
Finally, after so many years of dreaming… You know, the kind where you lay in bed just imagining, making up worlds and places, I can now say that I do have a poetry book.
The poems tell a story in 20 of them, separated into ACT I and ACT II. So, to get the whole story, you may want to read the other post first.
In this act, I have focused on heartbreak and acceptance.
I use the help of AI for punctuation (I do change some things) and the help of Grammarly to do my own edits, while they don’t replace editors I do have to make do with free-to-use tools currently.
Poetry Book no. I ACT II
He Made Her a Feral cat
Oh,
He makes me go feral.
Look at me,
A kitten,
A lioness,
A fly,
A wolf,
A sheep,
A lady choking on butterflies.
While He Was the Dead Sea
And there was I,
Trembling.
My Love
Was a fierce tempest ravaging my heart.
Shaken,
My world was set ablaze by his gaze.
And he was,
A dead,
Calm,
Sea.
Her Foolish Heart
My foolish heart,
Like my mother’s favourite vase,
Plummeting from the shelf I could not reach,
And beneath my feet,
A thousand tiny shards.
With tears flowing from my eyes,
My love…
A runoff I was drowning in.
My mother’s arms
Around my shaking,
Frail
Husk,
“All is going to be alright, my child.”
Eating Her Alive
Oh God!
Oh, mother!
I pray to thee.
PLEASE,
Help me.
Desperation Flowing From Her Eyes
What is the worth of my love,
If I can not paint
The city walls
With the colour
Of his eyes?
She Cried For Love to Pass
Oh, dear lord…
At this state,
A knife,
Straight into this heart of mine,
Would be an act of mercy.
But It Wouldn’t Go Out
And so I have been doomed
To walk this earth,
Without my love by my side.
Cursed to live
And write letters Unheard.
So She Dug Her Grave
Yes…
Writing poetry about him
Was a luxury…
I couldn’t afford.
Accepting Her Destiny
But mother,
Can you not see?
He makes my heart sing,
My fingers dancing on the keys
Of an old,
Dusty,
Pianoforte,
Out of tune.
And I keep hitting the wrong notes,
But my heart hums,
And perhaps…
I am,
A Jester of love,
But love…
I do.
Bonus Poem
“I will just die doing nothing”
You have inspired the art of other people,
And that is tenfold more
Than having died
“Doing nothing”

Links To My Work
Poetry: Dragon of Alcanmore, Poetry of a Love So Cold.
Stories: Six-Sentence Stories, Short Stories, Romance and All That, Elves and Fantasy
Posts on music that I love are here.
My band can be listened to on YouTube, Spotify and other streaming services.
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