When the muse forsakes me, my quill runs dry;
then songs of joy, of rhyme, of imagery
expire from my drained pen, though write I try,
as hollow strains dull my verse's symmetry.
How then to enthrall the faithless muse once more?
Her treason robs me of my coveted art.
What offerings, what good gifts, might restore
a bard against the whims of a muse's heart?
But love is long-suffering, and patient:
love waits, and forgives and does not take offense.
So, my heart still burns like an incandescent
flame for her. To restore her, no expense
shall be spared. Though my muse may seem distant,
her heart can ache for me yet in an instant!
Categories:
inconstant, hope, imagery, inspiration, joy,
Form: Sonnet
Trust or mistrust, my heart afflicted with the disease of love,
The love that brims the feeling in waves of fluctuation,
The affection that soars up in heaven and drills down an abyss,
Staying love in constant is not my heart's complexion,
World of moderation, nurtured and raised I, yet resistance to alteration.
Lady, profess not your love because my heart is untameable,
Nor I can comprehend though I contemplated much for change,
More than tears my heart hurts sometimes, of unfindable reasons,
And the saddest spot in the globe is nowhere, but in my heart,
Inscrutable I, to receive and take your love is; abhor blunder.
Lady, you pure and fair as wings of the fairest butterfly,
I, the blossom of the bush, trampled by every living souls with hatred,
I deserve not even what I owe, so I shall not entitle your love,
Leave! Spread your wings and take a venture, as rose and lotus await you,
I am ruined and withered already, so ere conversion of me, leave
Categories:
inconstant, 10th grade, 6th grade,
Form: Romanticism
Never nights into never days
Can perhaps only be to be
A never you with a never me stays
Are we even somebody to ever see?
To once more ever dream
To never more ever live
Straying into paths never before seen
Perhaps dreaming is once more to believe
Surviving days beyond inconstant wake
The dying wakes for the inconstant mind
Every truth to therefore be known as fake
For every lie is simply a matter of time
If simple can simply be as simple
Don’t simplicity requires complexity to acquire?
As oppose to droplets needed to form a ripple
Do we however need water to quench a desirable fire?
Never nights for never days
A stranger we all become to be
A you, a me perhaps never stays
Do we become somebody to ever see?
Categories:
inconstant, life,
Form: Rhyme
I need you
For without you I cease to live
Your breath fills me with the sweetness of life
Your shadow lies upon the ground
And cloaks me with its warmth
The touch of your soul washes over me
Leaving me with a yearning as I have never felt
Your heart blocks the sun
And yet your face is all I need
In you I have found peace of mind
Your luminary existence
Covers my soul like the light of the cold moon
And changes with each passing phase
Though inconstant
Your love is all I know
Categories:
inconstant, life, love, me, me,
Form: Blank verse
Take me, fly me, fire me away,
Make me belong in this blaze of apathy.
Bars of one don't fit my glove,
Beats of two won't give enough.
Refractions strike pounding the pavement,
Now all I see is pains in my statements.
Blue lights learn the darkness,
Black sights scorn the heartless.
The angst on the ground brings displaced water,
Lifted from its homeplace,
Its comfort and its grace.
No base for my centre,
This hole growing greater.
Make me blue, make me red,
And even make me white,
Make me all the colours of the sun that you like.
Pick me up, put me down,
It never was in sight.
Carry on in your soar
Of the skies it was rare,
Never again will this shade
Colour me through the air.
Categories:
inconstant, angst, confusion, lost love,
Form: I do not know?