Sacrifice, And Friendship

How many lives were meant to be given up before a lesson is learned?
For all of those dead whose souls are burned.
No longer a part of this world and how we live
But they all used to be important and had special things to give
Mercutio: Courageous warrior who fought the Capulets' with pride and dignity
He never wished for anything other than his family and friends' prosperity
Tybalt: a man of revenge and hate
His actions were of use a little too late
Paris: who never did get to know the lover of his fiance
Instead, he attended a funeral on his wedding day.
Romeo: who's brave sword fought many battles for his lady
Who's father's acceptance teetered on a no or a maybe.
Juliet: Who's love for Romeo burned like the flames of the fire place
And who's lover did no more that simply caressed her face
Lady Montague: a heart stopped because of greif over her son.
Poor lady. All her life, she never did experience fun.
Many a life already so lost
So many, that these families are just now starting to understand the cost
However long, these people may see
That life is a love filled symphony.
So now they have given up all the enmity and hate.
But to bring all the dead back, it's just too late

Future

(Friar Lawrence's poem)

Nothing to gain
Nothing but pain
A life to take
Mistake after Mistake
A person who spends knowing its their last day
Will experience nothing but dismay
The writing etched into a soul
As hearts of my loved ones their their toll
And forever taken, Forever the Last
Forever breaking, Forever the Past
A day so fateful
A person so hateful
A shining star
A fight and a spar
Wishful thinking and hopeful dreaming
Fast wishing and thoughts streaming
Dreams and wishes seldom come true,
 But it all depends on what you do

It feels Like

(Romeo's poem about how painful Juliet's death is to him)

It feels like its tearing through my skin
It feels like a burning from within
It feels like a smoking fire
It feels like a flaming desire
It feels like being broken apart
It feels like being abandoned
It feels like being stranded
It feels like being taken over by the ice
It feels like never again, will anything suffice
It feels like I am no longer me
It feels like who I am is a mystery
It feels like the flames of passion no longer burn
It feels like there is no more love, for which I yearn
It feels like a life being put to the test
It feels like a past night with no rest
It feels like your whole body being torn
It feels like hate's first step after being born
A feeling inside your heart, body, and soul that is so tight
That leaves you with no more strength to fight

Dead

(Paris's Poem to Juliet)


She's gone. She's dead. And now so am I
I tried to save her. I just had to try
Mow i'm all alone with no one next to my side
I wish she had just told me. I wish i was there when she had to decide.
By now, she lies there, in a pool of her own blood.
Her body so dirty, with what seems like mud
No one else to grieve for her. No one to mourn
So, for her alone, a grave is born
Her lifeless body screams for justice
She is the one person I'll truly miss
"So goodbye to you", were her last words to me
My only wish is to give her peace and let her be free.

He's Here

(Capulet's Poem)

He's here, He's here
Paris has come near
To take Juliet away to a better place
And with those noble hands, he shall caress my daughter's fave
We have lost one family member, and now gained another.
From now on, we shall all stay together.
He'll give her kindness and health
He'll give her happiness and wealth
He's here for her
Who's heart he will soon conquer
They will share love, and no more hate.
I shall get going, I'm getting quite late.

Scared (Out of My Mind)!!

(Juliet's Poem)

Panic! Screaming! I happen to be REALLY scared.
I wish this treacherous pain could be shared.
Pretending to my family that I am dead
While, to the grace, my body is fed.
What will happen to me, I do not now
I'll just have to believe in my beloved Romeo
God save me from any ill fate 
And keep me from the wrath of fate
Who knows what shall happen to me in the near future,
I must keep myself alive and extremely pure.
Dear potion, Keep me from this marriage. Save me.
"Romeo! Romeo! Romeo! Here's drink. I drink to thee!"

Wedding Day!

(Capulet's Poem)

Ah, the joys of a daughter's wedding
All these preparations have gotten me sweating
And to think, that before, the ungrateful girl was refusing
Me and my lady thought THAT was very confusing
County Paris is a respectable and reputable man
He'll take care of my daughter, I know that he can.
For children to grandchildren, generation to generation.
While my heart fills with adoration.
Tomorrow is the day.
And "Goodbye", to my daughter, I shall say.

