Anticipation, Untitled, Sonnet No. 1, Mirror, The End

1. Anticipation

The start of something new.
Glorious apprehension.
Love me.
Will you?
Or will you just fool me,
Trick me into needing you,
And leave?
Tell me.
Could you be genuine,
The answer to my prayers?
Kiss me,
And let lips tell lips the truth.

2. Untitled

I shouldn’t be here
Falling into entropy
Every time you leave.

Your love’s like fine wine,
But far more poisonous still.
Resistance is moot.

Sweetest suicide,
I love the thing that kills me.
Delicious toxin.

Pour it in my ear
As I slumber on the lawn.
I’m forever yours.

3. Sonnet No. 1

I can’t believe I’m saying this –
I miss how you once looked at me
And how we always used to kiss.
My love is now my misery.
I was the apple of your eye,
And you my knight in shining raiment,
But life consumed your heart’s supply –
So said you in a simple statement.
I wish we could begin anew;
My feelings are diminished not.
But these things are not felt by you:
I see that you’ve long since forgot.
Perhaps it’s time I do the same;
You’re not the only one to blame.

4. Mirror

I can’t bear looking into your sad eyes.
They tell me things I wish I’d never known.
You pull me towards melancholic demise.

I can’t bear listening to your soft cries;
In them is all the pain you’ve never shown.
I can’t bear looking into your sad eyes.

Your happiness is hiding in disguise.
For you I’d forfeit everything I own –
You pull me towards melancholic demise.

I’m forced to watch as all but anguish dies,
Your voice becoming naught but a flat drone.
I can’t bear looking into your sad eyes.

I feel like I’m the reason your mirth flies;
Your deadened gaze is fixed on me alone.
You pull me towards melancholic demise.

My love, from catatonia arise!
For all my selfishness let me atone.
I can’t bear looking into your sad eyes.
You pull me towards melancholic demise.

5. The End

I can’t write for you.
I beg you, bid me aught else;
My cursed pen’s run dry.

Renee Persaud, Age 15, Grade 11, Science, Tech & Research High School at Erasmus Campus, Silver Key

This entry was written by NYC Scholastic Awards and published on December 6, 2013 at 12:00 pm. It’s filed under Poetry, Writing. Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

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