So.

So, judging by the way this blog is going, I think trying to force myself to write a poem every day is more counterproductive than productive. :/ Because most of these are just bullshit now. T-T

So, I think I should revoke my resolution. :/ I'm such a bad person.

But I'll just post when I actually get the inspiration to write a non half-assed poem.

make up

to atone,
i need toner.
to repent,
i have spent
quite a lot
on this make up -
i've made an appointment
to put ointment
on this itch
of a bitch fight.
it's quite a terrible sight,
and i know what to do.
to make it less ugly,
we need some make up on you.
so let's make up, okay?

wow.

i missed it TWICE. for the first time! i'm getting worse at this. i guess resolution broken. X_X this is super tiring.

a shoe and a purse
and door and a nurse
i'm quite getting worse
been lapped by the first.

aiyo

i missed it again. this time, i was playing LoL. ]:

clock strikes 12
and just like cinderella
i notice a bit too late
a minute too long a wait
and so i rush
and rush
and rush

well, similarly,
at least i know i'll also get
a happily ever after, right?

shutter

shutter lens
the clicking sends
shudders up my spine
with this photo
your captured moment
forever will be mine

gorgeous

looks at those gorgeous eyes
those luscious lips
of eyebrow lifts
and collagen
that make the men
so shy and shifty
ain't it nifty?
it's quite for me,
oh plastic surgery.

prom

so i arrived at cynthia's house
and they took pictures
then in front of the limo
they took pictures
and inside the limo
they took pictures
and out of the limo
they took pictures
and inside the millenium biltmore
they took pictures
and waiting in line
they took pictures
and inside the room
they took pictures
and finding our seats
they took pictures
and sitting at the table
they took pictures
and wandering around
they took pictures
and in line for food
they took pictures
and eating
they took pictures
and in line to take pictures
they took pictures
and on the dance floor
they took pictures
and off the dance floor
they took pictures
then on the way home
they took pictures

then at home
i took a picture or two
but i deleted them.

i wish i were more photogenic.

olive juice

looks quite sweet
but tastes quite bitter
once you drink
i think

cheating

i don't mind it when i do it
but when you do it, it's not nice
when i do it, it's out of kindness
when you do, it's quite full of vice

so leave me to the cheating, dear
your only job is to stay true to me
and if you ever see me with another guy
i advise you leave us be

appetite

i'm thirsty for your breathe
i'm hungry for your lips
just a small, small bite
just a small, small sip
and i swear that it'll be quenched
i promise i'll be full
and i'll stop it right there
i won't lose my cool

i'd like to get this point across:
he never saw my fingers crossed.

out of nowhere

out of nowhere -
there it goes!
pinkish diamonds
shine your rose.
plastic cutlery
shows i'm sharp
enough to skin
and slice the carp.

change

is annoying
infuriating
constant.

so maybe it'll change
for the better?

hold on to your hat

before it flies away
like you flew from me
because though it doesn't seem too special
you're going to miss it sorely
when days are especially sunny.

ohmy

ohmydear
ohmyohmy
ohmyfear
soshysoshy
many oh's
combined with gasps
of realization
that's been unmasked

not for the hair

a coarse ribbon
flutters gray
without a jib
for it to say
once so smooth
and full of luster
now barely baby's
strength to muster

the sides are frayed
who knew it'd fade?
the once like-sun
loved ribbon?

Repeat

I've felt this once before -
Where simply breathing was a chore;
Where I couldn't figure what to do,
And couldn't find words to say what I thought;
Where whenever I laid eyes upon you,
It felt as if my heart would stop -
But it keeps beating, beating, beating,
And just your smile's eating, eating, eating
My soul out.

Without a doubt,
I've felt this once back then -
Why must you make me feel again?

O_O

hmm. i'm getting extremely sloppy with this. :/ thanks, allie~

an itch
a crazy itch
and insane itch
such a tempting itch
but if you succumb
to the temptation
you'll never stop scratching.

hot water

it hurts
and burns.
then there are the chills.
withstanding the pain
takes a strong will -
i lack that which
i yearn;
and so i burst.

bread and water

i need bread
and water
and you to live.
i need to eat
and drink
and love to live.
without the three,
i would be dead.
i need bread
and water
and you -
but mostly bread.

afjasdf

not again!
ad;lkjfda
gibberish
filled with emotion
but mostly rage
ajfaflajf
my fingers slap
the keys in frustration
qu4ea[efv;sm
my head bangs against
the squares in anger
cm,xz,mvc,
my head stays still on the surface
fallen asleep

soda stars

sparkling cider
twinkling bubbly
fizzes me up
and carbonates me

Offensive

I swing large!
The pitch is too fast for my eye;
I miss completely.

I swing wide!
The pitch slides at my bat;
But at least I could see.

I sacrifice bunt;
You make the base;
I'm out right away -
I'll be waiting for you at home.

coupled pt.3

You burn modesty in your haughty fire,
And construct conceit as a solid spire.

coupled pt.2

For one people say is one to truly admire,
It is quite ironic you could never inspire.

coupled

And you have the nerve to call me the liar?
Your white little words are the ones to admire.

peach & vitamin E

hand and body cream
orange and green layout
six ounces of smooth skin
should be a peachy win
so what's with my dry hands
dehydrated from wrist to fist?
alas, the cap is much too
hard to twist.

dessert

sweet explosion in your mouth
whipped and fruity
but then the booty:
salty chicken quite dug out.

achy

aching, breaking, microwave
bitch, and fight, and then, nice save
balloons bursting
licking frost
silly string and
getting lost
too tired to punctuate
nothing done
yet awfully late

homework time ):

it hurts

super surprise -
exercise!
something, i just can't handle.
i could eat a sandal,
tie a pig,
lick a wig,
or even suck on a candle,
but exercise, i cannot handle.

