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.

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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.