Painted Red is a freestyle Sonnet written with no particular Metre or rhyme scheme. It is indeed a verse to express oneself:
Bruises on my heart
I triumph in dispute with my soul;
My conscience ridicules me-
Mostly am fighting against I.
My smile is an agenda of agony,
My laughter is a curve of
Crazy & Confused
Yes crazy and confused
My pure heart abused
Yet am not fused
Salivating sweet stupidity
Am I pushing against gravity?
Pressure pressing my chest cavity
What a blunder in reality
Equate this not to stupidity.
She calls me daddy
Her lips my candy
A day and am addicted to her, buddy!
I can't think, she can't study
As if reciting a poem, I heard
A poet lamenting as he said
"Love! I wish this myth can vanish
Than to find another innocent soul to punish"
He cursed the day he met the damsel’
Blamed his heart to have fallen in love as well
"My babe, my boo", he cried
"Is this all you can
A day is coming, a day all we pretend not to care about
And death is silently coming with it, to take you out
Am not hoping, but I am certain, the time will come
When the music will play silent, except for the reapers hum
Oh, my heart beats in discard
And of terror
Shud I write my mind a bit so as to introduce myself?
Or shud I just watch nd stare lyk de books on shelf?
which z which?
I knw u cnt figure-
That I luv poetry nd every part of it is a great idea.
let de dogs back
At everythin dat seems sinister in de
I decided to spend it with the woman I adore.
Because I only met her a couple months ago;
We should cherrish our moments to the brim
Since she was, and still is the one girl of my dreams...
Times as this, was supposed to be enjoyed
But not when you are joined
By a gang