Wouldn't it be nice if your skin oil entered my bloodstream ?
I would appreaciate it...this would be nice as a sweet dream
I want to crawl underneath your skin,
Thinking of such is no sin ?
You are mine, mine alone, you know ?
If another girl touches you I will stuff her lungs with a crow
Your pen writes well...may I borrow it..?
It would PLEASE me to write with it, for a bit.
Why is it so wet now you ask ?
I...I don't know, I may have dropped it into my glass...
Yes dear hold it tight,
I will come over for tonight,
When the time is right..
I love you

~ Umi

hi, yes
hello
what a pleasure it is to see you again
you look great
you look so soft in that sweater
i wish i could actually tell you that
like out loud
but like,
that'd be weird right?
no, no
yeah, of course it would be
we're just
friends
after all

oh you want to get to know me better?
what an honor!
i am so very glad that you do
just don't run away if i make things too awkward
just don't run away when i can't think of anything to say
just don't fall in love with me
if you are falling in with a rope in your hands
you know, in case you feel like climbing back out
and stuff...

just don't do it
please
okay?

when i am craving
something to keep my mind off
you are always
in my space

when i am craving
nightmares instead
of waking up at all
you are always
in my eyes

tears fail to come
keep me company
these storms are every day
counting on me
when i am craving you

when i am craving
careless to say
anything
for myself
i forget for a while
how to feel at all

when i am craving
being alone again
i am carrying
the weight of you

i thought the sky cleared
out from my eyes
monsoons still passing by
under different roofs

did i omit to say
i dreamt of you?

Can you feel it?
Do you know?
It's all for you.
All of it.
All of the words
that have ever come from me.
No matter the space or time.
At the end of the day,
they all belong to you.
Tell me darling,
do you even know?

There is an old concept
A Wives' Tale some say
That in minds has been kept
And passed on to this day:

*The world has zero net
Each life has the same
Some luck in beginning
Some good in the end
Whether spread out thin
Or gathered at once
Each person holds within
A set amount of luck
For those who face hardships
Early on in their life
By the time that they're old
They'll be free from strife
And for those who live joyful
When they are still small
Will find that the end
Isn't pleasant at all
And for those with a tad
Bit more luck than the rest
Their life will be even
Awakening to rest
With small hardships spread out
From day one to the end
But ultimately we all
Have set amounts of good fortune
From birth until death
We each get our portion

Bemoaning Similes & Metaphors

         (the lack thereof )


I cannot think in similes or metaphors.

I can, but it’s

An artifice.

A gift

I’ve not been left with.

Of course,

I’ve got Thesaurus –

My old pal -

To push me

In the simile

Direction.

Those

Whose

Aptitude’s

To see,

Their inner eye

Comparing parallels unconsciously –

A gift of gene and DNA –

Overwhelm me.

While I moan about my lack,

They sit with throne and luck

Expressing with an ease,

Anything they ****** well please

In metaphors and similes

I lie in bed,

This running through my head.

That’s why it’s here.



Bemoaning Smiles & Metaphors 1.13.2010/8.17.2017
A Sense Of The Ridiculous II; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II;
Arlene Corwin