In And Out of Love

Intensely random thoughts
Flying through my head
Nothing more to be heard
Nothing more to be said

I just sat there
Thinking about him
His every funny antic
His every crazy whim

I smiled in fondness
Recollecting his charming ways
Those endless phone calls
Through April and May days

In the months to come
I began fancying this boy
Never letting him know
What I felt inside

One fair evening
He began telling me
About this girl
He wished to “see”

I listened in silence
In heart-wrenching pain
To him describing her
Again and again

Little did he know
What anguish he caused
To his little girl
To her little heart

I neither wept nor hurt
I pretended I was fine
What was the point? I thought
When he would never be mine

I’ve decided to stay away
As far as can be
It isn’t right but
What other way did I see?

He’d get all confused
He wouldn’t understand
“Why are you doing this?”
He’d rave and rant

I’ll leave it at this
And what happens in time
Be it good or bad
I’ll put it in rhyme

A Boy And A Girl

A boy and a girl
The best of friends
From elementary to high school
From beginning to end

Through all these years
Their friendship grew
They both felt the same
But neither knew

Each waking moment
Since the day that they met
They both loved each other
Sunrise to sunset

He was all she had
In her terrible life
He was the one
Who kept her from her knife

She was his angel
She made him smile
Though life threw him curves
She made it worth all the while

Then one day
Things went terribly wrong
The next few weeks
Were like a very sad song

To make her jealous
On purpose he tried
When the girl asked "do you love her?"
On purpose he lied

He played with jealousy
Like it was a game
Little did he know
Things would never be the same

His plan was working
But he had no clue
How wrong things would go
The damage he would do

One night she broke down
Feeling very alone
Just her and the blade
No one else home

She dialled his number
He answered "hello"
She told him she loved him
Then hung up the phone

He raced to her house
But came a minute too late
Found her lying in blood
And her heart had no rate

Beside her was a note
And in it her confession
Her love for this boy
Her only obsession

As he read the note
He knelt down and cried
Grabbed her knife
And that night they both died

She was found in his arms
Both of them dead
Under her note
His handwriting said

"I loved her so
She never knew
All this time
I loved her too"

EDIT:

He raced to her house
Scared to the bone
He saw her shaking white
She and the blade alone

She looked up at him
And at once dropped the blade
They hugged and cried
And felt their agonies fade

They walked out to the beach
Both holding hands
Talking into the night
Their feet digging the sands

He told her he loved her
And she said she did too
Their smiles lit the dark night
Thence they were inseparable, the two!

Invictus

Out of the night that covers me
Black as the pit from pole to pole
I thank whatever Gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced, nor cried aloud
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade
And yet, the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.

It matters not, how strait the gate
How charged with punishments, the scroll
I am the Master of my fate
I am the Captain of my soul.

--William Ernest Henley

Prison Of Thought

Stuck in where no one else can enter,
Caged in my own misery
Left to fight with my own temper
Chained to the madness inside me!!

Sealed away in a prison with no exit
Locked away in my regret
Trying to fend off my emotions
But they are too strong in my own head

I screamed out
With mute shout
But no one came to save me
I grabbed me
And stabbed me
In vain I tried to break free

Arrested
Molested
In blind rage madly i fought
But locked up
Now I’m stuck
In my own Prison Of Thought

Wandering through the shadows
Trying to escape this hell
Breaking through the walls to move on
Right into another cell

Tortured by sadistic pleasure
Bearing self-inflicted pain
Trying to control the anger
Building up inside my brain...

When Thoughts Hold Sway

On Monday, when the sun is hot

I wonder to myself a lot:

Now is it true, or is it not,

That what is which and which is what?

On Tuesday, when it hails and snows

The feeling on me grows and grows

That hardly anybody knows

If those are these or these are those.

On Wednesday, when the sky is blue,

And I have nothing else to do,

I sometimes wonder if it's true

That who is what and what is who.

On Thursday, when it starts to freeze

And hoar-frost twinkles on the trees,

How very readily one sees

That these are whose- but whose are these?

On Friday-

(sadly, this was never finished, due to an untimely interruption by my utterly inconsiderate fone!!)