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Here is, as I promised to Heather, my Italian Sonnet that I wrote for Creative Writing.

Why couldn’t you have stayed closer to me?

I saw it tear you down, like its dinner,

Feasting on your pure flesh like a sinner.

What I wouldn’t give to have you be free,

Of this life and death and insanity.

You were so proud you were getting thinner;

If you had only worn your new pinner,

You would not be this monster; a zombie!

I understand now what I have to do,

Though it requires me to steel my heart;

Please know that I do this out of true love,

And not because I no longer love you,

But this pistol in my hand says we part

Until I see my angel up above.

"Poetry is to prose as dancing is to walking." - John Wain

p.s. A pinner is a ladies' hat that keeps her hair contained, so she won't be dragged down by zombies. Invest ladies!

p.p.s. Please give me an idea as to what I should title this poem, as well as any others you read without a title. And if you read a title you feel doesn't fit, or you have a better one, be unafraid to offer it up.

I AM A ROBOT ALIEN! TAKE ME TO YOUR MECHANIC!

So, this is a Shakespearean sonnet that I wrote for Creative Writing. Hopefully you will like it.

If all the sky collapsed into the sea,

And all the stars recede into the night;

If all the world just simply ceased to be,

And all the men we know would just take flight;

If all the things that we hold dear expire,

And dreams that I believed so deep decay;

If the universe would die in a fire,

And all we love would fall to disarray;

Still I would wait for just one glance from you,

For just one kiss to fall upon my brow.

For your sweet face is all that brings me through

Your grace is what drives me for'ard, even now.

That I should find a lady true at all

Is proof that God does even love the small.

"I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend." - J.R.R. Tolkien

Two posts in a single day? Egads, this kid might just be serious about blogging.......Nah!

What do all my faithful followers want? I realize that it would be simpler to merely ask those people who have followed the page individually, but I decided to make a poll. That's right, a poll, which you can see to the right of this rambling, inconsequential drivel. I've thought before about writing a short story, and having people tell me what they think chapter by chapter. I've also thought about putting rough poetry on here, and developing it through successive posts. Both would be fun for me, but what do you want to see? Tell me, and you could get a telepathic high five!

On another note, I will post a rough draft of a poem here to give you a taste of what your decision might affect. This is my first attempt at a sonnet, and I already know that the iambic pentameter falls apart pretty early. So, just tell me what you think, and I'll soon put up a revised version of this. Also, you can suggest a title for it! See, ain't I grand?

I am a man, alone by my own choice.

Alone, indeed, for years on end to date.

The world was not aware of my small voice,

Nor did it see I could one day be great.

They threw me to the curb, crushed my small soul

Beneath the boot of men far greater then.

So I ran far, though the miles took toll,

And I, alone, have passed the years through pen.

Someday I will go out and feel the world;

Feel it, and see how it too might have grown.

I'll sense the world out from which I was hurled,

And see if they will reap the seeds they'd sown.

They'll see my form, and hear my song for what
It is. I'll be stronger with eyes unshut.

And there you have my first sonnet, a poem in process. Tell me what you think, and offer up some possible titles!

"Experience: that most brutal of teachers. But you learn, my God do you learn." - C.S. Lewis