#tiffany
Morning dew glistens
Like Tiffany's diamonds,
As the sun is rising
Promising a spectacular day;
God’s creation shining and
Bringing glory!
Sep 10, 2024
Sep 10, 2024 at 5:03 PM UTC
I must tell you something,
Afraid of the reaction,
Daydream what it would be like,
It's just so nice...
Why do you make me a fool,
Make me believe that you,
Could be the one,
I hope you are the one,
Cause you seem like the one...
Look I just fell for you,
I can't explain it,
I just want you to be the one,
Is that to hard to ask for...
Jan 4, 2017
Jan 4, 2017 at 11:45 PM UTC
i want to know if you still call him baby
when he slithers into bed
smelling of channel no.5 and marlboro reds.
it was you that should’ve quit years ago.
sometimes you wait alone on
meatloaf wednesdays
a little longer than on spaghetti saturdays,
because meatloaf is his favorite
and maybe he will show up on time tonight.
i want to know if you still call him baby
when he whimpers her name into your pillow
when he is fast asleep.
so it can haunt you at all hours of the night
so you will hear the three syllables
in everything you do all day.
tiffany
tiffany
tiffany
the *** sings on the stove,
and all you hear is tiffany.
when he is tracing your cheeks with
his fingertips, he is carving her name
into your face.
he is thinking of her skin.
do you still call him baby
when he wont look at you when
you tell him that you miss him?
do you still call him baby
when he flinches away from your kiss?
do you still call him baby
when he ***** you to the thought
of another heartbeat?
do you still call him baby
when he aches to say
i love you, tiffany
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 2:25 PM UTC
Lips dusted with *******
Every kiss has you addicted
Sniffing out all this pain
To make it through the life im living
Selling my soul for pocket change
Hoping to see the end of the day
Slits on my wrists
Looking like a checklist
Internal bruises
And burnt cigarette lips
Sleepless nights
Staring at the city lights
Inhalation and contemplation
Oh, how devastating the decisions im making
I used to be this rose growing from the concrete
Now I'm just a penny lying on the street
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 10:06 PM UTC
I sit amongst rampant consumerism,
Yet I smile as I sip my Starbucks tall Pike Place.
To my left, old ladies decked in Tiffany decry their neighbours folly,
Even while they sit blind to their own.
To my right, Chapters!
Book store that offers so much more,
A perfect monument of society's needs answered in one storefront.
We don't shop here for a read, or for the escape some unknown author's words spell for us.
No, this masterfully crafted shop answers our shared need of empty spending on soulless items that will lift us from the mire of our meaningless lives for one instance,
Before that scented candle or witty greeting card is left to collect the dust of our fallen gods.
Behind me the street is full of noise but no one is listening,
Busses carry the many but each is a world onto themselves,
Thoughts not of their making wrestle for attention with smartphones,
Before long the thoughts echo what the eyes read on the digital screens glowing below them.
The enemy of my friend...
Don't let consciousness wake!
Combined the noise without and the noise within will drown whatever chance we had at relevancy.
And so Oprah wins,
Look under your chairs,
It's your new life,
Not to be mistaken with your old one,
This one comes with a shiny new automobile, trip, ring, dress, shoes,
Anything but enlightenment.
Before me,
Possibilities.
You?
Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 2:42 PM UTC