can't we?

i wish you'd answer
i wish you'd be a bit more direct
i wish for several, many things
but i supposed i should settle for less
when it comes with you;
because they won't ever come true.

repression

when i think of you nowadays
i try to convince myself
that you're just a bittersweet memory

but that whiff of nostalgia
still tingles my senses
telling me, even now, i'm still not truly free

i was sure after all those years
i would have put these first love feelings away
why did i have to pass
by you today?

and why did i have to pass
by your new love too?

weakfish

not a strong fish
not a buff fish
not even an afro fish
but a weakfish
washy-wishy
barely fishy
and a shame to
family

trapped

a dream catcher
nightmare snatcher
sad thoughts thief
and bad day patcher

you can take whatever comes your way
but why bother when you can give it away
to somebody like me
somebody willing to
take your pains
and scream for you

i don't care if i end up trapped in your mind
it'll be worth it to keep you from looking so resigned
i'm simply a doll who keeps on waking
into the same situation daily
i'm constantly yours for the taking
yet you still refuse to take me

and until you do
i'll just keep waking up
trapped in your dream

yoppa

and apple
and some sonscroon
and bononos that mark the jor
but it's a nono
to those oranges
propping the door ajor

pieced

what can you do when you want to dream
but can't seem to find any substance?

what can i do when i can find the words
but not the voice to express them?

how do i explain the gain of the lines
and the loss of them all in one instance?

and why is it that i know what's important
but can't find the heart to stress them?

instead they stress me
lose me
all in an instance
and express my voice
which still dreams
its substance.

nothing i can do but

what can you do when you know
there's nothing that you can do?
is it still worth the try?

what can i do when i already see
that no matter what it won't work
but wonder why

that despite a strong love
and regardless of the passion
my views just cannot compete
with the looks of your fashion?

what can you do when you know
that our only connection is
now a cut seam?

what can i do when i know
that we were meant to separate?
i can still dream.

justification

i missed another post. sigh. i'm getting bad at this.

i crashed at 10.

so i suppose i'll write two to make up for it. well, i guess it's still a poem per day - just not a poem everyday.

kohl smeared eyes
are so much nicer
when running purple mascara
saddened faces
when tear stained
seems all the more fairer

and you're just not fair.

one hour

one more hour to go
just one more hour before i fly
this one last hour i can't take back
this one last hour can't go awry
just this hour will decide so much
these 60 minutes of significance
the 360 seconds that will determine
mood, career, friendship, romance -

but it'll all be fine, so long
as this one last hour does not go wrong.

and if it does?
if it backfires on me?
if it's something i cannot fix?
if it's a consequence that'll forever stay?

then i'll use the next hour
to run away.

or three

a kiss or two or three
is a bit too much for me to see
but now i'm washing it away
by watching this with glee

Finally

Staring at the clock;
Tears well up and fall.
Don't know how long I've been waiting;
Don't think I can give it my all
Anymore.

Fingering our one photo;
Breathes build up to sigh.
Don't have the courage to give you up,
But I really don't want to cry
Anymore.

This is my last resort -
Then I swear that I'll move on.
If you still feel the same afterward,
I'll promise to be gone.

This is my one last try,
And I hope that it'll make you see;
Because though I can be gone to you,
You could never leave from me.

aged

i feel like an old woman -
my bones ache
no bandage in the world
could hold down that quake
and i'm overdue for another.

i feel like i'm simply aged -
my blood hurts
no bandage in the world
can hold down that burst
that has so long been smothered.

i can only think of one comfort
that has helped me through this stage.
i am not alone in this;
you too are aged.

tickle spot

a slender finger tapping keys
a quivered flick above the knees
a sly caress across the thighs
a shy avoidance of the eyes

it should come across as no surprise
that i can't answer to your moaned replies
with anything but the most pained pleas
while you but only please with ease

if you would, could you just stop
tickling me in all those spots?

not again

chili mango hits my brain
i think the manga's making me insane
the break's going to end very soon
i'll be working 16 hours past noon
then off to school.

again, i've missed the poem's post,
but that is not what matters most.

pet

the puppy eyes beg
yet master won't yield
it uses whimpers to attack
and growls as a shield

a simple puppy pout
and the master gives out
all it takes is a yip
for that bacon strip

waffle cone

two vendors side by side
until a sad ordeal
the ice cream vendor, out of cups
the waffle vendor, syrup gone
and so they waited on and on
but neither could sell a single meal

then, a eureka moment
(as nahim, the narrator, did describe)
and the two sputtered quite furiously
more than a priest on a diatribe

after much sputter and squealing and sighs
the two looked at their creation they equally owned
much to the customers' delight and customers' surprise
ice cream was now served on a waffle cone

the apartment

dishwasher broken
the only con insofar

hot cheetos puffs for the taking
avocado milkshakes in the making
i think i like this place.

Pirates

Roaming the oceans upon carved boats
Searching for treasure at every chance
Defying defenses created by moats
Seeking treasure with every glance

Killing for pleasure
Pillaging for gold
Living without a care
Dying without growing old

But best of all,
That wooden leg,
Which stands them tall,
Is a total chick magnet.

a/n: thanks, albert. (;

chocolate

kisses melt in my mouth
sugar my diction
sweeten my voice

i wash it down with water
not a good choice.

gaming

is a bad thing
especially when you end up playing
for five hours straight
and forget about your poem
for the day

well
back to playing.

sadly

sadly, i can say
that today
i'm tired.
sadly, i can tell
that today
you are too.

a lie and a cheat

i can cheat
right on beat
i can lie
eye to eye
without stalling
or blinking
no hesitating
or thinking

the trouble i have
comes when i try to stay true
my real self is too
bland to impress you

so instead, i will press these illusions
into your mind
at least then you will think
i'm the best girl you can find

diminishing

my thighs ache
my hands shake
i am awfully tired today

today, caffeine has no effect
a minute's walk's the longest trek
every action involves delay

delay it not,
i implore,
do come back
to me for
i fear soon i'll crack
under this deficiency

i just have no energy
when you aren't beside me

Game Time

I look his way;
He looks away.
I look straight on,
But he looks down to his laces.
His heart races.
His face flushes.

