Title - Bittersweet Memories
Author - JuBunny
Rating - G
Disclaimer - Doesn't need to be a SailorMoon story/poem, but since I do dedicate it to someone special from SailorMoon, I'll say that I don't own it.
AN - I admit, I was in a sad mood. Can any of you guess who this story/poem is about? Such a sad love story, of a King and a Timeless Maiden. *That gives it away, doesn't it?* I don't know if this is sad or not. Just strange. But nonetheless, I do hope you enjoy this. I'm not quite sure if its a poem or not. I don't intend it to be. It's just that the words are split up to sound more interesting. A new type of writing, ne? I shall dub it "Storems" Sounds weird. Aw, the heck with it. Enjoy my storem!
Frozen.
Exactly how I felt at the moment.
Cold and bitter.
Not a single spark of life left in me,
No. Nothing.
The mud caked my face like a blanket,
Shrouding my features and
Making me feel,
Making me feel like I was
Absolutely nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.
My eyes frozen over in red,
They gazed up into the sky.
Only to find.
Only to find that
No longer it mattered.
Vultures swept over my head,
Cackling; a sinister,
Vile,
Serpentlike laugh.
"Shame on you,"
They said.
"Shame on you for loving him."
"Shame on you for thinking,
"For thinking that he could
"Love you back."
"For thinking that there was hope?"
I yelled,
Frustration
Grasping at my throat.
"For thinking that you could forget,"
They replied.
Ah, the bittersweet memories.
Memories of so long ago,
Bittersweet and dreamed.
A gentle touch,
A sweet kiss.
Was all I longed for.
To hold him.
To love him.
To know that he loved me back.
Ah, the bittersweet memories.
Memories of so long ago,
Bittersweet and dreamed up by a young mind.
And I let the tears
Splash upon my face,
Trickle down my chin.
My body and face caked with mud.
And I thought
Of the bittersweet memories.
I let them wash over me,
The blood tingling in the veins
Of the tips of my fingers.
And I let the bittersweet memories
Wash over me.
"Don't leave me,"
I said to him
"Don't leave me in such a way,"
I begged to him.
"Don't you love me?"
I whispered to him.
He shook his head.
"No,"
"No, for in all my heart,
"You know that you do not
"Do not belong in it.
...
"I thought you knew better"
His voice ricocheted through
My heart
Like a thousand knives.
And I let the bittersweet memories
Wash over me.
And I gazed unto the sky,
The vultures
Pecking at my face
Which was clouded over with mud.
And I wept,
A sweet, chirping of a cry.
As I let the bittersweet memories
Drive me insane.
Oh, how I wish
Those
Bittersweet memories
Were gone.
Page 3 Printed 05/25/93 08:00 PM
Author - JuBunny
Rating - G
Disclaimer - Doesn't need to be a SailorMoon story/poem, but since I do dedicate it to someone special from SailorMoon, I'll say that I don't own it.
AN - I admit, I was in a sad mood. Can any of you guess who this story/poem is about? Such a sad love story, of a King and a Timeless Maiden. *That gives it away, doesn't it?* I don't know if this is sad or not. Just strange. But nonetheless, I do hope you enjoy this. I'm not quite sure if its a poem or not. I don't intend it to be. It's just that the words are split up to sound more interesting. A new type of writing, ne? I shall dub it "Storems" Sounds weird. Aw, the heck with it. Enjoy my storem!
Frozen.
Exactly how I felt at the moment.
Cold and bitter.
Not a single spark of life left in me,
No. Nothing.
The mud caked my face like a blanket,
Shrouding my features and
Making me feel,
Making me feel like I was
Absolutely nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.
My eyes frozen over in red,
They gazed up into the sky.
Only to find.
Only to find that
No longer it mattered.
Vultures swept over my head,
Cackling; a sinister,
Vile,
Serpentlike laugh.
"Shame on you,"
They said.
"Shame on you for loving him."
"Shame on you for thinking,
"For thinking that he could
"Love you back."
"For thinking that there was hope?"
I yelled,
Frustration
Grasping at my throat.
"For thinking that you could forget,"
They replied.
Ah, the bittersweet memories.
Memories of so long ago,
Bittersweet and dreamed.
A gentle touch,
A sweet kiss.
Was all I longed for.
To hold him.
To love him.
To know that he loved me back.
Ah, the bittersweet memories.
Memories of so long ago,
Bittersweet and dreamed up by a young mind.
And I let the tears
Splash upon my face,
Trickle down my chin.
My body and face caked with mud.
And I thought
Of the bittersweet memories.
I let them wash over me,
The blood tingling in the veins
Of the tips of my fingers.
And I let the bittersweet memories
Wash over me.
"Don't leave me,"
I said to him
"Don't leave me in such a way,"
I begged to him.
"Don't you love me?"
I whispered to him.
He shook his head.
"No,"
"No, for in all my heart,
"You know that you do not
"Do not belong in it.
...
"I thought you knew better"
His voice ricocheted through
My heart
Like a thousand knives.
And I let the bittersweet memories
Wash over me.
And I gazed unto the sky,
The vultures
Pecking at my face
Which was clouded over with mud.
And I wept,
A sweet, chirping of a cry.
As I let the bittersweet memories
Drive me insane.
Oh, how I wish
Those
Bittersweet memories
Were gone.
Page 3 Printed 05/25/93 08:00 PM