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Heart Song

From The Selected Works of Oscar Wilde, found poem and image by Erica Gerald Mason

oscar wilde, blackout poetry, found poetry, book page art, poem, erica gerald mason

 

the

broken

heart

must sing

one last song

 

 

The Echo Lies

From The Selected Works of Oscar Wilde, found poem and image by Erica Gerald Mason

found poetry, blackout poetry, oscar wilde

an echo

does not prove anything

to be true

 

 

Finder

From The Tempest by William Shakespeare, found poem and image by Erica Gerald Mason

Finder a found poem by Erica Gerald Mason at Écririons

 

 

The spirits

beseech

them

to follow

you.

Magic

From The Tempest by William Shakespeare, found poem and image by Erica Gerald Mason

Magic a found poem by Erica Gerald Mason at Écririons

 

Magic

and

heavenly music

work their

charm

upon the night.

 

She Is Mine

ecririons_post7She Is Mine

You can see it in his eyes.

You can sense it in his words. 

I know what is on his mind when he says “I don’t know what’s wrong”.

You can hear his regret when he says his goodbyes.

Another man fell for her like I did time ago.

 

Pig, Basted, Son of a gun.

Calling him half-hearted insults won’t gain me much.

I could put myself in his shoes and I should hold no grudge.

But my heart only yields one thing.

She Is Mine.

She Is Mine.

But in the end he is just another man like me

 

I feel for the man yet I can’t take that his eyes are on my pride.

Call me selfish but the fact she makes someone else’s heart pound makes my feet cramp. 

He should have stayed in the shadows.

He should have been strong and kept it to himself.

He knew ain’t got no right but he did it anyway.

 

Pig, Basted, Son of a gun.

Calling him half-hearted insults won’t gain me much.

I could put myself in his shoes and I should hold no grudge.

But my heart only yields one thing.

She Is Mine.

She Is Mine.

But in the end he is just another man like me

 

I saw her first, I loved her first.

I made her laugh and wiped away her tears.

I brought her flowers and sweets, I wrote her kind words.

So what do he think he got that can possibly win her heart?

It doesn’t matter anyway because he ain’t got any chance!

 

Pig, Basted, Son of a gun.

Calling him half-hearted insults won’t gain me much.

I could put myself in his shoes and I should hold no grudge.

But my heart only yields one thing.

She Is Mine.

She Is Mine.

But in the end he is just another man like me

 

He is just another man on the same train I traveled on most of my life.

He stands just three stops apart waiting for the same train and wishing for my seat

I know he never meant to go down this road, most certainly don’t. 

Now that we are here anyways let’s get it over with.

Shake each other’s hand, nod our heads and walk away.

 

Pig, Basted, Son of a gun.

Calling him half-hearted insults won’t gain me much.

I could put myself in his shoes and I should hold no grudge.

But my heart only yields one thing.

She Is Mine.

She Is Mine.

She Is Mine.

But in the end he is just another man like me.

Just another man like me.

Another man like me.

Just another man like me.

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