Infatuation. Too bad for him.
He quickly blushes, and I'm assured.
I note his actions mentally -
Another toy for when I'm bored.

The Click

Assassinate my heart, dear;
Your finger's on the trigger anyway,
And I'm just waiting for the click
That will send the silver bullet my way.

Why so pale?
Your cheeks live for that flush of red,
And if you're gone,
What will it matter if I'm dead?

Either way,
You'll be the reason I disappear;
But if I had a choice,
I'd rather die,
Looking you in the eye.

Lose your hesitance,
And assassinate me this instance,
Dear.

Critics

Can you hear them?

They are the snakes that hiss
When you purr.
They are the kittens that insist
You're a cur.
They are the dogs that bite
Before howl.
They are the wolves whose fight
Lies in prowl.

But you are a savage,
Equal or more.
Your job is to ravage,
Attack, fight, and pour
Your heart and soul
Into what lies in store
For you.

It's not whether you can hear them that counts,
But whether you can hear them,
Then still pounce.

keyboard thoughts

life needs a shift
so i can move from all the things that are happening

life needs a control
so i can determine all the things that'll happen

life needs a backspace
so i can delete all the bad things that have happened

life needs a pause
so i can print screen
and reflect

but life only guarantees me an end.

you put the plus in plus size (;

you can crunch all your carrots
you can try to slim down
yet you'll still be embarrassed
you've always been round

you can commit to a diet
you can try hard to hide it
but it's so obvious
you're so gluttonous

but with such a big bust
though your size is a plus
what's so wrong
with being voluptuous?

it's just more to love.

gossip

down the grapevine
goes the red wine
bloody, bitter, full of pining
for the stars that are aligning
all around your silver lining
and yet
never a fortunate sign

maybe

did you know you were my first love, babe?
but now that we're going separate ways
i'd just like to say

that you were my baby
the guy who i thought was maybe
the one that'd be for me

because, baby
those nights out on the veranda
the days marked in my planner
the hours of our laughter
our sought for happily after
these times just made me think
that we had some kind of link

but my words have always been slurred
my vision, too much blurred
i guess i always knew you'd prefer
to go to her

yet i can still feel my heart stir
i can still feel it beat within me
when i think: maybe.

because you were my first love, baby.

(;

craving

the candy it depended
on all her dollar bills
the more the dollar bills
the more cavities to fill

glory days

The glory days have come and gone,
And now that you are all alone,
You feel even clearer the agony,
And the chills in every single bone.

What happened to the glory days
When you success could not avoid?
What happened now? You seem so beaten,
And every attempt is every cloyed.

Can you bring them back?
The glory days?
Can you change your submitted ways?
Or will you forever stay
In this malaise?

Because though glory days have gone on leave,
History often repeats.

i sense sad

it's no fun
unless i know how she looks
it's quite tasteless
unless i know how she cooks
it's not worth it
if i can't hear her speak
it's not doable
if she's someone who'll reek
and however she feels
should be directed by me.

really.
it's just my form of honesty.
i'm picky, temperamental,
i complain and i whine.
but it's fine.
the problem's not mine.

is it my fault she fell?
i'm not obliged to help her up.

yet again

'don't forget your poem'
a reminder every night
when i notice it at 11:50,
my face often pales to white
because admittedly, i would forget
if it were not for his message sent
and though every night, i say i'll remember,
it happens yet again

chime

a harmony of chimes;
is it a crime
to sit
mesmerized
by their song?
is it wrong
to stand
hypnotized
by their voice?
yet, what choice
do i have
but to stay chained
when you've claimed
all i once claimed free
with your melody?

Lies

be yourself
they'd always say
when i tried to keep
my words at bay

and then i do
and surprise, surprise
they just reply
with outraged cries

and thus,
i do not seem to see
how, in being someone
that's not me,
it aids my soul
when i know
instead of flawed,
you would prefer
facade.

a/n: awww. i really did have this before 12. ]: then i started watching lady gaga videos. fml.

edit: LOL. i guess if you start a post early, but you publish it after, it counts from when you started the post. O___O

You Cursed Means Me Blessed

I must protest;
This is not your best
Suggestion.
If you can infest
My sanctuary's crest,
It begs the question:
Did you create this mess?

I must protest
Against this grotesque
Suggestion.
Do not get careless;
I refuse to let you rest;
It is out of the question -

You are wholly, and only mine to caress.

more than roses

i request
just one thing
pale blue
delicate
pentpetals
wilt worthy
muddy
dirty
but a bouquet,
okay?

i'd like a lot
for you
to

ambivalence

why the face?
you enjoyed it, that's for sure
when i saw your countenance
though the joy was a blur
it was more distinct
than the lack i see
when you are with me,

so why so down?
i'm gone,
and in my place
you deserve a grin.
it'll light you up
more than i ever could.

theft of time

so, i'd like to thank albert for posting up blank posts so when i got back from the academic decathlon state competition, i'd have something with which to put up my poems. thanks.

we got 9th place overall! :] along with a nice little plaque.