These Children

(A random poem from Friar Lawrence)

Good grief, these children,
They're all such a burden.
Always talking and screaming.
Never understanding the true meaning.
Jumping at things they really shouldn't care about.
They always yell and shout
Suicidal at every chance that they get.
Even poor, innocent Juliet.
When will they ever learn,
That they'll only get what they earn
If they do what they are supposed to,
Everything else will be easier to do.
They are the future and the present,
A few broken rules here and there. A few bent.

911 Distress Call

(Juliet's poem to no one in particular)

How can I continue this madness?
My sorrow is heightened, my happiness much less.
To marry a man who's heart I do not know.
And all while my banished Romeo doesn't show.
Oh, great heavens, show me the way,
As Thursday is my wedding day.
Save me. My vows to my true husband still live,
So, to another, my heart, I cannot give.
Show me what to say. Tell me what to do. 
Oh, Dear Romeo. Show me please. Where are you?
Help me.
Help thee.

Wedding Words

(Paris's poem to Juliet)

The wedding, the marriage,
I'll carry you away in a carriage,
Treat you like a princess
Everyday, my love, I shall confess,
If she shall let me,
I shall bow down before her, and carry her to victory.
Be mine, Stay with me.
Have me, Marry me.
My one love, my Juliet
Let go of my heart you have so safely kept.

The Sorrow of Love

Crying, weeping, with our eyes full of tears.
I cannot go near my beloved, for i may be what she fears. 
I have brought my sword down upon one of her family.
I feel like I have been locked inside a room, with no way to get out, no key.
The act of justice turns into one of injustice,
And I fear I have lost the one thing I will truly miss. 
Her love will no longer envelope me.
Her arms will no longer hold me.
Her eyes will be so full of hate.
And there's nothing I can do about it, because its too late.
Juliet, my love, here, I lie shedding tears for what I have done.
What I would do to have another chance, just one.
So please, come back with open arms and gaze me with those sweet eyes.
And please let out no more tears, and no more cries.

Gone

(Juliet's last thoughts about the dead Tybalt after what Nurse tells her about his death and Romeo's banishment)

You're gone, You're no more. 

And yet, you're not the one I weep for.

As much as I still love you.

I must weep for another man too.

Right now, I see your lifeless body lying in your grave,

But it's still him I wish I could save.

Now you're out of my life, and long gone.

So now, for the first time, I feel free this dawn. 

My heart craves for him more than you.

But don't worry, I love you too.

You just never wanted me for the right things

So now take what, for you, death brings.

Go away now. And stay gone.

And see what hate you have brought upon.

A Dead Man's Last


(Mercutio's Last Words)

Star, Star that shines so bright
Please give me strength to get up and fight
Slowly and slowly my life is fading
So send my regards to my family and anyone regretting
Even now, I have much determination,
And to back that up, I have some inspiration
So will anyone remember when I have past?
Will my legacy even last?
I let go, I start dying,
And thank myself for at least trying.

The Sonnet of Love!


A sonnet that Romeo creates for Juliet shortly after their blissful wedding.

The skies that shine so bright are nothing,
Compared to the way that you shine right now,
And on your minuscule hand is my ring,
This will work between us, I just don't know how.


From today on, we will be together. 
Married and joined in each other's arms,
So choose your fate, love. It's now or never.
And I'll make sure that, toward you, come no harms.


Today is the day that everything changes.
From admiration to inspiration,
My love for you contains many ranges.
But I'll always live with adoration.


So give me your love and no regrets.
This will work between us so place your bets.

Nursing thoughts


(Juliet is thinking to herself after sending the Nurse to talk to Romeo)


              Where is the Nurse, I sent her more than three hours ago? She was supposed to be home thirty minutes after, not three hours. What if she isn't coming home? What if a truck rammed into her and she died? Knowing her and her body, I doubt she could have gotten out of the way. What if she's lying there on the street without anyone to help her? What is she's already dead!? My GOD! I shouldn't have sent her at all. Or worse, what if she heard bad news from Romeo? What if she's out wondering how to tell me? What about if she's commited suicide because she doesn't want to be the bearer of sad news?! OH MY GOSH!!! Ok, calm down, Juliet. Think carefully and safely. Maybe she just can't find him. Maybe she just needed to do something else. But what more important than doing the work of her mistresses? Oh I wish she would just COME HOME ALREADY!!!! What would Romeo say if she doesn't go on time? What if he thinks I am worthless? Why wouldn't he? It's hard enough trying to see the enemy's daughter, why would he want to marry me? GEE! I'm going CRAZY with worry already. I wish the Nurse would just COME HOME and tell me what my love says. Will it be good? Will it be bad? Cross your fingers and think positive, Juliet. Remember, Positive!

