Sestina--not my best. Friends, sorry for being so morbid/disturbing. Critics, by all means--slash away.
Grew to a passion that left her gasping in its wake--
Made her want him more than anything--made her wish
Childishly to be with him always. In her dreams,
He told her he loved her, and it seemed so real
That she truly believed it was bound
To happen someday. But though she bound
Her heart to his in dreams, she tried to crush
Her hopes and hide her feelings whenever the real
Man was before her. She was afraid to wake
And see him not share her love as he did in her dreams.
She could never bring herself to tell him her wish
To be with him. One night she made a girlish wish
On any star in the sky that if he were bound
Never to love her, he might never know her dreams
And could therefore never scorn her or crush
Her fragile heart by laughing at her love. But in the wake
Of her wish, swept by dreamy wind into the very real
Sky, his voice made her spin around to face the real
Man of her dreams. In words true to her dearest wish
He then told her that her prayer had managed to wake
In him an equal passion for her; that he was bound
Now to love her always, to care for her, to crush
All her fears and confirm her sweetest dreams.
At first it was just as it had always been in her dreams.
She was so happy that what was dreamed and what was real
Seemed immaterial. But soon a day came that would crush
All her pretty dreams forever. On that day he bound,
Beat, and raped her, then left her with the only real,
Heartfelt word he had ever spoken: "Whore." The one wish
Of her heart had shattered it, left her broken in its wake.
These mornings she tries not to wake
Up at all, because even if her dreams
Are all nightmares now, they are bound
To feel safer, less heartbreaking, than her real
Life. She wakes up alone and in pieces. Now her wish
Is for the walls to close in during her sleep and crush
Her, the way he was bound sooner or later to wake
Her from her reverie and crush her heart, her dreams—
To turn what was real love into mere memory, a wish.
Poetry by Sun.Moon.Stars.Rain
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Written on 2010-06-23 at 05:30
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How A Lady Lost Her Virtue
What started out as a mere tentative crushGrew to a passion that left her gasping in its wake--
Made her want him more than anything--made her wish
Childishly to be with him always. In her dreams,
He told her he loved her, and it seemed so real
That she truly believed it was bound
To happen someday. But though she bound
Her heart to his in dreams, she tried to crush
Her hopes and hide her feelings whenever the real
Man was before her. She was afraid to wake
And see him not share her love as he did in her dreams.
She could never bring herself to tell him her wish
To be with him. One night she made a girlish wish
On any star in the sky that if he were bound
Never to love her, he might never know her dreams
And could therefore never scorn her or crush
Her fragile heart by laughing at her love. But in the wake
Of her wish, swept by dreamy wind into the very real
Sky, his voice made her spin around to face the real
Man of her dreams. In words true to her dearest wish
He then told her that her prayer had managed to wake
In him an equal passion for her; that he was bound
Now to love her always, to care for her, to crush
All her fears and confirm her sweetest dreams.
At first it was just as it had always been in her dreams.
She was so happy that what was dreamed and what was real
Seemed immaterial. But soon a day came that would crush
All her pretty dreams forever. On that day he bound,
Beat, and raped her, then left her with the only real,
Heartfelt word he had ever spoken: "Whore." The one wish
Of her heart had shattered it, left her broken in its wake.
These mornings she tries not to wake
Up at all, because even if her dreams
Are all nightmares now, they are bound
To feel safer, less heartbreaking, than her real
Life. She wakes up alone and in pieces. Now her wish
Is for the walls to close in during her sleep and crush
Her, the way he was bound sooner or later to wake
Her from her reverie and crush her heart, her dreams—
To turn what was real love into mere memory, a wish.
Poetry by Sun.Moon.Stars.Rain
Read 924 times
Written on 2010-06-23 at 05:30
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