---

a journey come
and journey go;
the one with the bumps
is the most exciting
the one with the valleys
the most thrilling
the one with the thefts
is the one stealing
away your body
to turn it to a spirit
so never fear it

grindstone

an alcoholic aura wafts under my nose
it fills it too fully like a scent of a rose
several grindstones turn and they mash
tipsies and gypsies spinning to crash

i sharpen my weapon
and impale the fun

kohl

dark bags
black circles
green glow
natron, dear,
will dry your tears
so the eyeliner
will not smear.

a lack of health

a strain of sugar
makes blood wet
drinks my health
and to my death

deja vu

deja vu
a nostalgic feel
that makes minds stew
and makes hearts reel
a hotel room
quite dressed in red
though bleeding now
has already bled

deja vu
every little detail
is something that i do recall
and yet, i sadly must admit
in one aspect, it irks me a bit
it is only me who can see
so now, this lovely room is lonely

I Missed You Once Again

What timing!
I missed you by an hour.
And still, I wonder what our
Relationship would be like if
I did not miss you by that minute -
That small fraction of time that seems as minute
As this message said just too late:
I'm still missing you every second.

Never Merry

She is one use,
Fun and loose,
The one to date
And to make merry;
Dilly dally,
Rave and rally,
Quite convenient,
Awfully lenient -
If you feel lust,
She is a must.

Then,
When you are done
With your fun,
She is a quick discarding,
And an easy parting
(For you, at least -
She cries and weeps).

But you are not to blame
For her dear heart's halt.
They would think the same -
After all, is it your fault

She is one use,
Fun and loose -
The one to date
But never marry?

animal blood

covers the floor
splatters the woodgrain
streaks on the door
drip drops like rain
so much to gain
so much to see
so little to lose
simply one's sanity

when will i win? D:

nearly forgotten
once more
reminders soar
temptations fought then
lost against
six pence
says i'll lose again

Choke

Screaming, wheezing,
Gasping for breath;
Sinking in air;
Can't break the surface,
And each wave
Just keeps washing me down;
I cannot swim
When you aren't around.
I'm bound to drown
down down down
down down
down

a learning experience

lips are burning;
stomach churning;
eyes are teary;
sight is bleary;
teeth are tingling;
ears are ringing;
i lose all sense in my left foot.

don't order orochon's special number 2,
or it will be the death of you.

Abort Mission.

Eyes glaze
And see,
But do not
Observe;
Eyes rise
And see -
I lose every
Bit of nerve
That I had mustered
Up in the last few minutes.
I am the end of my wits.
My sanity is now but a wisp,
Soon to dissolve like any common vapor.
Why am I waiting?
There's nothing to wait for.

I retreat.
Our eyes never meet.

Seams Sew

After that last stitch,
I imagined I'd be happy -
But apparently, I'm not.
After that last suture,
I envisioned relief,
But I'm still anxious a lot;
Because though the cloth's been cut and sewn
It has not changed that I'm alone.

And then I think of
What you were really like
Before infatuation took over;
That you're clearly unsuited
To be anyone's lover -

And yet,
My heart cannot
But wonder a beat quite wayward
From those thoughts of my head:

Can you be tailored?

Because I've readied my thread.

I Taunt to Tank

Your very lips
Seem to haunt
My mind with their
Seductive taunt,
And it's not just that
Which makes me swear
You taunt me
By just being there;

But I refuse to lose,
So I whisper to you:

"I have a secret...
Did you know..."
I smile knowingly,
Stopping my words.
You salivate over
What you've heard;
You are hungry with curiosity;
You're suspended in anxiety.
"Oh... You'd like to
Know my sweet secret?"
You nod quite furiously
At the words I've just said.

Then I laugh and walk away from you,
And now, like me, you're taunted too.

To My Amusement

You don't have to attempt to amuse
Through actions of a silly fashion;
You don't have to light a fuse
To start a fiery, burning passion.
Simply speaking,
You are you,
And I simply
Could not ask for more -
To ask of Cinderella one more chore!
To ask a man to try to choose
Between the intimacy of Watteau's art
Or morals from the ones by Greuze!

So away your candle
And your doings, do handle, for
You don't have to light a fuse
To be the one I call my muse.

distilled spirits

happy hour
lifts my spirits
but i do fear it
when it turns sour
then my hour
is simply laced
with a bland and
distilled
waste

]:

siigh. today was a bad day. :|
i've been tired lately a lot,
and because my memory's been shot,
it's not my fault i forgot. |:

Filled with Emptiness

Is the glass
Half empty
Or half full?

You'd be a fool
To think either way.

Because no matter how you look at it;
No matter what they say,

That glass is definitely
Broken.

Malaise

Do you ever get that feeling
That you're just watching a movie
Or reading a book
Or listening to a song,
And it's about you,
But you can't control it?
I know I'm not the only one.

Today my wind-up toy
Moved an inch or two forward;
But I never wound it.

Today I felt my heart
Pounding in my chest hard;
But I never found it.

I wonder...
Whose did I steal?

But it must be defective -
I still cannot feel.

Not Very

How lucky do you think people get in life
With all the things that happen every day and night;
The things that make you want to sob and weep;
The things that make life less worth to keep?

How lucky do you think people get in the world?
Does that one guy ever get his girl?
And if he gets her will she really stay,
Or will she just disappear the next day?

How fortunate is someone as dreary as me?
Do you ever think of me in your dreams?
But I doubt I ever seep into your mind at all.

I am one unlucky girl it seems.

I Can Tell With You

Can you tell when my eyes are dry,
The days they’ve puffed and days they’ve cried?
Can you speak for all my weeks
Plumbers could not stop my tear ducts’ leaks?

Can you feel that I am exhausted
The times I try to look enthusiastic?
Can you touch my saran wrapped heart
The moments I keep my countenance plastic?

Can you see when I fake laughs
That inside I am far from glee?
But perhaps that is too much to ask;
You could never look to me.

Butterflies

Spiders eating all the flies
Caught and stuck in webs of cries;
Mosquitoes sucking all my juice;
Cockroaches tittering when let loose.

