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