What are you willing to give up?
For a little sweetness in your bitter world
A perfumed scented rose in a gold made vase
Elegance beauty …
A classy rose is never a commoner
Designer labels silky outfit,
Pearls, diamonds and gold…
She looks so poised.. she doesn’t even have to look
And your heart starts to beat so fast…
Every time she moves and struts
Her gaze rocks your life…
Her moves holds your breath..
Her smiles melt your every body parts…
She is the sweetest… she is the jewel..
She hypnotizes you by just standing there..
You’ve lost yourself in her aura…
Such a threat she is….
Dangerous beauty…
Intelligent mind…
What are you willing to lose?
For this Sweet poison..?
your little smirks
are like rays
of luminescent happiness
assuring me that
everything is okay.
-s.k.
your little smirks
are like rays
of luminescent happiness
assuring me that
everything is okay.
-s.k.
you know
i thought i loved you
i thought all the letters
and bear hugs
and whispered promised
were your little ways of telling me
you loved me too
i couldn't have been more wrong.
-s.k.
Little feathers fall over my heart
Covering it
within the dark
Leaving slivers of pain
Sparkling in my wounds
Where memories remain
Broken attitudes
show upon my face
Changing emotions
often make me feel insane
Memories chipping
cracking inside my brain
Letting go a piece at a time
of you
My darling daughter
is
something I struggle with
from day to day
When looking upon your face
I see all the pain inside your hidden eyes
Where you step aside
trying to hide the turmoil
you feel
As
we both bleed
Trying so hard
not to show the open wounds
that life left upon our souls
Struggling
to bridge the gap between us
that is filled with holes
and bleeding scars
Where our memories gather us
in pain trying to break down
the walls of the insane emotions
we feel
I only hold you in my heart<3
As life tries to tear us apart
Still you remain hidden
held by memories
As I
sit in the dark.
By Weeping willow
(c)2013
always mindful
not to love things
living so that they
all could burn
and it would be nothing
but an inconvenience
three objects
have escaped my plan
maneuvered
through my designs
1. old white macbook
my beautiful
smart
well-designed
whirring piece of brilliant technology
you are already gone. next.
2. wedding rings
irrelevant
sold those motherfuckas in an instant
3. asian machine love
i am having a hard time
having to let you go
my beautiful, black mitsubishi.
i chose you.
i researched for weeks
analyzing data
comparing machines
prices
trying to be reasonable
and out of all the machines,
i.chose.you.
you are the perfect shape
of all vehicle shapes, mitsubishi
i have a slight obsession with
design
lines
c o l o r
efficiency
speed
and b o o m i n g SOUND
you are the perfect balance of safety
including 4WD
and fuel efficiency
(but you already knew that, didn't you?)
your headlights are so bright
and your high beams
so magnificent
it's almost embarrassing
mitsubishi, you little snake...
you have a manual mode
so i can choose to be a race car driver
whenever i want
mitsubishi outlander sport, i love you so
let's talk about your face
you have a pig-face like me
your nose is abrupt
it's blunt and it's different
and i love it
you know i hate the cold and the snow
i love the sun and the moon
so you show them to me all the time
moonroof, mitsubishi - brilliant
(with mood lighting for night? you dog!)
you wipe away the rain
without me having to ask
you cast light into the dark
all on your own
gps
usb
subwoofer
rockford fosgate
bluetooth
mitsubishi, you shake the earth
alerting my family
that i am almost there
blasting music
through my dna
so that i am made
of vibrations and air
invisible to the naked eye
or playing my science fiction audiobooks
at a reasonable
and responsible volume
mitsubishi,
you respond to me with such grace
showing me impossibilities
with a rearview camera
saying, "hello!" in the morning
and, "see ya!" when i leave
(and i believe you mean it)
you heat my ass in the frigid winter
an alert me with an icon
when i am losing traction
or there may be ice
i could not ask for more, my machine love.
the deer was not your fault.
or mine, or the deer's.
we were all doing what we do,
and to be quite honest,
the deer got the shit end of the stick, mitsubishi.
i'm sorry about your dent and your crack
i wanted to fix it, but i love you even more now
you are my one machine love
with power
combustion
and pistons
you are electric
intelligent
and you boom
sleek
comfortable
well designed
i don't want to see you burn.
it would be more than an inconvenience.
two out of three things are gone.
but i chose you. i want you still.
my home is gone - fine.
my things are gone - fine.
that bastard is gone - fine.
my job is gone, mitsubishi.
i am being stripped bare.
i am being humbled, mitsubishi.
i have to let you go.
but i'm not ready,
my asian machine love.
It's the optimists that I can't bear
Chinese skin farms torture for a
Collection of innocent flesh and hair
Look on the brighter side of it, bud!
As your lie writhing in a stinking pile
Of naked muscle and pooling blood
The little girl whose teeth are smashed
Whose daddy has relapsed
And sold her as a piece of ass
To be fucked over and over for some cash
So that he can buy his hooker crack
And bleed his veins for a dwindled stash
The starving owl-eyed boy who
Believes himself evil for the thought of
Turning his little brother into his next meal
And not even a little left to steal
As ribcages tell a thousand tales
Along lines of skin and bone so frail
So fuck your rhyme schemes
And your bleeding heart activists
Who scream in college courts
And completely lack the knack of it
Skin them alive and burn them as well
And maybe they'd have given their
Very souls to the fires of hell
I want to run.
But not quite tomorrow,
I'd like to stay
In my pajamas,
Just a little while longer.
You've broken me open,
You've seen what's inside.
How does it fit,
What's within your head.
What you've left behind,
Filled with candy instead.
Broken that too I presume.
I fiddle with these words
They lie naked on my tongue.
But like a broken man
They just can't seem to run.
I've learned not to force this.
To push this past my lips,
A tragedy worse than my travesties.
I'm still a little faint of heart.
When rain falls it does not smear.
It sticks, and then it drips.
Well these 3 syllables are certainly glued,
But we both still feel a little bruised.
When my lips do decide to spill
These raindrops it has coaxed inside,
Will you know that they fall gracefully, honestly?
They were meant to be taken gently.
A cool breeze should encourage them.
Will they wet your worn skin
Soak into you like a refreshing swim
Will they moisten your heart and not just your limbs?
Or where I see a downpour do you see a spark.
Awaiting a new host, softly lighting the dark.
Growing ever closer to your extended fuse.
When you ignite, will I be consumed?
Does it help, when I state your name.
When I beckon, do I carry you close to sanity?
Or do I hurl you farther,
Over the edge of calamity.
Tell me, When you fall
Will it be like raindrops, or a cliff.
At least, tell me, when you fall
Could you find it in your drenched heart,
Or scorched lungs,
To let me join you?
Look, darling,
I’m floating this little poem off
across space and time.
I’m posting it up in the heavens
to tell the universe
that I love you
utterly, completely and forever.
Yes, you died in my arms and
flew far away,
but your light never left me, see,
and now I'm sending it to glow
gloriously across the galaxies
for everyone over all of time.
I want you to know
that you will never be forgotten
as long as love itself is loved
in this world below.
