Tom and I
“Do u know what it’s like, Tom
To cringe upon hearing
The vowels and nasals
that make up your whole being?
Expectantly – looking
up;
(slouched
stance straightening, slightly]
-Yes?-
But of course it wasn’t you.
No, Tom, no, not you!
For why would it ever be you?
I know the feeling Tom, I do.
I feel it too.”
“Do not put the killing curse on me
for daring to assume this similarity.
I only asked Lady Juliet’s query:
What’s in it, indeed?
What makes it so common
(like owls bearing packages
of gnomes in the lawn),
so mundane, so utterly,
ridiculously ordinary;
and still represents
Arabesque personalities?”
“I see u now reveling –
the Basilisk among worms.
I see u coin your new epithet:
a word too Vile to mention; yet,
ultimately, inspiring fascination
like the Riddle that u are.
And I envy you, Tom, I do.
For I tried, vainly, to be
the gray painting on the uithangbord – slowly,
…disappearing
into the ashen plasters…
In vain, yes, for I was an abstract
against Gothic stones.”
Death beckons: the hiss of scales
brushing against carpets, a malevolent
sigh, and I
readily answered, in false bravado;
taunting the slits of disdainful eyes:
“We are cowards, u and I –
running, running, running away:
- You, from death,
an ignominious end
- I, from life,
an unbearable existence
Who shall win, Tom?"
-Avada Kedavra!-
it's my little fanfic in the form of a poem. might sound cheesy of over the top. i don't care. I was ecstatic when I was able to finish it. what do u guys think? is it too much?
“Do u know what it’s like, Tom
To cringe upon hearing
The vowels and nasals
that make up your whole being?
Expectantly – looking
up;
(slouched
stance straightening, slightly]
-Yes?-
But of course it wasn’t you.
No, Tom, no, not you!
For why would it ever be you?
I know the feeling Tom, I do.
I feel it too.”
“Do not put the killing curse on me
for daring to assume this similarity.
I only asked Lady Juliet’s query:
What’s in it, indeed?
What makes it so common
(like owls bearing packages
of gnomes in the lawn),
so mundane, so utterly,
ridiculously ordinary;
and still represents
Arabesque personalities?”
“I see u now reveling –
the Basilisk among worms.
I see u coin your new epithet:
a word too Vile to mention; yet,
ultimately, inspiring fascination
like the Riddle that u are.
And I envy you, Tom, I do.
For I tried, vainly, to be
the gray painting on the uithangbord – slowly,
…disappearing
into the ashen plasters…
In vain, yes, for I was an abstract
against Gothic stones.”
Death beckons: the hiss of scales
brushing against carpets, a malevolent
sigh, and I
readily answered, in false bravado;
taunting the slits of disdainful eyes:
“We are cowards, u and I –
running, running, running away:
- You, from death,
an ignominious end
- I, from life,
an unbearable existence
Who shall win, Tom?"
-Avada Kedavra!-
it's my little fanfic in the form of a poem. might sound cheesy of over the top. i don't care. I was ecstatic when I was able to finish it. what do u guys think? is it too much?