A LeRagetter (Rage in a Letter)

The letter written to Romeo by Tybalt....

To the heir of the other house, Romeo Montague:

          How dare you? Show up at OUR party the other day? I'd just like you to know that I can kill you in less than a second. They call me a being worse than the Prince of Cats. I know that you are dumb and therefore don't know who that is so let me dumb it down for you a little. The Prince of Cats is from Medieval folklore who's name is the same as mine. Remember, the Capulet house IS the greater house. And if you even dare to look at anyone, ESPECIALLY JULIET, don't think I'll hesitate to kill you. One slice of my sword and you'll be dead. Did you think I didn't see the way you looked at her. Uncle seems to think that your well-mannered and have done nothing disgraceful and were an honorable guest last night, but I know better. You shouldn't have come last night. I have decided to challenge you, fencing. Be prepared to lose, Montague.

                                                                                                               You have no hope,

                                                                                                               Tybalt Capulet

Youthful Love


(Friar Lawrence's point of view on Romeo's claims of love)

Friar Lawrence: "The youth has been spoiled and is getting worse as the years go by. A clear example would be the sole heir of the Montague family, Romeo Montague. He claims to have been in love with Rosaline, he shed tears when she refused him, and he was beyond sorrow, or was close to it just yesterday. Now, he claims to be in love with Juliet Capulet. A man, simply CANNOT change his mind on who he loves that quickly unless his love wasn't true. He cried in the morning and by night, he simply changed his mind about Rosaline and wanted to be with Juliet instead. This proves what I had originally said about how the youth merely love with their eyes and not their heart. And what else surprises me is that Romeo dares to say he moves on that quickly because the love he is giving is not reciprocated. And even MORE surprising, he falls in love with the sole heir of the Capulet family. Jesu! The two are arch rivals, no wonder he wants to marry her in secret. Although I agreed, because I thought it would bring peace between the two families, I still don't understand how the two foolish lovers are willing to make a lifetime commitment when they just met last night and haven't spent more than one night."

Flying with my Falcon


(What happens after the scene ends)

Nurse: "Dear child! Where in the world have you been?"
Juliet: "Nowhere of importance of sharing, Nurse. What, pray tell, have you been calling for?"
Nurse: "It is past the time you should rest. Am I going to have to use curfews again?"
Juliet: "No, that's childish. I'm fine, and I'll sleep, just let me remove these thick, extravagant clothes"
Nurse: "Surely, my dear."
(Nurse and Juliet work together to remove the dress. Juliet writes in her diary a poem before going to bed.)

Dear Diary,
          Normally, I'd be writing to my diary, but in this happy occasion I shall write a poem for the man I love.


My heart bleeds with love,
You are my falcon, You are my dove.
Tonight has been the best day I have known,
Practically jumping with joy, all my emotions clearly shown.
Don't know what it is about you that draws me,
But when I'm near you, I feel like, for the first time, I'm free.
You are the son of the man I am supposed to hate,
But I guess right now, it's too late
I can't wait till the clock strikes 9,
For then, Our lives, together will twine.

Fuming my Fumes!

(An after-scene commentary by Romeo)

How DARE THEY!? Mocking Rosaline like that?! If it had been the fair Juliet they were mocking, I would have surely had their hides. Then again, they do not know about Juliet, so they most probably wouldn't. After all, they were right when Mercutio and Benvolio said that I merely lusted after Rosaline. The true woman who holds my heart happens to be Juliet. Oh, how fair Juliet is. In fact, I can already compose a poem for her.

(clears throat and starts reciting a poem off the top of his head)

A feather is no lighter than you,

and the sun no brighter. 

The stars shine, 

For you I have built a shrine.

You reside in my heart,

We are together even though we must be apart.

The dance we shared,

The beautiful name you spared.

The two kisses we cherished,

This is the one experience I missed.

My heart recognized you as its mate,

I hope you give me your heart before it's too late.

