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Poem Titled: High Drama On the Edge of a Horizon

And again, Here we are, twice again;
To write a tall tale for short males-
With high hopes and low bars.
With big mouths and small talk.

Your petitions, your assertion is for more.
I want more
I need more.
But do you give more?
Do I give you more?
Nay, I am vigilant,
I choose to wait.


waiting for her to throw me a dime not grime.
waiting for her to reveal her coarse silk skin.
waiting for her numb this throat gripping pain.
waiting, oh- the allure, why o why, perilous sands of time.

As she was, she is and is to be, she came.
came in her own due time.
On her own set of rules.
Left me high and dry, withered and in pain
poor and blind
utterly insane.
she gave a fair as fair warning could be
Set her demand, made her reprimand,
but gave me no time

Alas she cried,
I wait for no one.
I do not resent
I will not repent
I am not your master nor am I mine,
nor do I concede my secret,
at least not for a penniless mime

But yey, gladly will I replace the object of thy scorn
easing the pain of you who mourn.
yet Fate, my cold heart husband,
played me by the palm of his hand,
I am a simple puppet, disguised a prophet.
But I have a soul,
I do not resent,
I will not repent,
or so goes my cry.
Tick,

And So her wheels turned and her dial struck.
DING! she paused, CLANG!, she rang again.
Alas, she spoke, like clockwork,
but her charm was not in her chime
she said:
Tock,

My beloved, the sun's set.
it's too late to vent.
your dreams are mine, no more time, just regret.
My warning is stern
My decision final
I do not resent
I will not repent
I shall not wait,
You may not circumvent.

An old fool, that I am.
wisdom knocked my door,
But I muttered It is I, I said I, the great I,
shall serve my guest,
Sir. Vanity, he's the very best.
Templar of the night,
Defender of the blind.
come drink with me,
come dine with me,
come sleep with me.
Here lies my bed,


Under many rose petals,
only but six feet separate me from my breath.
why don't you read my headrest :

A Tombstone
In loving memory of
Mr.Edmond Dantes
1931-2014
83 years of vanity
Let this be my tale, not your fate.

Jr.Tokkin

Answer 1

+1 I feel like this every day :)

Answer 2

Did you write this poem???

Answer 3

write ??

Answer 4

do i have to write it onmy notebook :O

Answer 5

You scream,
I want more
I need more.
But do you give more?

Best Paragraph ... dude you are good

Answer 6

Point Taken ....

Answer 7

LOL

Answer 8

hahaha I really love it ... Gonna print it out and hang it on my wall

Answer 9

LMAO!!

Answer 10

hahahahaHAHA

Answer 11

I don't like poems. They're often riddled with cryptic, hidden meanings that can easily be mis-understood.

Answer 12

Thanks for your support and encouragement <3

Answer 13

hey wait :O
when i read that it wasn't that long :O

Answer 14

@Mimi_x3 who wrote this?

Answer 15

??right?

Answer 16

Music to my ears ^.^

Answer 17

If that's the case, then who is Jr.Tokkin?

Answer 18

^^^^^^:O

Answer 19

wow this guy Jr.Tokkin is radical

Answer 20

:P:LOL

Answer 21

lol

Answer 22

nice

Answer 23

@Mimi_x3

Answer 24

LOL^

Answer 25

@Marki @nevermind_justschool

Answer 26

That is gross... lol

Answer 27

^ /.<

Answer 28

AWESOME

Answer 29

thanks :))

Answer 30

ur welcome

Answer 31

This poem brought me to tears

Answer 32

haha i hate u

Answer 33

@Somy