They're laughing at me.
These bugs.
These insects.
These arachnids.
These people.
I can see their malicious grins.
I can see their vicious smiles.
I can see their nefarious smirks,
But yours is by far the most vile.

Because you love me
Optimistically;
Idealistically;
Anything but
Realistically.

Rubato

It stretched
and stretched
and stretched;
then snapped.
Thus,
was our
relationship
recapped.

Click.

The mud on the floor's
Like a sepia photograph,
And the rain from the sky
Is like my camera's flash.

Why did you have to snap?
I can't help it if I wasn't ready.
Where was the countdown?
You couldn't keep the focus steady.

It's just another blurry memory.

Pursed Lips

You are quite a man,

man purse
pursed lips
lipstick
sticky notes
notebook
book cover
cover for me
don't discover
what all the others
already show

But you are not the man I know.

Tone Deaf

This song's been stuck in my head all day,
And it's hard to mask.
This melody's been weaving through my brain,
So I just have to ask:
Where did it go?
Where is my harmony?
Why did you go?
Why did you have to leave me?
Where is my accompaniment?
You could have told me
Where you went
Instead of leaving me
To compose within my mind,
A symphony
Which, as time is spent,
Grows more dissonant.

This song's been stuck in my head all day;
It just won't pass.

ambrosia

i buy you
over
and over
and over
again.

i use you.
admittedly,
you're quite
nice.

i come
for happy hour;
i come
when full price.
i come on holidays;
i come on weeknights.

i come
to see you,
to kiss you,
to embrace you.

you would rather
look over me,
miss me,
release me,
tease me
relentlessly;
steal every penny
and dollars many.

but your finger tracing
is so heart racing.

all you need is to insist,
and i fail to resist;
and when you dangle those lips,
i'd be a fool not to sip.

Bedtime Fantasies

Brush your teeth!
Don't be lackadaisical,
Because dreams can be
Awfully magical.
Floss them well!
You can never tell
What dreamy knight
You'll kiss tonight.

---

a/n: i hope he's hawt tonight. *_* i have ~5 hours to dream. ;D a lot can happen.

Gluttonous

Garments twisting -
Gasping, turning;
Acid insisting -
Lurching, burning.

Only a taste.
Simply a lick -
A flick; an embrace
Of more than just arms.

Inhalation of scents;
Aromas of heat;
Slightly sticky,
Stickily sweet.
Sensations basked light,
Crevice unhallowed,
Begins with a bite;
Ends with a swallow.

flames

scented candles
one by one
like dominoes
tumble down
a chain effect
that ends in smoke
that burns all love
and melts my hope

Loss of a Loss

What a fun day today
But I did indeed forget
So now I need to pay
With something I need not yet
Time is diminishing
And I am finishing

---

LOL. THANKS ALBERT. So like, I was at Patty's debutante, and as my parents were driving me home around 11:54, I suddenly recalled that I had not done my poem for the day yet. So in a desperate rush, I made up a desperate couplet, and called Andy to ask Albert to log into my blog and type up:

Today was a fun day;
Hope it stays that way.

However, it seems Albert misread the message and made up this gorgeous poem. But since this is an edit, and I made it up yesterday, MY POEM STILL COUNTS FOR YESTERDAY. :D LOOPHOLES FTW.

Divine

A pretty vine,
But just for looks,
Wraps its fingers
Around your crooks,
And ever shaken
You're hers for taking
And for sucking
Out your juices;
To twist your neck
With the chloro-nooses
Of her lips.

Take some sips,
And you'll last
A bit longer.
Breath some dioxide -
Maybe you'll grow
A bit stronger.
But just a bit,
No matter how fit.

You can
Soak in some light,
Put up a fight,
But try as you might,
You just won't best this
Parasite.

Confusion

Tomorrow, I have a Calculus Quiz,
And I have no idea about its stuff.
I also have a biology lab packet due,
But it confuses me and is awfully tough.

Someone please help.
I'm awfully perplexed.

Tomorrow, I have 4 chapters of questions
That I need to answer for a novel we're reading.
I also have to patch up my heart because
For some reason it's been perpetually bleeding.

Someone please help.
I'm feeling the effects
Of delirium.
You are clearly numb
To my pleas.

But Still Cute

Dirty wallet,
Not so bright,
But round the heart:
A ring of white.
Polka dotty,
Broken pouch,
All is falling
Down and out.

-

A/N: Here's your dirty poem, Albert. :)

A Sinuous Song

Have I shown up in your dreams lately?
Or have I become that matter which
Fuels your nightmares -
That binds you down;
That constricts you tightly;
That mars you nightly?
A slither more than whisper?
Then I'd rather be in neither.

This is a goodbye ballad,
Because you should stay away,
Before you can't escape
Anymore.

This is a sayonara serenade,
Because I'd hate to wait
And see me poison the one I
Adore.

So go. Go on.
Don't think I care;
Don't think I mind;
Don't mind my salivating stare,
Because if I gave a hiss,
Would I be singing this
Swan song?

Wait. My mistake.
The swan was long eaten
By this snake.

Lost

Did I finally lose my chance?
To spark what's now a nonexistent romance?
Or did I simply leave myself free
For a better opportunity?

I'd like to think the latter,
Because the truth only leaves
Me sadder.

I Can Cook Too, Damn It.

Olived oranges
Cooked quite sweet,
Garnished gently,
Put over meat.

Quite a dish,
And of my own make,
Yet you won't eat it
Whether broiled or baked.

You could be
A little more
Appreciative of me.

Beat, But Not Beaten

Folding napkins
At a camp;
Run through rain;
Jump over a ramp;
Late night gaming;
Low lit lamp;
Choosing Monster
Over Amp.

