Thou dost affecteth Me with bloody wrists,
thrown o’er Me in supplication’s plea.
Don’t think I’m cruel enough to jest and hiss.
As Friend, I shall not mocketh Thee
or stab Thee with a dagger, poisoned-kissed,
or make thy head from thy sad body free,
curse thy eternal line with luck amiss,
or rip thy flesh from bone to torment Thee.
I am not cruel. But then again, you know…
those times you owed me money, never read
my e-mails, never answered back or called,
kept stuff I clearly only lent (the woe…)
But hey, guess what? Perhaps you should be dead.
I don’t need friends that friends me up the wall.
News.
365 Sonnets is completed! While there be no more new posts, feel free to read the sonnets and comment! :)
You can read my new poetry at Some Turbid Night: http://someturbidnight.blogspot.ca/ :)
Friday, April 18, 2008
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The Sonnets.
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- Sonnet XCII
- Sonnet XCIII
- Sonnet XCIV
- Sonnet XCV
- Sonnet XCVI
- Sonnet XCVII
- Sonnet XCVIII
- Sonnet XCIX
- Sonnet C
- Sonnet CI
- Sonnet CII
- Sonnet CIII
- Sonnet CIV
- Sonnet CV
- Sonnet CVI
- Sonnet CVII
- Sonnet CVIII
- Sonnet CIX
- Sonnet CX
- Sonnet CXI
- Sonnet CXII
- Sonnet CXIII
- Sonnet CXIV
- Sonnet CXV
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- Sonnet CXX
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Inspired by my friend Jenn Willson when she asked me, "Do you use old English words in your sonnet?"
ReplyDeleteBy the way, my reply was, "No...but that gives me an idea!" How typical...
*PLEASE NOTE: the "friend" in this sonnet is completely fictitious. I'm not out to kill anyone...yet.