Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Monday, May 16, 2011
wish.
i wished for you at 11:11.
and then i smiled at 11:17, because for those 60 moments time cradled us both in his hands, and encouraged this romance,
because you ignore the fans, and the swoons, and the touches,
and instead orchestrate smiles , laughs, and epic blushes,
that audiences want to see in movies,
that shine redder than the finest rubies,
you make me speak in silly rhymes and want to produce the most amazing of lines,
never on the side,
for you, the only, one,
that i see, and this countdown no longer needs 2 or 3….
because this poem is to you from me…
and so
can we just be,
the ken and the barbie,
in our dreamhouse,
lets scratch the pink, and throw the dream out,
because you are the realness that makes
dreams not worth dreaming,
and in that case it'd be a real house,
wife is to me as you are husband,
and the only thing different from them and u and me ,
is that these two were built in the mindset of fake, and
this is the result of an endless cake,
as well as an argument,
based on compliments,
and the you're great, and im great,
And somehow its never too late,
never too early,
time rolls on, and as i wait for the 1's and the 7's to align,
i cross my fingers and hope that one day you'll be mine..
and then i smiled at 11:17, because for those 60 moments time cradled us both in his hands, and encouraged this romance,
because you ignore the fans, and the swoons, and the touches,
and instead orchestrate smiles , laughs, and epic blushes,
that audiences want to see in movies,
that shine redder than the finest rubies,
you make me speak in silly rhymes and want to produce the most amazing of lines,
never on the side,
for you, the only, one,
that i see, and this countdown no longer needs 2 or 3….
because this poem is to you from me…
and so
can we just be,
the ken and the barbie,
in our dreamhouse,
lets scratch the pink, and throw the dream out,
because you are the realness that makes
dreams not worth dreaming,
and in that case it'd be a real house,
wife is to me as you are husband,
and the only thing different from them and u and me ,
is that these two were built in the mindset of fake, and
this is the result of an endless cake,
as well as an argument,
based on compliments,
and the you're great, and im great,
And somehow its never too late,
never too early,
time rolls on, and as i wait for the 1's and the 7's to align,
i cross my fingers and hope that one day you'll be mine..
Sunday, May 15, 2011
delicious
damn. never written this much about stuff.
they ask me have i been smoking am i drunk? and the truth is, im high off of your words and all that lies between them.
the black the white and the colors in between .
my heart, it hurts, but in that pain is love kinda way… and im not being kinky.. but i kinda don't want this pain to ever go away..
because the pain that is my heart, has hurt ever since the beating chose to start.. and for once in my life theres more in my heart than just art,
i didn't want to be that googly-eyed girl who fell for the sweet things, and worked hard to be your sweet thang, and modeled the epitome of infatuation, yet it seems when you gave me this confirmation, that you are content with my content, im content,
with your compliments, and sweet somethings, and days laying in bed doing nothing, next to me.
for you are the only instance of locked up id ever be, and the only jail, that would allow me to feel free,
freely happy, in strong like,
could it be, that the unbreakable, is ready to surrender, to what i once thought impossible,
and what is possible,
is that a girl like me with such big dreams, could be swallowed up by the stanzas of a man, who claims to have no plan, but simply goes with the flow, of his words,
that weave blankets of silk that fit only my curves perfectly, those curves that at first you caressed so nervously,
solidity is what you yearn for,
and these words make me want more of you.
more of the smiles, and stares that are ambitious,
more of the touches and kisses
you are delicious
in every way
they ask me have i been smoking am i drunk? and the truth is, im high off of your words and all that lies between them.
the black the white and the colors in between .
my heart, it hurts, but in that pain is love kinda way… and im not being kinky.. but i kinda don't want this pain to ever go away..
