Post by auser on Jun 29, 2009 14:38:38 GMT -8
This is the first of two parts or shards as I call them. These two 'shards' represent the clean break of my heart into two for the first time by a woman, well girl, she proved herself to be nothing but a little girl. Since then I've been pretty much been out for what I can get with relationships and never committing, this young there is simply no point.
I don't want to feel this way again for a long time. I felt played, positively...
Wow I just realised how late its getting here. I'll post up the second shard tomorrow and comment on a few more poems. When I read the two shards I feel so glad to be able to heal myself with a white piece of paper...
p.s. try and spot the song reference I had to kinda jimmy it in there
I don't want to feel this way again for a long time. I felt played, positively...
Gamed
I was royally gamed.
The chessboard was set.
I took white.
She always played black.
We moved our pawns and made our gambits,
It was a fast game,
Many mistakes were made.
Too many important pieces sacrificed.
Mid-game, her black queen smiled.
A picture here,
An I love you there.
My pieces were infatuated.
The game continued,
The queens eyelashes kept on fluttering.
No warnings were heeded, I was blinded,
My queen had already been lost.
Blindly I advanced on,
I realise my charge was weakened,
That of a played pawn.
In the face of an ambush.
I was still hemorrhaging pieces,
But I had stopped noticing,
All I could see was the black queen.
I had forgotten about my baffled king.
Blackness engulfed my king, composing at home on a broken throne,
While all the while my pawn ploughed on
Boosting her ego.
The trap was set.
I reached the queen in happiness,
I thought there was no game
And that we had both won but...
The trap was sprung.
The queen flew down the board.
Checkmate. My king disintegrates.
The black queen shed but one tear at what she'd done.
The white pieces shed scores
Before they too crumbled to dust and ash.
My ashes swept off the board by uncaring janitors,
They have another game to set up.
I'm swept off the board.
Black has few regrets,
White has many.
I was royally gamed.
Lessons. Learned.
The chessboard was set.
I took white.
She always played black.
We moved our pawns and made our gambits,
It was a fast game,
Many mistakes were made.
Too many important pieces sacrificed.
Mid-game, her black queen smiled.
A picture here,
An I love you there.
My pieces were infatuated.
The game continued,
The queens eyelashes kept on fluttering.
No warnings were heeded, I was blinded,
My queen had already been lost.
Blindly I advanced on,
I realise my charge was weakened,
That of a played pawn.
In the face of an ambush.
I was still hemorrhaging pieces,
But I had stopped noticing,
All I could see was the black queen.
I had forgotten about my baffled king.
Blackness engulfed my king, composing at home on a broken throne,
While all the while my pawn ploughed on
Boosting her ego.
The trap was set.
I reached the queen in happiness,
I thought there was no game
And that we had both won but...
The trap was sprung.
The queen flew down the board.
Checkmate. My king disintegrates.
The black queen shed but one tear at what she'd done.
The white pieces shed scores
Before they too crumbled to dust and ash.
My ashes swept off the board by uncaring janitors,
They have another game to set up.
I'm swept off the board.
Black has few regrets,
White has many.
I was royally gamed.
Lessons. Learned.
Wow I just realised how late its getting here. I'll post up the second shard tomorrow and comment on a few more poems. When I read the two shards I feel so glad to be able to heal myself with a white piece of paper...
p.s. try and spot the song reference I had to kinda jimmy it in there
