I keep rhyming the timing for the part of a poem that's a story from my heart. I keep obsessing over the blessing that I lost, when my glories were a gift for the past and the pain is the curse for the present. Red and blue make a lilac sky, but I guess purple just isn't for you. I fought for us and I fought against them, but the world told us no, so we let it go. I had the hope of the love of my life weighed on my shoulders as she held a knife.
Sonnet XXX
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste:
Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow,
For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,
And weep afresh love's long since cancelled woe,
And moan the expense of many a vanished sight:
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er
The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,
Which I new pay as if not paid before.
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restor'd and sorrows end.
-Shakespeare
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The Partial Journal of Kona Firestar
RandomIn this I write my emotions. Journal entries, how my day went, my poetry (and maybe a few others). Some of you might notice song quotes intertwined with a few entries or poems. That is because some songs inspire me. So go ahead and read this. I'll p...