Rain soaked shoes,
Green inked feet,
Naps on bus bed,
Feeling beat.

I can sleep now.

--

A/N: Ehehe. Sorry for the recent listy, stream-of-conscious-y poems. Too tired to write in full sentences. x.x

Orly Nao?

Skeptical -
Then very freaked;
At that moment,
My fear peaked.
Adrenaline rush -
Fully awake;
A terrified feeling
I cannot shake.
Sweaty palms -
Shallow breaths;
Far from what
I call my best.

And then
You come around.
I calm down.

Then I remember,
You're the reason
Panic struck me.
I look at you
Skeptically.

Be My Beast

Are you so afraid
As to not look me in the eye?
In my opinion, no offense,
You're the one who terrifies.

Who's going to want
Your ugly body? deformed face?
And with those features,
You're a waste
To the human race.

I'll just disillusion you now:
When they say you're cute,
They're lying.
When they say you're handsome,
They're just trying
To be nice.
Yes. All of them.
They're all telling you white lies.
I'm the only one kind
Enough to turn your mind wise.

Seriously.
Why do you even try
With your shit physiognomy?
But since I'm so generous,
I'll allow you to be with me.

So just stay with me.

Do Wind Us Up Again

Tampered hands;
Recycled clock -
Side by side,
We would tic-talk.
Both on twelve;
Ephemerally napped,
You and I,
We overlapped;
Then off you went -
Looked quite ticked -
Across from me,
Upon the six.

Then time stopped.

You're a little too far
From me nowadays.

Don't Make Me Say It Twice

I told you a long time ago
That I'm ready to jump.
I told you a while back
I'm ready to dive.
Just moments ago,
You were the one waiting.
Then why is it now
That you're hesitating?

I told you ahead of time
That I'm down to go.
I told you before you asked
I'm willing to follow.
Just moments ago,
You were so prepared.
What's happened to you
To make you so scared?

Though I may not know what's
Glued your feet to the floor,
And though I may not be
As much of a comfort anymore,
I can still lend you my hand.
That much I know.

Test me.
Do it.

I don't mind saying
I told you so.

PokeLOVE?

Oh, how can I resist
That one buffet
That fills me up every time?
How can I not be jealous
Of those chinky eyes?
That eyeful tail?

With blue skin even more
Intense in its hue than
The hide of a Na'vi;
With a smile more
Sexy and serrated than a saw -
You hold me in awe.
It's true.

Wobbuffet:
I choose you.

---

A/N: Ehehehe. This is dedicated to my ex-hub, Winnie Liu, who wanted a poem that incorporated Wobbuffet. :/ It's written in her perspective. :D And I decided to keep it PG this time. SORRY.

Missing a Just

Always there,
But never near;
Always by,
But never here.

Do you want me on my knees?
Shall I cry a hiccuped please?

You're so selfish, picky, arrogant;
It's so obvious we were never meant
To be.

So please stop being there for me.

Mealtime!

Have you ever kissed the sky
On a gray and gloomy day?
Did you know it tastes the same
As the brightest day of may?

It's different when with you;
Though delicious when depressed,
You taste awfully better whenever
You're seasoned with happiness.

ARRRgh.

A pirate's life,
You live for sure,
And rarely do you
Land on shore,
But the times you have,
It's made me mad.
You never fail
To leave me sad.

You steal the air with which I breathe,
My locked up heart is what you thieve,
You heist the mask that disguises me,
Among several other acts of larceny.

And it's driving me crazy.

But If You Do, I Have Some Tissue

Cheer up - don't cry.
I know today you're feeling blue,
And though I don't know what is so bad,
Though I don't know what's bothering you -
Cheer up and don't cry.

Maybe you made a silly mistake
That has consequences not quite as silly?
Perhaps you hurt a person's feelings -
Since I know you'd never want to really.
Just maybe it was a pretty bad test
That you might have failed or just got a D?
Perhaps today you could not breathe
And felt imprisoned and far from free.

But though I know you want to frown,
I selfishly have to implore you to resist,
Because that will get me just as depressed
And your bright, cute smile is sorely missed.

So cheer up and don't cry,
Or I think I just might die.

Dream Maker

Stop it with the sweet talk;
I don't care for any sugar coats.
I don't want your thornless roses
Or flowered rhetoric bloomed on notes.
I don't want to hear your careless flirts
Which leave me with my heartbeats frail.
I don't want to hear your loving lies
That leave me nervous, weak, and pale.

Why again? Why so affected?
I've heard it from all the other men.
I know for sure you're just the same,
And I'd rather it never happen again.

Honestly, they're all just illusions -
Every one just a part of my fantasies;
So if you become my next delusion,

How will you take responsibility?

To Lend a Shoulder

Acceptance sits on his right shoulder;
Denial stands on his left, chest puffed.
Acceptance tells him what he knows,
Denial persuades that he's still loved.

He's so tired of saying, "please, come back",
And her apologies, he would rather never hear.
With each new sorry his heart turns more black,
And Denial more readily appears,
With his sadistic grin,
Telling him:
"There's still hope;
There's still a chance;
To regenerate
This dead romance."

And I think it could've been something to believe,
If he wasn't laughing so hysterically.

Fairy Fail

Dear fairy godmother,
I'm ready for my fairy tale.
Please get me, soon,
A handsome, knightly male.
Is it too much for me to be a wife,
Since I've only swept ashes all my life?
Please - I'm ready to lose my glassy shoe;
My fairy tale has long been due.

Dear missus witch,
Please cast a spell
So a prince can come,
Then make things well.
Fairy godmother's failed to show,
And you're the only other one I know
Who clearly has the powers to
Spark my fairy tale long since due.

