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.

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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

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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.

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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.

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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.