Once upon a time…
There was a Chocolate bar...
Seeking for artistic inspiration…
Had the boldness to mess up my brain...
Designing me a heart infection.
Was it all fiction?
Maybe it was or maybe not…
Like my 1st addition...
The Winter is gone,
roses smell of sugar and spring
but they will wilt and wither if they are not new.
chocolates taste creamy and bitter and sweet
yet they too will disappear; they simply won't do.
diamonds sparkle with the beauty of the earth
but even they dull in comparison to you.
when i have woes weighing on my heart
you listen, and that's enough
When Feb-the-fourteenth calls,
Behead the roses for the cause.
And when the crimson colour blooms,
Crush the cocoa and milk-infuse.
The day the diners rub elbows,
Mine the gold for knee-bent shows.
When the need for romance spikes,
Pay for words that Hallmark writes.
And let the men show they care,
One single day per-calendar-year.
It beguiles that this day exists,
Where expensive gifts outshine a kiss.
Do you mind if I just make a pact?
To love today, tomorrow, beyond and back.
A bubbling goodness,
and some simmering heat,
like the melting of heaven
that just can't be beat,
so sickeningly sweet,
In swirls of deep Cocoa,
and fresh Vermont cream,
my homemade hot chocolate,
is like sipping a dream,
A warm and delicious place to escape,
come in from the cold of the world,
in a ball on the couch,
where I sit and I sip,
with my cat where he is,
as he's curled,
He's up on my lap,
as I give him a pat,
on his thankful and sweet little head,
and I say that I'm thankful for all
and for our comfy warm little bed,
and I watch it snow - at last,
I listen to music that's alive in this place,
a friendly sweet smile comes to my face,
I say me a thank you,
to whoever will hear,
I hear comfort whispered again in my ear,
and I feel a beautiful moment of peace.
Ma Cherie © 2017
Yes, I admit it
I am that typical girl
Who waits for the prince
To show up
And in my dreams
He rides a horse
And brings roses
Before it's too late
The prince is
Terrified of horses,
Allergic to roses
And disgusts chocolate?
Life is not a fairy tale!
Why didn't anyone
Tell me that the world
Is not a cliché?
if life is like a box of chocolates
and i will never know what i’ll get,
how long do i have to await
the poisoned one?
or is every piece filled
with a little bit of poison
that takes eighty years to kill
or seventy five
you ever wake up at 6 am on a holiday
and try to force yourself back to sleep?
bur your body just refuses and insists
to slouch into the arms of your mind
the arms of your mind that keep you
in shackles of an uncertain next second
what if a bomb goes off
what if an earthquake happens
what if that plane in the sky i hear crashes into my window
what if my neighbours die
what if someone is murdered in front of my eyes
what if what if what if
this uncertain next second is certain
to be the cradle i lay in as i take my last breath
will you say goodbye?
or will you walk by like you’ve always done?
will you fulfill the hunger at the pit of my stomach?
will you play my favourite songs at my funeral?
(will there even be a funeral?
do you know my favourite songs?)
this uncertain next second will sing me to slumber
and shake me awake at 6 am on a holiday
remind me of my 2 am poetry
and put my body in your hands to carry.
They all love ocean blue eyes,
& his are -jaded-emerald-green.
While some prefer more of an aquamarine,
others are partial to shades of chocolates & coffees,
or irises embroidered w/ amber, pools honeyed hazel..
or those sugared, marbled, or satin gray.
Many are more than satisfied w/ red..
while others are always searching
for the ever-so-rare sweet violet,
but far beyond any eye color,
one must learn..
...to cast their net.
I know the Word.
The One Word.
The One Word
that will get
panting for It,
Gagging for It.
The One Word
that will have
that Word is...
© Pagan Paul (20/12/16)