I had to write this poem for class in ten minutes following certain rules. 
Night (Juliet 3.2)
Day yawns as night unfolds reaching out boldly
To embrace day in a woven cloth.
Tugging over it a veil of stillness
That puts life itself silently on pause.
Emptiness has filled the day with sorrows longings.
Night breathes so coldly and heartless, such a sharp opposite of day
That it dishonestly claims to create complete perfection.
Almost convincing itself of its own lies
And yet it seems, that without day the night prevails
Under a loose rein of despair.
And yet in mid-hours of day the two merge,
To face each other.
Shadows cloud and bleed the lines of regret and impossibilities.
And stillness and longing give way to aimless lusting and a hidden
Wanting to be together masked under hatred.
~Aaron
Night (Juliet 3.2)
Day yawns as night unfolds reaching out boldly
To embrace day in a woven cloth.
Tugging over it a veil of stillness
That puts life itself silently on pause.
Emptiness has filled the day with sorrows longings.
Night breathes so coldly and heartless, such a sharp opposite of day
That it dishonestly claims to create complete perfection.
Almost convincing itself of its own lies
And yet it seems, that without day the night prevails
Under a loose rein of despair.
And yet in mid-hours of day the two merge,
To face each other.
Shadows cloud and bleed the lines of regret and impossibilities.
And stillness and longing give way to aimless lusting and a hidden
Wanting to be together masked under hatred.
~Aaron
