This is an experiment of mine, where I write a series of questions in poetic form as The Broken Man, then I go back and answer them as "The Beautiful Woman"(No, I'm not sexually confused -.-)
Anyways, this is a series, I will update it frequently with the other questions and answers, there will be a total of 7 poems. (I am Roseofthorns if you didn't know)


A Broken Question from a Dying Man


In every man's heart burns a fire.
A fire fueled by a strong desire.
But what happens when this fire burns out?
What happens when the flames give out?

When the fire ceases, and gives way
The man will begin to dread the day.
Nothing will else will ever matter,
No longer will he have reason to listen to the clatter

He will simply disappear or fade away
For he has no real reason to stop and stay.
When the fire burns out, you have nothing left
And the pain covers you with mighty heft..

I too know what is like for the fires to fade
To feel as if my heart were covered by a shade
But what reason is there to fight anymore?
To lose again the moment I touch the shore?

Why should I reignite this flame,
When everything will just stay the same?
Nothing will ever change, it will never stop
The pain will continue until the day I drop..

So why should I try to stop the hate,
When it is something we all call fate?
Perhaps I am bitter, perhaps I am cold
Or perhaps I'm sick of all the lies I'm told

My flame is gone for anyone who cares
These are my answers for anyone who dares,
To ask me why I am frozen again,
In this broken and captive pen

I tried my best to be kind, I really did
But those who saw me ran and hid..
They call me ugly, they brand me a beast
The day of my demise they'll plan a feast

What is it that I have ever done to them?
Why do they force me to seek asylum?
Stop the lies, stop breaking your word
You're just like them, another sheep in the herd

People are the reason my heart is dead
They filled my soul with all this dread
Now tell me why I should restart my fire
Why I shouldn't wait until I lay upon my pyre...


An Angelic Answer from a Beautiful Woman

Oh my dearest man of old
My heart breaks from the story told!
How could they be so cruel,
But why are you such a fool?

Although you think you are dead and gone,
And you speak of what hate hath spawned,
Your heart is still passionate and set ablaze
Worry not about the pain, tis just a phase.

So come, sit by my side and listen
Fear not, love is not so distant
Your time to leave has not yet come
You're not quite ready to pay the reaper's sum

A man should not hide beneath the shade
A man should stand and lead the raid!
Know this my love, never surrender the fight
You will find your love at the end of this plight!

Never let your flame die out.
Do not sit there, be strong and shout!
You are a man, make things change,
Even though at first they may seem strange.

So release the hate you hold within,
Pry yourself from the cold dead skin.
Then you won't be bitter nor cold
But a sweet old man whose soul is not sold.

You foolish little man, your flame is still lit!
So the answers to the question do not fit!
So why not release yourself from the hurt?
Or are you too afraid to remove your dirt?

So can you not try yet again?
Or are you the weakest of all the men?
You say you're ugly, and a beast
Yet you are not ugly in the least

So once again I pray thee to stand
For you are kind, sweet, and grand
Ignore the lies and forget what's lost
Forget those whom have double crossed

Then you will realize that they are not the reason
For the words you speak of such high treason
But it is the weakness in your heart
So step down and remove the shard.

A Bitter Retort from the Dying Man

You take one look and bid me a fool
Yet you don't understand that you're just a tool
You speak to me as if you know love,
As if you were some sort of heavenly dove.

How would you know if my flame was gone?
You haven't even seen the break of dawn.
Yet you stand here and mock me with no cause
Picking and jabbing at all of my flaws

Since you think you are so smart,
Because your answers are tart
Then answer me a deep question such as this,
Why are you so eager to look and dismiss..

The things I say as if they had no hold?
Why must you really be so bold,
As to destroy what feelings I had left?
Or is your tongue uncontrollable and deft?

You call me love, yet you feel it not,
Why must you take such bitter shots?
Can you not see my flame burned for you?
And it died the moment you said we're through?

You know nothing of the pains I hold
You just mocked the true story I told.
Takes your lies and broken promises and leave
For I am not the one you will decieve.

