Tranquil Violence

by matthew cote   Sep 21, 2004


A fight has just happened and the rivers ran red,
Death is upon us without the bloodshed,
A person has died murder if you will,
I am the suspect the doer of the kill,
Destroyed the person that I care for so dearly,
The girl that my love is laid for so clearly,
The love of my life I guess you could say,
Has been killed metaphorically, she just died today,
I’m sure as I write this she has grown weary,
She is upset, her eyes have gone teary,
Alone in a corner surrounded by night,
I have captured an angel and forced her to fight,
She lost but of course, her name doth mean peace,
Lost and unloving for her heart does now cease,
To beat and fill me with loving emotion,
To rock me to sleep like the sounds of the ocean,
To give me pleasure for all of my days,
Shedding light on my life with her elegant gaze,
I’ve tried to understand her, really I did,
But every time I moved in she just flipped her lid,
I always try my hardest yet I’m just a kid,
With a girl that has ran off, disappeared, and hid,
What does she want from me? I do what I can,
I want it to work please stick to the plan,
I have to push on I must find success,
This girl that I found beats out all the rest,
She is the white rose out of millions,
The flawless lily of the bunch,
When I lay eyesoin her I tend to act silly at lunch,
I can’t help but to think about just her and me,
And how I want us to be together,
For all eternity,
So I told her I was sorry, I pleaded with guilt,
I’m caught in a net in a blanket, in a quilt,
I’m caught I am snagged so where do I turn,
I can’t breathe I suffocate as my lungs start to burn,
I inhale the ashes of my starry-eyed angel,
And I watch as her tears roll down and then dangle,
They fall off of her cheeks and crash to the ground,
My heart starts to ache as all of them pound,
Away at my world and all that is sane,
They add to the hurt and commit me to pain,
The drops are unending they fall like the rain,
Washed away all my love and left me ashamed,
I look at a puddle that formed from the tears,
I see my reflection, my face and my fears,
I lay eyes on my trouble and my worst enemy,
My nemesis, the bad guy, the one that I see,
The man that I blame for my loss in the game,
The man that I look at is simply just me.

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  • 17 years ago

    by *emmax*

    Unbelievable still!

    this poem has substance,or rather it is substance!

    i desire to come to that dimension of thought...

  • 18 years ago

    by *emmax*

    powerful stuff, truly amazing man!

  • 19 years ago

    by Lexi Lou

    awesome but sad poem

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