Dear missus witch,
It was awfully unique
Of you to turn me into
A bird with no beak,
And though I am a sight
Hard for a prince to miss,
Where ever shall he
Ever kiss?

I Blame You

I think I'll lose every thing
I'm supposed to find;
I think I'll cross every line
That I should stay behind;
Because you're just worth
Every action that I should never do -
I'd do anything I could
If I could just reach out to you.

But no matter how I reach,
You're just beyond my fingertips.
What exactly do I have to do
To get you to read my lips

That say:
I think I'll kill every thing
I'm supposed to save;
I think I'll speak out all the secrets
I should take to my grave;
Because you're just worth
Every action that should never be -
I'd do anything I could
If I could get you to love me.

Analogy Spree

When... when you talk about other guys,
It feels like I'm a ninja spy
On an extremely important mission -
But just as it's about to be completed
A flurry of rhinos run over my tree
And I die, defeated.

Then, when you joke you hate me,
Though it's a joke, I feel like
A teacher who has to go to the restroom badly,
But when she finally makes it there
And closes the stall door
She ends up having to stare
At sharpie'd slander about herself.

But just one nice comment from you,
And my heart turns pink from blue,
Like a blue bird who has too many tomatoes
And cherries and lovers and turns rose
From all the hue and blush of them,
Or like a rainbow tired of frowning
Who finally decides to straighten up
Or maybe curve upward as its ends rise
And feels more worthy than all the gold
It has at its demise.

Um. Do you get what I'm trying to say?
Oh... no? Well, I supposed that's okay.
Well... just, sorry for the bad analogies.
But you must admit - they're better than Garvey's.

:D

I Hate You.

Andy, I hate you.
Stop lagging the screen.
I don't even see myself die.
It's awfully mean.

I could just phaseshift
To avoid your whole spell,
But along with that lag,
It just doesn't work well.

And so I end up angry
And screaming out, "Fuck!"
For ruining my game as Puck,
Andy, you fucking suck.

Well Plade

LemonADE!
LemonADE for sale!
You don't like it too yellow?
Then would you prefer
LimeADE! LimeADE for sale!
Only a nickel - oh!
You're quite a fickle doe -
You don't like it too sour?
Well, you won't even pucker with our
OrangeADE! OrangeADE for sal-

Are you kidding me?
You don't like it too sweet?
What're you doing at my booth
If you have such a bittertooth?
What I think is that you don't need ade,
But rather, aid, or to get laid,
Or a... a...

Oh. Is that what you wanted made?
You should've said that in the first place -
How could you be afraid
To ask for some of our delicious
SerenADE?

It's on me.

Too Close for Comfort

I love a big audience
at my feet;
To them I can perform
On pitch, on beat -
But when it's just you,
I can barely think;
When it's so close and personal
How can I sing?

Close and personal -
I can hardly breathe,
I can hardly hum,
And when you leave,
My lips are still numb,
My palms are still sweaty,
My throat is still parched,
My heartbeat still unsteady.

However, when you're gone,
Whether with myself or a crowd,
I can deliver just fine -
Quite clearly and proud.

Too bad all I've ever really wanted to do
Is sing a song just for you.

You Dork.

Did I ever tell you
That you're such a dork?
Except without those
Cute, clumsy actions?

Did I ever tell you
That you're such a nerd?
Except not nearly
Quite as smart.

Did I ever tell you
That you're such a geek?
Except you don't work
The clothes as well?

Oh - I haven't?
Then now's the time to tell.

You're a dork, nerd, geek -
Without any of their cuter qualities,
But despite your weirdness,
I may have the biggest oddity.
Despite all your faults,
And despite my lack thereof,
For some odd reason
You're still the one I love.

Pah. Who Needs Your Grass?

Golden blades
Are strewn about.
I rest upon them;
Some crunch under my weight;
Others scratch me.
I look above
And see a light at the end.
I roll over
And see some green at the end.
It may always be
On the other side,
But I am content
With where I lie.

You Take Too Long

Early to sleep, early to wake,
Makes a person
Wise, bright, and great.

Late to sleep, late to wake,
Is what you do -
But I'm willing to wait.

The Inside is Not Enough

They say beauty is just skin deep -
Only the inside really matters.
But a disfigured or a gorgeous woman?
Most would prefer the latter.

So though, personality wise,
I think I could match up to you,
I'd like to be more beautiful
On the outside too.

A nose job would be pretty nice;
Liposuction makes bigger chances;
Rhinoplasty's worth its price;
Breast augmentation creates romances.

Nowadays, I simply dream
Of being the one made for you.
With money and some plastic surgery,
My dream could finally come true.

I'd be more beautiful
On the outside too.

Lollipops

Today Leanna gave me a bag of lollipops.

I had a lot of fun with them.
Got to suck, lick, bite them.
Pretty sweet, but a little sticky.
But if you were to say they're icky.
It'd be a sign that you're picky.

But though each one was pretty small,
With so many, I had a ball.

Feeling a Bit Sour.

A friend once said,
"When life gives you lemons,
Make lemonade."

But what if I don't have the ice?
Because I'm just not cool enough?
And what if I don't have the sugar?
Because life lacks that sweet touch?

The best I can do is lemon juice.

Time to Make My Point

To every murder, there is
A mean, a method, and a motive.

I've been planning this out
While trying to look passive,
And I know it's worked because
You don't seem to suspect a thing.
My mean, I think, should be
Classy and unexpected for killing.
Like maybe a really sharp pencil
With which to gouge out your eyes.
My method is to get you a little tipsy
Then stab you until you cannot rise.

But what of my motive? My reason of thirst?
Simply because it was my heart murdered first.

A Calculating Romance

Lust is like a quiz in math,
Inducing such an erroneous wrath;
Love is like a math test -
I really swear I try my best.
But I always seem to make mistakes,
Though I don't skip on double-checking,
And it's always, always the little things
That add up and ruin everything.

