Writing A Sonnet to My Shoe and some Fish

[Ravenstorture]

(and my harlequin)

Ahh, pirate pension plans are so nineteen fifty four. AHH! the ideas flowing through my head! they suffocate me and give use to analgorythyms I never thought existed. But now to my kneecaps, oh yes, my kneecaps shimmering with a brilliant blue-green light in the shallow waters of the estuary of my heart. My lungs, also. Don't leave me, I scream after you, as you walk away from me across the dark sand. The beach is shrouded with the tent of night, cloud cover inviting acrobats to swing from it's pillars by chains of gold. I am alone, and I can still hear your retreating footsteps. Alas, the green turns to black as the night envelops me and the water lapping gracefully at my ankles cools slowly. The sea is a blanket, they told me. But it is much too vast for me to keep warm on my own. Oh, please return to me, my love! Together we shall ignite the flames of passion and we shall heat the whole ocean! I lie on the coastline, hearing waves crash before me, and imagine the morning after. Lots of boiled fish washed up on the shore, and we shall feast on them! The harvest of our desire! I worship you with my body, you are my temple, I am your goddess. Together we form a love so great it boils oceans and feeds millions, together we form our own religion in which there is only one commandment. I love thee, oh if you only knew it was so! To lie on my own, in the dark, on the beach, the red of my throat wet from your tongue and hoarse from calling out you name. You have left me, and the ocean is getting colder. I find no peace in the sounds of the waves. I find no wayes to explain the way in which my breath quickens for your attention. In special ways, in special places. None of this means anything when you are far away! why, oh why did you walk from me without turning and letting my eyes feast once more from your brilliant face? you are like the sun, you warm me and light my life yet you burn me in ways neither you nor I can imagine and when you are gone I get sick and die. I used to love the dark, but now I only love you. The warmth your body creates flows over mine like smoke, muffling all feelings and desires save those linked to you. I love you. There was a time when I thought this was enough. But this was not a time where I lie in cold water for you, waiting although it is possible you may never return. The stars appear, and dance before me to please the soul you have trodden on. Their stage, the black velvet cloak of night, ripples with tears that swim across my eyes. The water creeps over my hips and a rash of bumps spread across my back, and my skin tingles like bicarbonate of soda and vinegar. I smell you over the ocean. I am cold. Return to me! Why does the notion of following never enter my mind? Why do I continue to lie here, my knees blossoming flowers like fireworks and my fingers tingling with the ecstacy of castles build of sand? I turn my head and watch my long hair swim in the water, tempting the tide and dancing in the darkness with all the slow grace of a mechanical ballerina. A robot. I am nothing without you! Return to me at once before the beach envelops me and I am nothing but a shoe, a pitiful shoe lying on the sand, prodded gently by the lapping waves. I feel myself tugged downwards, down towards hell through the wet sand. A shoe remains, nothing but a shoe. Ah, I can see it now - you return to me, to find nothing but a black leather shoe lying innocently, procliaming nothing of my whereabouts. You question it, prodding it with your toe, yelling threats and insults. The shoe is oblivious. You stand not a foot above me, and you cannot see your goddess for the rocks that cover me. Salt water stings my eyes and the cuts on my wrists and neck. I know not if it is time for a revelation. The stars bow and the curtain is drawn, thick purple clouds scudding across the sky in a hurry to get to where they want to go. I wiggle my toes in the freezing water and envisage your face, watching over me as I am sucked into the beach. No evidence of the crime but for the shoe. Blasted shoe! Why must thou torment my lover? is he not pained enough with my absence? Is it not enough that he doth not find me at all? But my SHOE? WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?
I reach down, the curve of my spine remoulding the sand beneath me. Loosening my left shoe, I stand and drop it on the shore. Grinning I retreat to the treeline, and await your return.
I love thee.

