Oh no a pun on my old name whatever shall I do. Anyways, here I'l lbe posting my little poems and short stories that I write every so often. OP will act as the archive, and for the moment, where four of my works will be.
Context: These four poems were written as part of my AP Lit final. It was a project on visting Paris. Enjoy.
Heartseeker:
They say this bridge shall keep our love
Under lock and key.
Though, this does not fit like a glove
Forcing us into an uneasy guarantee
That this love will stay forever.
But emotions are supposed to be transient
And what happens when we wish to sever
Our lovely sentiment?
Shall the remnants of our love remain here
In this city of peace and romance?
It is not clear
As beauty always changes in dear France.
So shall our love keep its passionate fire
Or end up bogged down into an eternal mire?
They Said to Climb, So I Did
I looked out from the Eiffel Tower
And saw the beauty of the world.
The Grisly Truth
They say this is a city of love and romance
Oh how sickening that is for me.
Paris is so much more than the arts.
Underneath all this beauty are corpses!
This was the heart of a revolution!
Yet that seems lost
A past that would like to be left forgotten
But blood is not easily washed out
And will forever stain this beautiful city.
Pierrot
A lonely clown stands atop a ball
Balancing on children's’ happiness
Trying so hard to not fall
But he is doomed to eternal solitariness.
Tumbling down, he watches as the children cry.
But such is the cruelness of life.
“I’m alright,” a lie
A fake smile hiding the sharp piercing of the knife.
Under these city lights,
The clown laments his dreams
Finding no respite in these dark nights
And trying to hold back his screams.
Paris was supposed to be full of hope
To renew him from his past mistakes
But the city has tied him up on a breaking rope.
Taunting him as his mind breaks.
For he is the hanged man.
The sinful pierrot who ran.