a deplorable romantic am i

http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/49990224/

new poetry in which i romanticize things that are not that romantic, but are sweet all the same. i dramatized most of the events as to how important they were, because that’s what poets do. the last bit especially.

ahhh, what verse does for a situation.

i’m going to copy it to here, but please comment at my deviant? please? because you love me?

you have shared with me several kisses-
two of three in that dim gray stairwell
through which we have oft double timed
our booted feet clicking against cold industrial steel as one
and the backs of our hands brushing while we remained
silent; because that cliché of knowing each other well enough
well enough applies to us.

and then once- a week ago-
you paused and i stopped and i turned to ask why
standing a step above you, we were still not of a height
and before i questioned you answered
lips on mine, hand in mine, eyes with mine-
all interrupted by the jarring scream of a bell
whose sound startled us, pulled you away.

it was like this the second time, yesterday except it was
more expected, easier accepted, and then
your fingers kept mine as the bell clanged and we double-timed.

the third time in a quiet room at the apex of the stairwell
not alone this time, you waited for our companion to look away
and kissed me once, arms ringing my waist.
he turned back- accused you and
you admitted your sin and did not repent
and i smiled and that time
i kissed you.

and to disguise the SACCHARINE DISGUSTING BLOB OF YUCK I HAVE BECOME, poetry from a while ago:

their energy is greater than a tesla coil
surrounding me, they condemn my soul
and as my blood begins to boil,
they watch as i cavort!

muscles and tendons twitch and jerk
and limb by limb i leap to dance
constrained by wicked metal jaws,
my dying body hems and haws

and from my gaping mouth come chants and rants!
clarity is disdained by vocal cords that smoke
how they frown as my bowels release into prison pants!
oh, the unfortunate smell of death.

as current stops with breaker pull,
my felonious corpse trembles, falls!
i’m held in place by rubber shackle,
but i stare out with one clouded eyeball.

at last the crowd cheers an encore,
and hails the power of two thousand volts!

i’m not sure which i like better. one of kisses and one of the horrors of state mandated murder. i do think i am developing a new style though. i’ve never written so many bloody first persons in my life. in fact, i’ve never written first person before.

oh and by the way- the second one is DEFINITELY not from my point of view, even if it IS first person. -smirk-