#lisa
Tell me what you dream of
when sitting in your frame,
you icon, you diva,
you very famous name,
don't you want to leap out and give us all twirl,
displaying to the world your inner party girl,
dressed to the nines and going the extra mile,
a dancing Mona Lisa,
now that would make me smile
Nov 5, 2025
Nov 5, 2025 at 5:33 AM UTC
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
Jul 27, 2023
Jul 27, 2023 at 12:08 AM UTC
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.
Oct 1, 2021
Oct 1, 2021 at 1:52 PM UTC
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
Aug 15, 2020
Aug 15, 2020 at 5:19 AM UTC
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
May 27, 2020
May 27, 2020 at 1:18 AM UTC
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... ..
Jun 4, 2019
Jun 4, 2019 at 7:14 PM UTC
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.
Oct 30, 2018
Oct 30, 2018 at 3:09 PM UTC
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.
Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 1:43 PM UTC
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
Mar 8, 2018
Mar 8, 2018 at 5:09 PM UTC
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”
Nov 11, 2017
Nov 11, 2017 at 6:27 PM UTC
we were in love
and you broke that apart
how could you do that
to your own daughters heart
you're a terrible mother
i want you to know
you're the one thing
that's making me go
she did not do it
she wants me to stay
nothing you do
will make this okay
so next time i see you
don't be surprised
when i scream at you
and tell you to die
Jul 25, 2016
Jul 25, 2016 at 8:10 PM UTC
You cannot touch her,
Tread quietly,
As she overlooks you with her straightened jaw.
Her proud eyes,
Waiting for the moment when your strength gives in,
And opened up,
She plunges into your depths.
Yes - She has seen you before,
As she carries back out of your darkness,
The little light,
And the moisture that was your love.
She laughs,
Dropping them onto the floor, and
With her own,
More delicate hand,
Reframes herself on the wall.
Apr 6, 2016
Apr 6, 2016 at 8:41 AM UTC
Mona Lisa,
I'd pay
more to see you smile.
I'd love you more
than he ever did.
And
You're not stuck
in the barrier
of your
canvas.
Go on
And
take my hand.
Mona Lisa,
I'd pay
more to see you smile.
I'd smitten you
with color,
Just to see you smile.
...
...
Mona Lisa
Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 11:56 AM UTC
Your voice is a pale yellow, said the boy who
Etched colors into sounds. What he didn't say was that her
Loneliness dyed it that color, and that mosaics
Like her are much more that that; but she can't see herself as art.
Only a broken heart sewn together by shaking fingers,
Whittling away on a train to somewhere.
Oct 15, 2015
Oct 15, 2015 at 6:31 PM UTC
Losing herself to the roar of a motorcycle with wings she questions;
Are you going to destroy the world?
Understandably all he did was laugh in response, but the
Girl learned to laugh as well. And she
Held on a little tighter.
Oct 11, 2015
Oct 11, 2015 at 6:42 PM UTC
A smile like the sun on a hot summer day
Cracks open the darkness and peeks out from
Corners of the dirtied bathroom stall;
Other days seemed so hollow that she could
Merely be flung into the air like thin sheets of
Paper with a gust of wind; but today she
Lost herself in a boy who simmered in the pool.
In an instant she learned to live. And, when given the
Choice, rather than take to the air once again, she
Enlisted in his army.
Oct 11, 2015
Oct 11, 2015 at 12:19 AM UTC
Mona Lisa, of Louvre,
in simplest words,
an angelic, of beauty.
Her enigmatic smiles,
so mystical, like
bewitching, yet heavenly
as I and you,
felt her, so alive,
left a mystery of,
unrevealed,
Da Vinci's Perfections.
Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 1:36 PM UTC
you were attached to me like art in a museum
you were my mona lisa
and i simply was the plaque underneath
Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 1:44 AM UTC
Faded tree figures loom near,
visible as a smear
on what used to be the Mona Lisa.
The great work of art
goes to waste
as its paint is fingered,
by each person,
like its some sort of photocopy,
covering the masterpiece
with old, dirt, and impurities
that are not naturally occurring on skin.
Leonardo da Vinci would be appalled
at our treatment of his gift,
made to be given to one person,
yet he loved it...
and gave it to us instead.
Now stare once again
at its poor condition.
Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 3:10 PM UTC
I walk
With a wooden smile
Simple to the crowd
Almost believable.
I cut myself
Where people cannot see
What horrors
I have done to myself.
I scream
For a minute
Then I laugh
For a minute.
I do not know
how to stop
The need to jump
Out of a moving car.
I try to control myself
I surround myself with people
I take my medications
I try to dance it off.
I get mad
When people do not know
How to help me
When I do not myself.
When I dance
I begin to see the truth
Only then I realize
I am only human.
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 5:38 PM UTC
Nobody knows who Mona Lisa is in reality
Oh Leonardo my love
you need not tell
that I come to see you
invariably in your dreams
reviving our first kiss
No I shall not pronounce the last
each and every painful farewell rhymes
an onomatopoeic verse of please stays
and stay this time Please
I know that you can if
you make it such that
truth belongs to everyone
All as one made of our love
spirit born as You
and I will gaze through
lifetimes and generations long
exchange love to love
be of yours and theirs
there is no difference really
when each look carries the code
of your of my of our
and mirror their
enlightened face.
Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 5:37 PM UTC
Inside the universal set:
Circle A and circle B;
Circle you and circle me.
To keep things easy,
we started with the numbers on the outside,
but soon grew to the small part in the middle.
That small slither
of similarity.
But the numbers are just there for
Clarity.
Not to mention circles
C,D,E & G.
But circles are circles,
and people are people.
You are you.
I am I.
And that was that.
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 8:36 PM UTC
A walk back home,
Mother, older in number,
but perfection and love retained.
Father, his usual stringent posture
arched to form a hug.
Sister, her voice resounding happiness,
Translating into dancing, singing, yelling.
Me? Teary eyed. Tears of happiness.
A walk back alone,
Into my cerulean room,
The azure curtains still hang,
Wrinkled from THE night’s frustration.
On the cobalt coverlet still lay,
Tear stains which narrate me a forgotten story.
Hidden inside my teal cupboard,
I find lost love’s fake promises.
Me? Teary eyed. Tears of blues.
A walk in dreams,
At crossroads, I meet an angel.
He asks me to make a wish.
I ask for his heart, in exchange for mine,
He grants my wish with powers divine.
He falls, I catch but the world’s serpentine.
Yet he loves and like a star I shine,
Me? Teary eyed, Tears of rejoice.
Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 5:25 AM UTC
I gaze at my reflection
in a gilt picture frame.
She has the slimmest
sliver of a smile painted
on her expressionless face.
Her perfect eyes are so
intense, so empty.
Am I this predictable?
Sep 5, 2014
Sep 5, 2014 at 5:14 PM UTC