Thanks for Playing

Ladies & Gentleman, Thanks for playing

It was fun while it lasted

But let's all be honest

This wasn't going anywhere

No one was going to win

No prizes were to be awarded

Zero was your chance of success

You put up a good fight

I've never seen someone work so hard

But at the end of the day

It doesn't make the least bit of difference

Because everyone's going home empty handed

Wuthering Heights

An Original Poem

Inspired by the novel Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte

I have not forgotten someone that looked like you

Only the being they have replaced you with

You claim to love me with all your heart

But you look at me as a mistress does her servant

You're repuatation has become most important

It has destroyed you, corroded you from the inside

Taken what I loved most and shattered it

Made it something common and uneventful

How am I to compare to the eligible Edgar

Where am I to obtain his wealth

What can I provide that he cannot

Who you will choose is not a mystery

You say my passion is of hate not love

But what am I to love about this world

A dead father, a brutish brother, an unfaithful lover

I can curse the world but the only curse is on me

Prepare to Fight

An Original Poem

Up in the tallest tower she's kept

Isolated from me like a fish from land

I fight to see her knowing full well

She's a prize I will never possess

But I still fight to make my presence known

I spar with a fire breathing dragon named failure

He better not harm us

Unless he want to meet my one man army

Because even though I'm a sizeable underdog

I promise not to yield until

Every ounce of my blood has been spilled

Or all of my limbs have been dismembered

I will never surrender to him

Because giving up mid fight is a bigger loss

Not only will I lose her but myself as well

So I say to my opponents, Prepare to fight