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BLACKPINK IN YOUR AREA

JISOO: I'M JISOO, I'M OKAY
ROSÉ: YA, LALISA
LALISA: AH, PARK CHAEYOUNG
JENNIE: GOOD MORNING BLINKS...........

BLACKPINK IN YOUR AREA

BLACKPINK
ROSÉ
JISOO
JENNIE
LALISA

LALISA: MY NAME IS LISA, LONG LEG LISA
ROSÉ: DON'T DO VIDEO CAMERA
JENNIE: THE BABY'S OKAY
JISOO: THE BABY'S OKAY
(IMITATING JENNIE)

LALISA: IF I CAN'T MARRY JISOO,
CAN I MARRY DALCOM
(LISA READING COMMENT)
JISOO: NO, HE'S MY SON, NO NEVER.

JISOO: NOT BAD BUT NOT GOOD
JENNIE: YEAH

ROSÉ: (DRAWING)
JENNIE: TRAIN TO BUSAN
ROSÉ: 🤗
ROSÉ: (DRAWING)
LALISA: WHAT IS.......
JENNIE: WHAT IS THAT ?
JENNIE: THOR
ROSÉ: BAHJA
BLACKPINK IN YOURS AREA
I am your Mona Lisa I fit the song
understanding a smile behind a maiden depicting inner treasures
of unmeasurable beauty
a Mona Lisa smile I've owned
  tempted a lover's innermost aim
  hid a broken heart
Yes few lovers entered gates deceitfully projecting inner strife
selfish indulgence at best.
those can't demeanish me
but exolted wiser got me
It's better to love a second
to be misunderstood a lifetime
than not to have loved.
Worst is to pretend to steal
a moment's grace sacred lovers vise
from an innocent seeker of love
I'm careful who I trust to hold
to live is to risk, to love is to win
to loose and to learn
******* for the wise
is eternal sacred bond
*** itself can be animalistic
how I love you is true,
taste of my wild, a twist of fate
sacred secret lover mine.
🌳☕☕
~~~~~
Mr. and Mrs. Andrews
for Karijinbba.
https://youtu.be/-sVpS27e8ZQ
Karijinbba Aug 2020
My photo in my youthgul prime
and even older puts Mona Lisa's painting smile to shame

my lover twin flame of one upon
a time told me I was his venus
the Venus of Urbino a painting he'd bought in honor of me in the Castle
by the sea waiting for me to arrive.

to TwinOaks Blvd which he also built for us twin flames and our children.

nàturally,
I agree since I am polyfacetial of features and all
he also called me Beauty.  

I guess he was Beast wish I had told him the famous "I love you"
I am sorry "I will marry you!"

PC was very easy to fall in love with,
he had courage heart brains and purse on top of wisdom intellect
he had charm and grace
fantastic outworldly looks.
he was the love of my life!
~~~~~~
By: Karijinbba
Copy Rights apply
08-15-2020
In memory of a great lover best father best husband best friend
july hearne May 2020
a state of standstill is a state of decline
an excess of sediment, an ineffective wine

i only hear that defining moment of time
in the less and less frequent creaking of the keys
the same old letters sadly clack

but can't ever get it back
heart's not in it
can't stay ******
overreactions come to attack

an embarrassing pervert that you already *****
every hour since a desperate hour
wolf crying wolf every five seconds
where the collective cower

****** is always his death name
dont wear it out
wear it where the collective cower

every hour since a desperate hour
hands in the pockets
of that dress with pockets

calling out his death name
when the coming time comes

wolf hands caught in the pockets
of that dress with the pockets
*reddit
She was
like a
carnival.
She enjoyed
freaks
like me.
She was
fun to
ride.
She loved the
games.
She tasted
like
sweet
cotton candy.
And at the
end of
the night,
she would
melt into me
like
Dip n' dots
ice cream.
And then,
I would
lick her
clean.
I wish
this carnival
would never
leave town.



written by me... ..
There was/is a carnival/festival that arrives every mid summer year in my area in Eden.
One year when I was a bit younger, I was walking through this carnival with 2 of my male friends.
We passed a group of 4 young women.
Each woman was surprisingly fixated on me.
There was a fine one, an okay one, one that I probably would never date and then there was her, "the Carnival".
She was a bit overweight but her face was model material, beautiful!
She would not stop letting me know how hot that she thought I was so....
I dated "the Carnival" (Angela) and all I can say is that I made the right choice.
Wheeeew!
Heather Ann Oct 2018
i wonder what it would be like to touch lips with the mona lisa,
parchment paper tasting like olives and old wine.
how dare i so much gaze upon those royal crowns
when their value is more than i can name--
sailing ships just to catch her name,
paddling monstrous waters to merely catch her gaze.

freckles on your skin resembling ancient constellations
that i still see to this day,
that made me love those stars that gleamed in her eyes
looking at me as if i'm her prey.

but there's already an arrow in my heart,
i'm begging god to let me fight for her honor
a princess in shining armor.
only ancient when i close my eyes,
you are art amongst the flowers--
please don't float away.
Zara rain Aug 2018
Did you whisper a prayer before the roar of the inevitable end?
Should we have listened harder,
held you closer,
and tried so very much more
to persuade your troubled mind
not to let go?

I don't know.

You, in all your lightness
held me so convincingly
in oblivion of your parched spirit.
Too many years of despair, I reckon.
And too little human affinity found.

I will never know, what drove your final decision to meet the vast unknown.
It terrifies me to think
that you felt that was the only choice.
But even if I grieve that you will never
light up the world with your dazzling smile,
gentle touch,
or kindness anymore.
I see you for the brave and wondrous creature that you are.
Brave to live so far.
And brave to end it.

Nothing grows now,
the dry spell hit this summer hard.
And yet...
The gentle fragrance of all blossoms
linger in the air ever since you took your leave.
Dear angels in the heavens... you have a new sister now. Be kind to her, love her and hold her so hard that she will never again feel lacking.
a mystery to fathom in a famous frame
smiling from canvas with story to tell
oh lady of the portrait oh lady of fame
the painter captured your face so well
those who study art ponder and ruminate
on the enigmatic pose that doth beguile
no brush strokes conveying your mind state
angles inspected of daubed profile
yet the secret stays ever concealed
baffling them all with slightly turned lip
nothing of the puzzle being so revealed
closeted away in an artist's dip
Leonardo da Vinci yielded scant insight
on masterfully shading the subject's light
Phoebe G Nov 2017
You paint me up with colors
That don’t speak to all my flaws
You airbrush bits of who I am
And look at me in awe

I am your prized possession
Your trophy and your muse
Within me rests your vanity
and things you cannot lose

I used to want a love like this
To shower me in praise
Your flattery is dreary now-
It lacks the warmth I crave

This love it leaves me empty
Like I’m only halfway living
How could you ever be my vessel
If you can’t touch my inner being?

If you can’t trace the patterns of my soul
To the creases in my brow
How could you love me one day
If you can’t truly love me now

See, all I ever wanted
Was someone who would say
“I see through all your brokenness
And still, I choose to stay”
Rough Draft
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