life.
But also, be a definition, too.
I'd settle for a footnote that is rife
With nothing if it meant something to you.
I wrote this for you, and I hope you see
Beyond that guy who's luckier than me.
7.
It started when I saw her face again,
Just as it had been in my wildest dreams.
A decade gone by since we'd last met. Ten
Years time had not changed anything it seems.
I dwelt in thoughts of an old schoolboy crush,
Like old times, I could not take my eyes off her.
Amazed at how a face could mean so much,
I wondered how we'd changed from who we were,
My mind is tired, and my heart has gone cold.
My body's started to give out on me.
In ten years time, I've only gotten old.
Yet to see her was worth the ten years fee.
And though no good has come from this paid debt.
Her face reminds me life's not over yet.
8
I won't be your date to the crackwhore ball.
I won't score you coke, so don't mention drugs.
If you ask me of this, I'll surely call
Your family for intervention hugs.
And no, I won't carve your name in my arms.
Nor will I get a tattoo of your face.
In spite of your amazing, endless, charms,
I won't hide your dead bodies at my place.
I hope my brutal honesty will show
That I'll be truthful, even if it's mean.
If you want some more truth, well, here we go:
You're the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen.
Though I admit to an imperfect sight.
No other truth has ever been so right.
9
The girl of my dreams has a different smile,
And I could get lost in her different eyes.
She moves and dresses with a different style,
And I took comfort in those sleeping lies.
The girl of my dreams has a different laugh.
She has a different voice and different hair.
But she might as well just be a giraffe
'Cause when I woke up, she was never there.
The girl of my dreams can't be what you could
'Cause you're the girl of my reality.
And my best dreams have never been as good
As when you're laying right there, next to me.
The dream girl disappeared when I met you
Because you're far beyond a dream come true.
And then i got my heart broken which caused a dramatic shift in things...
10.
I'm stuck here straining to remember, and
Yet desperately trying to forget
How we walked side by side and hand in hand
And how you rushed to me each time we met.
And driving home while singing "Wonderwall"
And Corpus... Riding horses on the beach.
And our first kiss beneath the waterfall.
If we weren't perfect, we were in its reach.
But even if it wasn't perfect, dear,
What's wrong with settling for something great?
Alone, now, all I can do is stand here
Upon this shaky, higher ground I hate.
And though this thing's as dead as dead can be,
The ghost of you still lingers to haunt me.
11.
I guess that its supposed to make me sad
That after everything, you won't be mine.
It's girls like you who turn the good men bad
But someday, I know I will be fine.
Somehow we only had a few month ride.
No epic is supposed to end that way.
But why should I be broken up inside
When people's hearts are broken every day?
It puzzles me because you have moved on
While I feel like I'm stuck here at the start.
The distance grows, and I know that you're gone,
But more than time and space keeps us apart.
I walked away 'cause unlike those sad sacks,
I'd no desire to share my Apple Jacks.
12
I knew that everything would work out fine
Because I knew she was the one for me.
I knew that I was hers, and she was mine.
I knew that she and I were meant for "we."
I knew that we were meant for more than friends.
I knew I'd won with this hand I was dealt.
I knew that she was the end of dead ends.
And I took solace in how knowing felt.
But I was wrong, so I walked out her door.
The seasons have changed but still it stings.
Yet I still don't know which one I miss more:
Her or the comfort that conviction brings.
I know, inside, that what I did was right.
If only knowing kept me warm at night.
And then I got back to being weird.
13
My lady's face is not that terrible.
Something else made the villagers disperse.
To be 'round her ain't that unbearable.
It's true, in my life, I've been with much worse.
She has two eyes, two legs, and normal arms.
She is symmetrical... That's mostly true.
Proportional to beauty is her charms.
...Which aren't much, but what are you gonna do?
The back of her head sure was made for sex,
But, ya know, that's not fair to say because
When I'm with her, I just think of an ex.
If only you could see how that one was.
But thank the heavens she can take a joke!
'Cause, clearly, words against her, are misspoke.
14.
If it were not too much to ask, would you
Please honor me by sitting on my face?
It wouldn't e'en require that much to do.
Let gravity bring you into my space.
I know that this could come as mighty crass
And this request is probably not cool
But wouldn't it be neat to dive thine ass
into the waves of a nice facial pool?
If I've offended, please forgive my joke
Because I didn't want to make things weird.
But if you're wanting to try out this bloke,
Well... let me know, and I'll go shave my beard.
Am I the best? I can't call it a fact.
But who else would write sonnets 'bout this act?
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