I mean, there are really many parallels.
There's subtraction involved,
Like his money from his wallet,
And problems are solved,
Like my empty stomach,
And derivatives related,
Like the downhill slope we encounter
Like any pair of star-crossed lovers ill-fated,
After passing our maximum extrema of the graph,
The point we reach right before
You leave me limited, wanting more,
And approach my love life's exit door.

The only difference is that
Though I don't mind failing love or lust,
Passing calculus is a must.

A/N: Stupid math homework. ): 6 more problems to go. t_t

Dying for You - Wait, No. Just Dead.

Pushing daisies,
Six feet under,
Melting hearts,
And souls asunder.

Never finding what I sought,
I feel my skin about to rot.
Cold and callous, love dismissed,
Your frosty words cause rigor mortis.

What does it matter if I have died?
It will not change how I behave.
Mark my words, my deadly dear,
I’ll love you from within the grave.

I'd Rather Shoot You, Than Shoot You a Smile

A tisket, a tusket,
Let me find a musket,
So I can shoot when you see me
Instead of smiling painfully.

A/N: I like that my title is half the length of my poem. :D

You're Such a Possum

My dog, Champ is mixed.
She's a Chihuahua and something else
That I really don't know;
But I've had her since she was a little puppy
And it's been a lot of fun watching her grow.

This morning she found a possum -
So she's very useful too -
But she can't help but bark at them,
So sorry she barked at you.

Replaceable

'Hold-off-able?'
That's laughable.
As if I'd let you
Hold off on me.

So what if you now have a new girl?
A new toy with which to play?
With whom you may just have your way?
So now I'm a back up?
The rebound?
The one who has to wait,
Just in case your highness
Might screw something up
Or decide she isn't fit your palate?
Well, have some more cheese with that whine,
Dear sir, for at this rate,
You'll be the one that's late,
Because you have to remember,
I'm not that patient or easy,
Whereas you are just easily hard.

'Hold-off-able?'
That's laughable.
You're the one
Who's replaceable.

Apology in Poem Form

I know I should write a poem daily but
I'm exhausted, weary, tired tonight,
So I'm going to cheat and call it a day
And write a better poem tomorrow, aite?

This daily poem thing is much harder than I thought.
Seems I get writer's block a lot.

Craving

fuego.
crunchy.
lemon.
sour.

lick.
consume.
bite.
devour.

To eat Takis
Is my current wish,
But I wouldn't mind you
As a side dish.

Wet Socks Make Me Angry

I like socks.
I really do - I'm not joking.
But what I really do not like
Is when they are soaking.

Squish squish squish -
Doesn't that annoy you?
It definitely annoys me especially
When it's also soaking the shoe.

Such a bother!
So infuriating!
What did I ever do
To deserve such a thing?
Who left that puddle on the floor?
Who decided to let it rain?
Whether my socks will get wet
Is something only I should ordain!

I like socks.
I really do - I swear.
I wear them everywhere.

I like socks.
It's something on
Which you can bet.

But please,
Just don't let
Them get
Fucking
Wet.

---

A/N: Wow, writing a poem a day really makes one run out of things to say. *_* Thanks, Albert, for this lovely topic.

Gum

On days like this,

I like to chew gum,

Simply because

There’s nothing better to do.

On days like this,

I’d rather chew gum –

I mean, it’s better than

Thinking of you.

And I wish I could just blow up

Every memory of us I’ve got,

So like a bubble of gum

They simply could pop.

But the only thing that’s similar

To the gum I like to chew

Is that all I can think about

Is that sticky mess of you.

Albert, the King

“Answer swiftly”, said the queen
With quavering eyes, looking keen.
“Will you come, or will you not?
Will you fix what you have wrought?
Albert, dear, our kingdom lies
In a myriad of desperate cries –
Children scream, and widows weep.
How many more will Death reap?
The fault of this war lies in you,
And you know the right thing to do.”

And answered swiftly, said the king,
“Go away. I’m DotA-ing.”

My Raincoat

My paper airplane
Is flying through a sky blue wall.
What have I ever gained
From watching cloud blocks fall?

Water vapor
Crawls up on my skin;
Rain drops scatter
Dancing with the wind.

And I’ve wondered
For all these years;
And I’ll ponder
Until my sky clears;
But while it’s stormy
And while it’s still gray,
Could you be my raincoat
For one more day?

Sniffles and Sneezles

I am not in band, nor choir, nor orchestra,

But I must say, my elective is even greater,

Trumping even the cyclical beats of

A marimba with a calabash resonator.

Though generally quiet and generally calm,

As seasons vary, our class goes along,

For in times of pollen and California cold,

Our transformation is one to behold.

With the advent of bacteria jogging afloat,

We become a nuanced nation nodding with notes.

The coughing chorus begins its lines:

Hitting highs with sniffles and sneezes,

Wet wheezes and whines,

And blessings from the father of Jesus.

Hocus, pocus, focused mucus;

Phrygian phlegm;

Now and then, a muffled ‘ahem’.

The Riley administration must issue

A quota for the supply of tissue.

And so, still smart, though sick,

Children bring stacks

In bags of plastic.

And despite the bacteria running amuck,

Healthy bodies solely from luck,

The harmonious hacks from back to back;

This is my song: acadec.

What useless project am I up to now?

It's a new year. On new year's day, someone asked me what my resolution was. It was then I realized that I didn't have one.

That is, I didn't have one until today. I was sifting through old files (mostly dorky poems), when I recalled an old idea - to blog a poem a day. So I decided, why not try it? :)

I realize I'm 2 days off the new year, so I'll have three old poems up for today. Then I'll try writing a poem a day! I haven't gone on a poetry writing spree in a long time.