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.