A Loving Reply from the Beautiful Woman

Oh my dearest man, how you misjudge
My statements were not to make you budge!
But only to tell you that I love you dear
And that despite what you think, I am still here..

It hurts me deeply to hear you say these words
And I must tell you that you are being absurd!
I do not mock the words you speak or feel
I know you are a man with a heart of steel!

I love you dearly don't you dare forget,
And I hate to see you so upset
But question me further and you will see,
How angrily haunting my melody can be!

Your words I have not dared to dismiss,
It is my words that you fail to miss.
You hurt yourself and end up hurting me
Just because you are too blind to see.

And I call you love because I feel it so
I do everything I can to let it show.
But you pushed me away as far as you could
To cut me deeper and admit that you would

I do know what you feel, I feel it too,
I just wish you would understand that I love you
I have not lied, but merely forgotten things,
Come my love, listen as this bluebird sings

For I sing for you until the moon rises high
To soothe your heart, not to make you cry.
So stop with the questions, let go of the pain
Do not forget your heart, and die in vain...

A Softer Confused Retort from the Dying Man

Oh my dearest woman, how clouded things can be..
I've tried my best to clean the glass, so that I could see,
Try to understand the chaos in my life,
That fills me up to the top with this dire strife.

Please forgive me for being so rude
I was simply in a dark and somber mood.
Now to you I must deeply confess,
What was the cause of this distress

Though now I am somewhat confused,
And I'm feeling just a little abused.
Perhaps next time you shouldn't be so raw,
Ripping at my tender flesh, with a harpies claw

You say you love me, but you run away
Even when I say I need you, asking you to stay.
Now you say I speak to cut you with my savage tongue
And bid me to keep silent, with every word unsung.

Now you say you feel my deepest pain
Can't you see your lies are driving me insane?
I ask you now, I do pray you'll tell
What have I done to deserve this hell?

You spit at me, and mocked me louder
Saying that I am nothing but a pouter
Now look me in the eye, and tell me so
Would my death fill your life with woe?

Of course it wouldn't, you speak all lies
And you laugh when the warrior falls and cries.
You really are the cruellest of the three
Blasted fates, damn you and what you see!

So why does it hurt so much to think of you?
Why do I cry at night until my face turns blue?
Answer me this one final question,
And I will let go of this deep depression.

A Soft and Sweet Reply from the Beautiful Woman

Oh my love, how I wish that you could see,
How painful your words can often be.
I know the mirror is faded now
But you see only what your mind will allow.

I love you so, and understand your worry
But please don't dismiss me in such a hurry
Confess to me your deepest of troubles
And I will pull you from the filthy rubble

Although it hurts to be told with a sharp tongue
That you're being foolish and what you said really stung
I will still forgive the words you've said
Even with all the tears you've made me shed

It wasn't my fault that you pushed me away
Even though I tried my hardest to stay.
Now please do not misunderstand what I speak
To make you happy is the only thing I seek.

My dearest man, I do feel your pain
I am not lying, I even cry in the rain.
I cannot see how your life is that bad
Nor can I see the reason you are sad

I asked you if you wanted me to stay
You said you didn't care, and pushed me away
So who spit at who my troubled man?
Who was the one who turned and ran?

Now you say that I would be happy to see you dead
If only you could see the tears you've made me shed!
Why do you insult me with all these words?
Why do you follow in drama's herds?

Now tell me here, and tell me now,
Before you take your final bow,
Do you still love me, is this true?
Regardless of the answer, I love you.

Words from a Rekindled and Happy Man

Oh my dearest love! The words you speak,
Have given me the shelter I seek

Kindle the fire that burns anew
Invigorate my soul with sites of you!
Rebuild my heart with your loving touch
Stand me up, forever be my crutch
Trials will come and go by fates touch
Even then we shall fly together
Never apart, like birds of a feather

Little things that make you smile
Oddly will be found with every mile
Vent all of your love into me
Even when it needs not be free