Fate of Similiarities
Before you read the poem, you must understand this:
-it is extremely cryptical, as it was inspired by listening to AFI and TPB all day.
-It is not usually the structure of poem I use to write poetry with
I am open to criticism, and seeing this was written at midnight last night, I expect there to be a few mistakes.
Don't not read it because it's too long. Please read it - I spent a lot of time on it.
Edit: And kudos to dear Rosalie for the Latin. <3
Double Edit: This is the explanation for the poem. Enjoy. =)
Coffee-stained paper, beside a stack of books
Finally, you’ve done your research
The cursive numbers folded in your pocket
But where are the letters you expected to read?
Anonymity is a one-player game and,
with invitation only, by the way
She no longer exists – lost memories and yellowing
photos replace the girl you once loved.
Do you remember her silvery blonde hair?
Those sapphire eyes reflecting an ocean –
And that final note left years ago
Which only now did you discover…
“Numer – OH! Logically; painfully you will remember.”
There was no notice on the ‘missing persons’ board
Just a daunting note, with no sense
And you can’t remember – it hurts to remember;
You loved a girl who sold her identity
“The lipstick colour on these lips that kissed your cheek – it rhymes with my name.”
So many unanswered questions – her many doubting,
as time pushes onwards, your wish came true.
After years of desperation, and hopeless attraction,
You erased her from your thoughts.
Remember, her headstone does not read a name,
But a series of numbers blinds your expectations,
Foreign language markings is the,
final blindfold you cannot remove.
“3 – 8 – 1 – 18 – 12 – 15 – 19 – 19 – 5
Non stiteram amo te,
sed postquam excessisti, excessit etiam..”
They told you, “all is fair in love and war,”
and you wholeheartedly agree.
Love is a war battled in your heart,
and war is the reality of unescapable love.
And suddenly, after searches of previously undiscovered depths,
The autumn leaves cease to fall,
But they swallow your emotions
And she is standing beside you.
A cold day and face breaks out in warmth,
As memory is re-awakened and she smiles;
“I’ve been expecting you for quite sometime,”
she whispers softly, gently healing open wounds.
“The 3 is the C which begins my name,
A name you wished to forever forget,
And though it was not in your mind,
My name of Charlotte scarred your heart.”
-it is extremely cryptical, as it was inspired by listening to AFI and TPB all day.
-It is not usually the structure of poem I use to write poetry with
I am open to criticism, and seeing this was written at midnight last night, I expect there to be a few mistakes.
Don't not read it because it's too long. Please read it - I spent a lot of time on it.
Edit: And kudos to dear Rosalie for the Latin. <3
Double Edit: This is the explanation for the poem. Enjoy. =)
Coffee-stained paper, beside a stack of books
Finally, you’ve done your research
The cursive numbers folded in your pocket
But where are the letters you expected to read?
Anonymity is a one-player game and,
with invitation only, by the way
She no longer exists – lost memories and yellowing
photos replace the girl you once loved.
Do you remember her silvery blonde hair?
Those sapphire eyes reflecting an ocean –
And that final note left years ago
Which only now did you discover…
“Numer – OH! Logically; painfully you will remember.”
There was no notice on the ‘missing persons’ board
Just a daunting note, with no sense
And you can’t remember – it hurts to remember;
You loved a girl who sold her identity
“The lipstick colour on these lips that kissed your cheek – it rhymes with my name.”
So many unanswered questions – her many doubting,
as time pushes onwards, your wish came true.
After years of desperation, and hopeless attraction,
You erased her from your thoughts.
Remember, her headstone does not read a name,
But a series of numbers blinds your expectations,
Foreign language markings is the,
final blindfold you cannot remove.
“3 – 8 – 1 – 18 – 12 – 15 – 19 – 19 – 5
Non stiteram amo te,
sed postquam excessisti, excessit etiam..”
They told you, “all is fair in love and war,”
and you wholeheartedly agree.
Love is a war battled in your heart,
and war is the reality of unescapable love.
And suddenly, after searches of previously undiscovered depths,
The autumn leaves cease to fall,
But they swallow your emotions
And she is standing beside you.
A cold day and face breaks out in warmth,
As memory is re-awakened and she smiles;
“I’ve been expecting you for quite sometime,”
she whispers softly, gently healing open wounds.
“The 3 is the C which begins my name,
A name you wished to forever forget,
And though it was not in your mind,
My name of Charlotte scarred your heart.”