because the pain that is my heart, has hurt ever since the beating chose to start.. and for once in my life theres more in my heart than just art,
i didn't want to be that googly-eyed girl who fell for the sweet things, and worked hard to be your sweet thang, and modeled the epitome of infatuation, yet it seems when you gave me this confirmation, that you are content with my content, im content,
with your compliments, and sweet somethings, and days laying in bed doing nothing, next to me.
for you are the only instance of locked up id ever be, and the only jail, that would allow me to feel free,
freely happy, in strong like,
could it be, that the unbreakable, is ready to surrender, to what i once thought impossible,
and what is possible,
is that a girl like me with such big dreams, could be swallowed up by the stanzas of a man, who claims to have no plan, but simply goes with the flow, of his words,
that weave blankets of silk that fit only my curves perfectly, those curves that at first you caressed so nervously,
solidity is what you yearn for,
and these words make me want more of you.
more of the smiles, and stares that are ambitious,
more of the touches and kisses
you are delicious
in every way
Monday, May 9, 2011
visual.
character sketch, visual.
fro, curly, shoulder length. jet black.
huge eyes, brown. fat cheeks, high cheekbones, dark brows. peanut butter colored girl.
bites lip.
straight teeth. scar on forehead from chicken pox at age 5.
mahoghany skin, reddish tint. flawless nose.
5'8. thick. womanly curves and all that shit. 34c. 38hips, 28 waist. tatted. behind ear. sleeve. ankle. boob.hip. back.
stares.
laughs alot. grinds teeth during sleep. doesnt wear bras.
sexual. hates titles.herbs. sideeye.
short fingernails, abrupt.
smooth, blank voice like honey. nonchalant. idgaf
voice elevates when excited. like a toy.
snapbacks.
spandex.
tank tops.
fro, curly, shoulder length. jet black.
huge eyes, brown. fat cheeks, high cheekbones, dark brows. peanut butter colored girl.
bites lip.
straight teeth. scar on forehead from chicken pox at age 5.
mahoghany skin, reddish tint. flawless nose.
5'8. thick. womanly curves and all that shit. 34c. 38hips, 28 waist. tatted. behind ear. sleeve. ankle. boob.hip. back.
stares.
laughs alot. grinds teeth during sleep. doesnt wear bras.
sexual. hates titles.herbs. sideeye.
short fingernails, abrupt.
smooth, blank voice like honey. nonchalant. idgaf
voice elevates when excited. like a toy.
snapbacks.
spandex.
tank tops.
Dreams
Better than my dreams because you are the definition of reality I yearn for the fantasy, The lost in a maze, Alice and her glass that looks But you found me, And thus i am here in real time, Describing something that can never compare to figments, Because i never want to rest long enough for it to be characterized as sleep, Because sleep equates to dreams and dreams arise from sleep and sleep amounts to everything youre not, For you are real.
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Friday, May 6, 2011
rubbish.
film is better than real life because i can make you see what i want you to see. filmmakers are dictators of the eye.
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
goodnite
farewell to the disappointment that was today. im going to get lost in this film as i fall into the delicious unknown that lies behind my eyelids.
geez. what a waste.
geez. what a waste.
Monday, May 2, 2011
Tisk
Today i made love to my bed . All flipping day... Strange that now i actually am free to do nothing.. I have the lingering feeling that i should be doing something...
Also its amazing how i wished for something and then got 2 and now i know not which to choose. Funny how you get more or less than you asked for... I digress...
Im a little depressed tonite because i dont posess the funds to scoot bluberry back home .. Also i managed to burn my tongue on three different occasions today, not to mention the fact that my laundry as usual is undone, aaanddd my chicken ended up looking better than it tasted. Damn.
Also its amazing how i wished for something and then got 2 and now i know not which to choose. Funny how you get more or less than you asked for... I digress...
Im a little depressed tonite because i dont posess the funds to scoot bluberry back home .. Also i managed to burn my tongue on three different occasions today, not to mention the fact that my laundry as usual is undone, aaanddd my chicken ended up looking better than it tasted. Damn.
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