My, My! My Mystery Boy!


I, Juliet Capulet, write this poem as a tribute to the unknown man who stole my heart and holds it captive even without realizing it.


Who are You?
Who are you, oh sir, who looks at me with gleaming eyes?
Who are you, who looks at me with truth and no lies?
Who are you to see through me heart as though it were clear?
Who are you to make my heart loose it's ability to steer? 
Who are you to even dare to glance at me, when I have a brave county my side?
Who are you to hold my heart even when my parents wish for me to become his bride?
Who are you?
And do you love me as much as I do you?

Mercutio: Gotta Love Lovers


After-scene commentary from Mercutio (Romeo's Close Friend)

         How foolish are thee, Romeo? Giving up laughter, enjoyment and even other women for such a thing such as love? Who know what love truly is? Ooh! I know, I know! It is merely an excuse to mourn in despair for a girl you wish you could have sexually, not actually a claim for her heart. You foolish people don't know what you say you know. In love with Rosaline? At fist sight? A miraculous claim to even be made. There is no such thing as "love at first sight." What Romeo feels is merely a strong attraction, yet being the foolish boy he tends to be, he doesn't understand the difference. When, oh when, will the youth and following younger generations ever acknowledge the truth and the difference between love and attraction?

Lady Capulet: I Shall Die For My Diary


A diary excerpt that one of the servants stole from Lady Capulet's personal journal

Dear Diary,
        Today has been very frustrating. The fool of a Nurse keeps rambling whenever I get near her. The only good thing that happened today was talking to Juliet about that lovely suitor (who happens to be begging for Juliet's attention), Paris. He is a very suitable boy, living as the kinsman of the Prince and has attained the title "County". If she shall agree to wed him (oh, how I should hope she will), then he and my Juliet will lead a happy, satisfying life, without many hurdles to cross over. Unfortunately, the irritating Nurse happened to interfere into that as well. Who needs her advice, and who heeds it? She is an absolutely useless adviser, which is fine, because her job is only to be the Nurse to Juliet, and that shall be IT! Her and her husband can visit the heavens and even hell for all I care. The miserable wretch is always talking and butting her head into things, she need not pay attention to. Even though Juliet happens to take a liking toward the Nurse, she is my daughter and will heed what I say. The day is old, and the night young. I shall take peace in my slumber.
                                                                                                      Lady of the Capulet House

Paris: A Forest of Love to My Beloved Forest

(The name "Juliet" means Forest/Woods)

The joy runs through me tonight as I take a seat, to write to the woman of my heart, Juliet. As County Paris, I have requested the Lord Capulet for his daughter's hand in marriage. Now, although I must wait two summers, I can continue to spend time with my love as her future husband. 


To my one love, Juliet,

         I fear that you are bringing me down on my knees, beloved. For I have been thinking of you, day and night. What shall I do? This strangle attraction I have towards you, I feel, is love. Everything about you drives me insane, love. The way your eyes seem to sparkle and gleam as they face another day of life. I wonder, when will they ever gleam like that for me? I love the way wondrous thoughts run through your head and your lush red lips seem to curve upward as you imagine something to your liking. Oh, what'll I do? Though your father thinks I should wait two summers for you to wonder about wedding me, I shall completely disagree. The thought of you standing beside me as my wife tempts to an unbelievable extent. I hope you will decide to share you life with me and shower me with love. 

                                                                                                                      Your future love,

                                                                                                                             Paris

Romeo: A Break for My Beloved Heart Breaker


Rosaline, the love of my life, has refused me to protect her vow of chastity. My heart weeps, as the hours and days move by painfully slow. I wonder as my mind continues to think of her, her love, and what could have been. Foolish Benvolio believes I can forget the beauty of my woman by looking at others, but he doesn't understand the meaning of true love. My heart seems to be tearing every minute I can not be with her, with my love, with my woman, with Rosaline. 


There, I feel a pain in my heart,
And that is when I start,
To believe my heart is all alone,
When you and i go our ways and part.
Oh, fair Rosaline what have i ever done to thee,
For you to put this wretched love upon me?
And with this heart, cold with despair, 
I wish to find someone, who's love I can share.
This love I hold for you is something i definitely hate, 
Because by the time you are in love, it'll be too late.


      -Oh, Rosaline, how i will miss you and your love.

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