[Pressure]

[color=purple]Yet ANOTHER amazing work or literature, from the goddess Raven. I am in awe.[/color]

[The Harlequin]

I love you too. Please don't tell me you want me to write one in return...

[Ravenstorture]

[color=darkred]Hmmmm, that [I]would[/I] be rather interesting...[/color]

[Raiha]

[COLOR=seagreen]Nice, but exceedingly difficultto read. You might want to consider making the whole thing into several paragraphs. It makes your story more "user friendly." And that'll also ensure you get more reviews. ;)[/COLOR]

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic] Sorry to inflict this on you everyone. It was the best I could come up with in ten minutes.


[I]A Toast To The Darkness In my Soul[/I]

Lo! The hero doth return with spoils of war!
Twisted beyond recognition by toil
Did you pray for no such ending,
Or do you lie with your being,
And not just your facile mouth?

Does it haunt you at night, blistering,
Your dreams a weaving tapestry
Of what you could have had,
As opposed to what you have spawned.

A wreck, I told you I was.
A quivering mass of nerves.
Did you choose which string to pluck?
You play me like a tightly strung violin.

Yet I care not, after all.
I love every minute of it,
As much as I am enamoured of you.
No one else could have affected me.

You took what I was, the mixed up ingredients,
And bound them together. You made me.
All that I am, all potential, is from you.
You are more than a goddess to me.

They say we are kindred spirits,
Two so alike as to be uncanny.
Yet this is not so my love.
We are one.

You yourself are the cause,
The root from which I spring.
This silvered verse befits you not,
As little as it befits the world.

You cannot deceive me.
Our love for each other is whole.
I know you lie to me not.
Your word is my heart. [/font]

[Raiha]

[COLOR=seagreen]Amazing Harlequin....you still haven't discovered the "Today's Poem" thread. That's what it's there for.[/COLOR]

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic] Yes Raiha, I am aware of it. I was posting this for Ravenstorture, so I thought I keep it here, rather than cluttering up another thread. Besides, less people will read it here. I'm only writing it for her.[/font]

[Raiha]

[COLOR=seagreen]Point taken, I stand corrected.

*sigh* How romantic...[/COLOR]

[Ravenstorture]

[font=gothic][color=darkred]Oh god, I love you so much... I cannot believe that you wrote that for me, thank you so much, for everything, for saving my life, for giving yourself to me and taking me in return... thank you, dear god I love you....[/color][/font]

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic]I think you're meant to opine as to whether it was any good or not, just confess your profuse love for me, not that I'm complaining.[/font]

[Ravenstorture]

[font=gothic][color=darkred]
You will probably never know how much that poem meant to me because not only could I never find the adequate words, if I told you in person I would just be to in love with you to say anything at all. In truth, I thought it was the most beautiful thing anyone has ever written, ever, at all, not just to me but to anyone or anything. And nothing will ever ever surpass it. I was so incredibly happy when I found that that I cried, it was so beautiful, it made everything make sense and it made every pain bearable. I cannot describe what it did to me, and does to me everytime I look at it. Sometimes I cannot finish reading it for the constricting emotions it brings out in me. And I couldn't find any of these words when I replied you, even this paragraph took an hour and a half to write. Thank you so much, dear god it hurts how much I love you and how much I want to tell you that I love you, so that you could understand, but I can't, and if you felt the same way about me then you don't have the same problem with expressing it as much as I do, because when I read that poem I came closer to glimpsing how much you truly loved me and it was so incredibly beautiful that I cried, and I wish a thousand times that the things I write have the same effect on you, but it is one of the few things I think are impossible because my love for you is exponential and every second of our existance I find myself loving you more and more and more, and when we share our existance is the only time when words are not used to convey our love for eachother. I love you so much, I can't explain it at all, I can't measure it, it is infinite and you showed me how much that really was for you with that poem. I can't mirror it, I can't even try. Thankyou, I love you so much... [/color][/font]

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]Now what in god's name am I meant to say to that?[/font][/color]