My Bell.

This is an idea I've had bouncing around in my head for a few days now and I've finally figured out how to put it down on paper. It's not perfect, mind you, but I tried a different style this time. It is about someone real, and there are references to songs I listened to at the time that described what I felt (but no exact lyrics) and I even included the singer's name (see if you can spot it!). It's about a boy (love that movie), and he's my friend now. This is the abridged story about what happened between me and him, starting from May 2005 to like, June 2006. Enjoy!

My Bell

Discuss with me
Anarchy.
The fall our our kind,
philosophy.

Provoking me.
Coaxing me.
We should have danced,
my bell.

Speaking would have
been stupidity,
yet silence was
my mistake.
Alas! The clock has
struck too late!
Too much has elapsed
for me to take
back all my intents
to make you feel pain.

But I spoke again, my bell.
I spoke again.
And as we spoke,
I began to dream
to imagine useless happy endings.
Well, so much for that!
Sang April in winter.

I suppose I knew you weren't worth a blade.

There it was.
It wasn't love.
But it was always
you on my mind.
And empty words
I'd left behind--
all those thoughts
were linked to you.

And then, they began to choke.

Your logic drowning me
like tendrils of smog
as your question
rang in front of my eyes.

I should have said yes, my bell.
I should have said yes.

Then it came,
the very first tear,
dismiss it as a lie.
But the truth remains
And always shall.
You were the first to make me cry.

The End.


Ta-da. Yeah, I'm a bit of a retard, writing about it waaaaaaay after it happened, but whatever. I WANT ZE COMMENTS...good, bad, neutral, german, polish, english, whatever.

Don;t say choo is a retard. Not godo y'know.

Anyways...

Discuss with me
Anarchy.
The fall our our kind,
philosophy.

This part I dunno...somethinbg wasn't right

But I adore the rest. Some of the vocab was beautiful.

I'm not sure about the line 'I suppose I knew you weren't worth a blade'. It just didn't seem to fit with the rest of the poem.

'Then it came,
the very first tear,
dismiss it as a lie.
But the truth remains
And always shall.
You were the first to make me cry.'

The wording was simple, but it flowed so beautifully it was one of the most poetic stanzas I've read.

Awesome.

Awwwwww, thankee!