This poem is about how this person just makes my blood boil, like unrequited love or similar to that. I love and hate this person at the same time, and this inconsistency is making me insane, like “Should I love this person or not?” I hate the feeling, but that’s life. Also, I look back at this poem, and I say to myself how weirdly constructed this poem is, like the person I’m talking to.
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INNOCENT
“Judge fairly, your honor, your highness!
He did not do such treacherous crime.”
“How come then, your hon’rable witness,
That he had not such place and such time?”
"O, honor, he was forced to do it
He was not at perfect reasoning
He'd never so consciously do it
For doing is just such mere killing!"
"A liar! Your honor, isn't he?
He was just in perfect condition
He has that revenge which we can't see
All hidden for huge conflagration"
"I see how you can feign so quickly
But he still can't do such betrayal
His life has an omen unluck'ly
That chance has been set in portrayal"
"Lascivious! How dare you protect him?
He is the crim'nal of his own mess
He must suffer such darkness and dim
And you, for concealing the truth less"
"This halt! The argument is nonsense
How can I perform justice at hand
When ev'rything is molded in tense
And all is at a war in this land?
"Reveal, I will let her speak for now
So that light will be shed on this case
The victim shall swear at the right vow
And she shall be truthful in her base"
"I saw him, he was at condition
He was just as perfect as I do
But part of him has that incision
A stitch at the eye of waterloo
"O, honor, he is not a suspect
But he was fighting for decision
His life was divided in aspect
For he can't combine his partition
"Let him be, your honor, decided
That I may be an apparition
But he swore that he's undecided
For heart and soul hast own decision"
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A Collection of Poems
PoetryThese poems are just some of the little pieces that make up my life. Whenever I get inspired by someone or something, I write a little story about it in the form of a poem. In a way, it helps me express what I have in my mind in a very vague way. I'...
