Given a handful of stones

And several casualties,

In a broken down town square

You married me, that day.

On a ground adorned with the reddest silk

That I ever did see.

With petals falling silently

While children wept,

I took you aside,

We couldn't watch the bridesmaids dance,

We couldn't bare the pain.

Happiness, a stone for every name.

In shady, quiet spot

Beneath an old oak tree

Ripened fruit fell at our feet

And you bequeathed yourself to me.

We lay there for hours

We counted every star

But when morning came, we went back to town

And I gave you away

A marriage made in silent vows

Tokens of stone exchanged.

They've hurt, beaten and broken you

And I have done the same.

Our pride,

It is our shame

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Author guidance for This poem

Archi Teuthis has inspired me to try my hand again at poetry after many years having left it alone.

I tend to rarely follow any poetry conventions consciously and tend to write with a heavy use of metaphor that probably only I get. I also like to hide snippets of extra information relevant to the subject matter in my poems.

To be honest, I don't think anything I write makes much sense or is any good even though I once had a poem of mine published (which ironically I hated, thinking it one of my worst ever poems).

Feel free to provide criticism and advise or to ask what the hell I'm writing about.

P.S. Oh, the title This Silent Tirade is also that of the first poem in case it's not obvious.

updated Apr 11 '09 by darkliquid