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Variations of the same dark choice.

31 Mar

One,

Pour me a line

Two,

He dips inside

Three

Laughing away

Four

Shutting the door

Five

The ground’s getting closer

Six

Close to my face

Seven

Isn’t it great?

Eight

The next day:

Nine

Bloodshot eyes Feeling so dizzy

Ten

Mom’s coming in, feeling uneasy.

Then

Feeling remorse. Cant wait for more.

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S.C.A.R.S [scarecely criticized atributed reasons for space]

30 Mar

There’s one on my finger

Two stitches

From when I was five

It reminds me of how I spent childhood

Being a child

There’s one the circles half of my leg

It’s a big one, yes yes

20 stitches

For playing with ants in the dark

Next to a lifted wire fence

My poor little leg, it got caught.

There’s some on my sides, from when

My figure grew in

From those marks, red

I have curves now indeed

Then it becomes tricky

Follow me into my heart

You’ll see a few patches

Of lover’s past.

There’s the time that it happened

A nice winter’s night

There’s the time that they caught us

Not the best of delights.

There’s the one of the previous

The deepest of all

The most serious person

That I had ever had known

They haven’t all healed

And a dress brings me stares

If only they felt

The my leg shouldn’t scare.

But I do not care

My life is far from over

There will be a lot more marks

And I cant wait to see where

Those tracks seem to stop.

Some will be deep,

Others impure

Some will need gauzes

And others allure

But I will not cease living

Because of some mark

I will continue my life

Just waiting for the next one.

Crooks, lions and bears.

29 Mar

Video Vixen

Samurai sword

Its all relative terms to

The voices we know

It’s a conspiracy

Tendency

Relative image

Alone.

Once the media gets hold

All voices are one

Conspiracies gone

We just listen in awe

Once the spaces are known

They can control us

The can use us

And do.

Its all very subjective

Politics lie

Its all very impressive

How their words seem to glide

Fresh off the press

Stamped into books

Engraved in our heads

And off goes the crook.

Let me tell you about him.

18 Mar

Dear Diary

Its been quite a while

Since I’ve written things down

But last time I had not much to say

And now I’ve got quite a bit!

I have met somebody new

[although this should be no real news to you]

He’s as sweet as can be

Someone whose story is true

He laughs at my jokes, smiles when I pout

He looks into me deeply, and prevents my frowns

Our days have been filled

With glorious endeavors

From kisses and stars to afternoons in the park,

chocolate is no need, to me he’s much sweeter.

His family is amazing

We have plans in two days

I admit his mom sometimes scares me

But I love her either way

He’s an animal Lover

And puts me first

He’s all I’ve ever wanted

I cant ask for more.

Oh Diary if you could just see

The way he looks at me

The way that I smile

His touch goes for miles.

If there is a god I am grateful

For putting him in my way

If there are spirits hear my thank you

For letting me stray

If it’s a Buddha I seek

You have definitely enlightened me

And if in fact its Allah

Then you must know I’m in complete awe.

He’s exciting and selfless

Sexy and sensible.

He’s 26 but practically ageless

The one who makes life oh so tolerable.

He fills me with sunshine

Brings me soup if I’m sick

He’s the type that would cross America

If it meant one more kiss.

We see each other daily

Yet it is not enough

Dear diary I am simply saying

He’s gotta be the one.

Sometimes…this is how it feels.

13 Mar

Mondays are malicious

The work week starts and the fun is gone

Tuesday are fictitious

With the errands to run and run and run

Wednesdays are vicious

Nearing the middle of the day, you just want to go away

Thursdays are a bluricious

You think you just cant wait for the next day

Fridays are hecticious

Work needs to just go away away away!

Saturdays are sensualicious

Fun is just getting started

Then

Sundays come around

And innocence is found.

Before Mondays, the malicious

Comes back around.

He is the mirror, i am the light.

10 Mar

Disclaimer: if you decide to use MY poem for your blog, then i do need you to ask for my approval and link my blog along with it. This is mine and although i post it it doesn’t mean you can plagiarize and post it too.

I’ve been thinking very thoroughly

about when u get to ask me.

When you get to stand on one knee

And propose to me

I’ve planned everything out

Every detail accounted for

From your tux to my gown

And from the ring to my smile.

This has been a long time coming

I’m sure

You have thought it out

paced all the floors

And finally decided that your life needed more

It needed me

And my smile is full to the brim

I am happy galore

Even at night I shine, brighter than ever before

I have thought about the question

Knowing you I might add

I keep thinking and thinking

How will you ask?

Will you do it in private

By the balcony door?

Will you throw rocks at my window

And bring me to shore?

Will your heart beat as fast

As when we first kissed

And will mine cease to stop

When you whisper to me?

What will it be like

When I say I do?

What will it be

You plus me

And me plus you?

Will we laugh at that part

When the priest says to kiss?

Will I blush really red

While trying not to miss?

Will we go hand in hand

Down the ivory aisle?

Or will you carry me

As if I weighed ten pounds?

How about the honeymoon

How ill that be and where?

All of these questions are

Filling my air.

And I simply cant wait

My joy is barely contained

At the moment from now

When I take my vows.

I can see it, can you?

When I say I do

You’re all for me

And I am all for you

It will be that one magic act

Where you ask your assistant

To come and take part

And when we disappear, they will all be in awe.

And I simply cant wait

Every night, I just close my eyes

Feeling that one of these days

I’ll wake up being your bride.

There is no cloud, like cloud Nine.

22 Feb

 

I was young and wondering about

Looking at all the around

I looked up at the sky

As night came about

 

As they passed by

I vaguely remember clouds one and two

They were fun to look at, fluffy and cute

But I remember little, they did not fill a whole page in my book.

 

Clouds three and four

Had a bit more

It was a few pages of stories

Of sick puppy love

 

Then came cloud five

Stormed right inside!

It was fun while it lasted

But it was too blind.

 

Then with cloud six

There was ease

The moments always a breeze

It was sad that it had to be so brief.

 

Cloud seven was my lucky number

I thought, as teens often convey.

The bigger the cloud, the better the rain

But who wants such rain on a sunny day?

 

Cloud Eight was supposed to be it

No more after that

I had seen so many clouds

That I had a headache in fact.

 

But then there was you

You stole me away

And let no other clouds

Stand in your way

 

My dear you are my cloud nine

And there I sit inside

I need not to look any longer at the night time sky

For all the stars that I need, are right in your eyes.

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