November The Second-Volcanic Me

[Banjo Hick]

Despair,
It taints the air,
No matter the flair,
Of your eyes' lovely fanfare.

He's strong,
I'm weak,
Why could it not have been I,
Who's interest you've tweaked?

I've given up,
It's way too tough,
Sadly I know,
When enough is enough.

Tears run red,
Blood runs clear,
I've realized I can't have you,
What more is there to fear?

My vision goes red,
When I envision his head,
Why did he have to take one so dear,
Especially since she was so near?

You wrote the cadence of my heart,
My blood pitifully flows,
I'm sad and she knows,
My mind is wrenched from the dream,
The dream where your face is my morning's first beam.

I concede defeat,
I'm miniscule, obsolete,
But only in your eyes,
And for that I break down and cry.

I've awaken from the dream,
In which you and I were a team,
Now it's Hell, a nightmare,
It's Hell, all because he's here.

There's too much testosterone,
But she still manages to call him her own,
Why can't she see,
The pain she's caused me?

Cold afternoons,
Spent in her caress,
The sight of her,
Makes me lose my breath.

Her words indicate something,
Despair, disrepair,
Yet her words are mending,
Care, maybe something's there?

Her eyes want to infatuate,
Yet her words want to obliterate,
Is it just an unkind fate,
Who's left me filled with this confused hate?

Confusion unending,
My will is bending,
Our relationship is ending,
My wounds will not be mending.

You're gone,
I need to move on,
The candle burns,
Even though the flame's gone.

In the forest that is my mind,
You were the brightest thing I could find,
You were more than divine,
But I know you cannot be mine.

I'm running out of time,
In ten days' time,
You'll be spoiled,
Forever not mine.

I can win,
If those ten days elapse,
Without my collapse,
The end will not seem so grim.

I have come to ascertain,
The root of my pain,
It was my procrastination,
That has started this abomination.

Denile,
The image of you two is vile,
It produces bile,
My attempts are completely futile.

Aspire,
Believe,
Collapse,
Dream,
This seems to be my new regime.

Crucial mistakes,
Are what set my pace,
I've already fallen behind.

You've chose your path,
You've forgotten your past,
You leave me behind,
To follow as if blind.

Unspoken thoughts,
Left in my head to rot,
Have started a blaze,
To get back in your gaze.

The spark,
The dark,
Will I win your gaze,
Or fall back into the haze?

Today I've set my mind,
I'll try to make you mine,
No matter how much I've fallen behind,
I'll try,
Even if you'll never be mine.

I will fight the despair,
This suffocating with no air,
Your presence takes me unaware,
Filling the air with my despair,
Leaving my heart in a state of disrepair.

He is mighty,
I'm unsightly,
I'll try to prevail,
Even if I'm destined to fail.

Today's the day my mind has been filled,
Of plans gone ill,
Of thoughts distilled.

Your presence beckons,
On November the Second.

[regents fury]

Very deep, seems to have taken a lot of work to write.

[Volcanic Me]

Thanks, Nick for putting this up for me. Thanks, Tj for getting my poems some more recognition while I was gone. Nick, if you don't mind, I'll make my own post of this, thanks.

[Banjo Hick]

Ok, I undersdtand. Zack can you delete this topic instead of just locking it?

[Zack]

I can't delete topics.

Locked instead.