#dainty
Dare the dainty
All in eaves, a dance of we've
Sour regards for a knowing heed, the eclectic key
Wavering in the air, to tell a story of finality
Salt, dust and whatever else
Rhymes with damnation, the tows of veracity
Become like lucky butterflies, the solution in bells
To worth and occur, with a certain mighty...
Sounds of music, to die for
Through the hollow of sunshine we find so warm
The completion of a single thought for avidity, so sore
Has the curiosity of chances, and the decency, only more
Should we shoulder a pathetic distance, from the nerve?
Or is causes guidance, to a realm of liberty ensconced
We woke, and walked to the notion adding, a due friend
With seasons of come, to light the way to sits, of around...
About now
The tale has become ours for a looking have, and the moment gave
Mirrors, seldom fears and a host to what nears
The romance of aptness, for a circle of deem, that has it to save...
Jun 2, 2023
Jun 2, 2023 at 5:17 PM UTC
flowers, feelings
lies and heathens
chimes of bells and the uproar it quells
ribbons, dresses
hair and tresses
dainty feet and their graceful beat
darkness, fears
insomnia and tears
the thoughts I have and my sanity it halves
May 9, 2020
May 9, 2020 at 6:06 PM UTC
Head placed upon the middle of your pillow,
leaving a circular dent surrounding it-
Your pigtails on the side,
tied in pink and red bows.
An attire of frilly, cotton, pyjamas,
tainted with dainty flowers-
a total of 32 spastically placed.
Memories
Filled with frills and pixie dust,
along with the shards of glass
-lined with blood.
Thinking back,
On the beauty of the moments,
Of the innocence that once filled your mind-
gently placed upon the pillow
lined with delicate lace,
beneath your frail, fazed face.
Apr 26, 2019
Apr 26, 2019 at 12:50 PM UTC
Reborn into this skin of a warrior. Past these birthmarks and moles are stories of the warriors battle scars. You ask me why my heart aches out of my chest, yet this is just my battle cries. Dancing in the flame, though I won't let the devil submerge me. Drowning into obis of my pasts regrets. Dainty ink marked my skin with the things this little girl never said. When I absorb them into my shoulder they no longer felt so dainty. Biting my lip made a metal taste absorb into my tastebuds memory and it felt almost like revenge of my enemies.
Jun 29, 2017
Jun 29, 2017 at 2:19 AM UTC
Ah! how the memory of
those pretty green eyes
enlighten my senses
making them parallel to
round ***** of safety.
Ah! how those eyes
regurgitate and bounce
pupils widening whenever
my eyes meet their gaze
wavering and moving from
person to person in an intimate crowded group setting.
Ah! how those eyes
which resemble soft moss
or the slick flesh of kiwis
stare at mine catching like how
flypaper catches mosquitoes
accidentally but intentionally
awkwardly but inventively
and ultimately intentionally.
Ah! how the memory of
those pretty green eyes
throw me off balance
when they lock into mine
and for a good ten seconds
merging a little too long
unnoticed by the crowd.
Ah! how those eyes
are like ghosts in my
memories so valid and
plausible they seem to
drift yet knowing they
will be seen tonight
creates a fidgety hope
splintered and shaking
within this hubris heart.
Ah! how those eyes
are framed by the
curliest of lashes
so cute they bloom
ripe smiles within this
here empty chest cavity
which seems to be defeated
at the moment but somehow
waiting to witness
orbs of stegosaurus skin
shelled and shellacked and unbuckled am i
at just a smack.
Ah! how those eyes
are like a slap
to my psyche.
Every part a swirling mass
of unabridged uncertainty.
And no matter how it seems
those irises of gold and green
will always be downright dainty.
Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 2:16 PM UTC
The sequel to "Heavenly"
The rest of us
will decompose here,
but now you have purpose,
the muse behind my verses,
forget fairytale curses;
you will never die,
So place me underground,
darling you will still be
safe and sound,
up above from here
I see who you are,
but they are all below,
below your worthiness,
dainty star,
On the eve of the day
when I'm mourned by the fakes,
they'll be praying for my amazing grace,
but it'll be too late,
There's no spot in a dead heart
for those who tore it apart,
and my monsters will cover your
sunshine and they'll **** your spark,
I'll wish I could be there,
Ten thousand tears wait to be spared,
I promise I cared,
I just never shared
all my hurtings, and now
they've killed me,
I will beg to have you released,
I'll beg on my knees for
all the darkness to leave you
and entertain me,
But I'm afraid to fully dive,
Don't know how far I could drive,
Metaphorically, I'm at the shore
I don't know what I'm drowning for.
Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 9:17 PM UTC
Watch where you step
you may smash a dainty heart as a glass
Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 4:08 PM UTC
The owl and the ***** cat***
Were out having tea
After a simple beach side walk
The owl took out a guitar
And sang to kitty brash, kneeled
Before her Crimson chair
A sweet romantic ballad it was
Yet ***** cat was too busy
Observing owl and noticing
What a dainty meal he'd make.
Interrupting his declarations
She stole him away
Under the starry midnight sky
Whereupon in the woods
Her claws she unsheathed
And silenced his poetic display
Sep 5, 2015
Sep 5, 2015 at 5:30 AM UTC
Gypsy Rose Lee.
Is that you or me?
Does that make you Baby June?
The favourite and best
No concern for the rest
You sing and you dance in the tune.
Or just like Gypsy
You learn how to strip tease
The glamour and glitz of the night.
But who's mama Rose?
And how could I know?
She pushes and leads to a fight.
But Gypsy is magic
And a rare art form
And June is so dainty
Doesn't know when she's born
She's the centre of attention
She's the first one who speaks
And Gypsy is left there
Still being Louise.
Chow mein and lambs
Travel the land
A show on vaudeville stage.
Let me entertain you
Let me have a try too
Honey, were you not entertained?
Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 5:17 PM UTC
I am a
Porcelain doll
Cracked and fragile
I am not a
Princess
Living in a castle
I am damaged
and imperfect
I am not happy
I don't have a tiara
I am sad
I have scars
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 8:21 PM UTC
A butterfly is beautiful until you feel you're sly,
moving close to touch her wings,
and then she may not fly.
But on her feet is magic that makes one flower,
two....
Disturbing the dainty butterfly
Means fewer blooms for you.
Wonder, gently.
Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 2:06 AM UTC
You;
you prey on pretty things.
Damaging innocent bows
and precious curls.
Dainty,
delicate,
*****
You;
you ruin her.
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 10:52 PM UTC
I have parted ways with my body
Because my mind isn't present
My heart, a charcoal gray: foggy
Has little passion since our dissent
I wrote dainty letters for you
Romantic, lengthy confessions.
Every empty word- away each flew
Whilst wading daily in depression.
Softly my soul fades with my love.
A hollow hole cut deep in your heart-
By unkind hope: an olive branching dove--
Is the coal that fuels this hatred art.
This suffering manifests my mind.
Winds blustering my common sense,
And life muttering "Are you blind?"
My body is combusting in defense .
Revenge begs me to set you ablaze-
Compassion treads across this hell,
Speaks and heads into the insane,
Pulls me by the threads out of a spell.
I restrain from you- I am free -
I won't mention your infidelity.
Just make me feel not absentee.
I'm just done being unhappy.
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 4:39 AM UTC
you're a melancholic blue rock
who's oblivious to what you're parallel of
just a slight erosion I noticed,
as I picked up
the little crumbles
the gem stones
the tears
crystallizing under crushing pressure;
I know it's aching,
some time to tether
you're (spontaneously) combusting
but you're still as dainty as a feather
don't have to look at your reflection,
just your shadows
then you'll see you're illuminating
and now you know
you're more than enough
you were just
a diamond in the rough.
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 10:14 PM UTC
*Ohh, you make me feel so dainty,
Such a gentleman of your part
I love the way you speak through your hand
As it covers your mouth cause you're laughing so hard
Ohh, you make me feel like rain
Such purity in your eyes and that special glance you have
As I wash away all of your worries
You let me breathe again
And rest in your acceptance
You understand what Love means and forgive me if I'm mistaken
Ohh, you make me be a better person
When you teach me how to speak
I surrender with your patience
And your sight stuck on me
Ohh, I love how you make me feel
Knowing you're so shy but with me everything's alright
And when we talk, the world goes slow
And every detail turns into laughter, smiles and joy
Ohh, I love how manly you are
Your habits and your love towards God
Sometimes you make me cry
Because I cannot find someone, who is better for me than you.*
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 1:12 AM UTC