Early morning clock on the hardwood wall
taken into relentless slavery.
Abjectly crucified at twelve feet small,
Do you not know you will never be free.
Half past then and onto pastel morning,
when you shriek cries of a wounded creature. When you scream the cries of wounded creatures
Your most unapologetic feature Tear into me with a ruthless scorning
tears into my core with ruthless scorning with your unapologetic features.
bringing me up to share the metronome.
A soft crimson glow burns into my eyes
like star rising into ebony dome
burns gently into the dawn’s lonely skies.
I offer these painful words, but true
“Remember that I will always hate you”
I hate writing sonnets
I really really hate writing sonnets
All the work to get down the rhyming
Match it up with perfect metric timing
Fourteen lines capped with rhyming couplets
Heaven forbid you insert some hidden
Imagery. The countless tricks—idle chores,
Like abstract similes and metaphors.
Surely tasks like these should be forbidden
It is far too difficult to write one,
though I still appreciate the masters;
it takes all the skill of bronze-age casters,
But I would rather write something more fun.
You’ll have to forgive this sounding like shit,
I just couldn’t put my heart into it.
The lines to the side are alternate lines for that spot depending on how I want the style to work. Enjoy. I'll post some CC on other pplz' later.