Hey readers! So... Today was an enlightening day. I was rummaging through the depths of my labyrinth bedroom when I came across my diary.
Back in the day (a year ago) I used to live in this dream where I saw myself as the next shakespeare (psht! Yeah right!) , and so I wrote my very own little sonnet.
But be warned, I have a different dimension to normal people, and my perception of love is that it is blind... And full of venom.
Thus, the poem -
The Venom In Love
Love. A raw emotion - simple yet pleasant;
A cognitive phenomenon with a social cause.
Roaming beneath the luminious crescent;
Weaving one into its unbreakable laws.
Intimacy, Commitment and Devotion;
A form of high tolerance.
But the heart dies with extreme slow motion;
Daggers of jealousy stabbed without penance.
And so to speak of it with amenity
Is indeed a wrong thing to do.
Why embrace it heartily?
When it destroys anything true.
Love pulls one into the black abyss of Odium;
Via jealousy and deceit - It is filled with venom.
_________________________________________________
So what do you all think? Comments much appreciated. Personally I'm a bit embarrassed to even call this a sonnet - where is the iambic pentameter? But hey, back then I believed if it rhymes - its a masterpiece.
Anyone agree?
