"cutesy" poems
if someone tells me that jealousy does not exist
on this earth
i will tell them to look deep
inside my heart
and see the jealousy that courses through my veins
i yearn for someone to talk to
even if it's just a random person anonymously on a random site
and i yearn for a cutesy little skype conversation
with a complete stranger
and i yearn for people to ask me to go places
instead of me asking them
and i yearn for them to remember me,
and i yearn for them to remember my name
and that it's leeza, not lyza
and that i have feelings, too
and i hate this back brace
and that i just want to laugh with them
and i don't want them to laugh at me
and i just worry so much
and i am jealous because they are concerned with
grades and boys, grades and girls
and i just try to fit in
because i am jealous.
Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 9:42 PM UTC
Yeah I totally love being single!
You can do what you want whenever you want without obligations or having to think about anyone else you can flirt shamelessly with as many guys as you like, there is no pressure to look good for anyone I love that I have all this me time where I can spend a Saturday night reading and listening to the music I like without trying to decode mixed signals in text messages
I never have to depend on anyone but myself.
No one is stressing me out by depending on me.
I can sit by myself on the couch home alone when everyone else is out
And feel completely isolated, unloved and unlovable
I can feel so ugly and obsess over it
I can scroll through pictures of pretty celebrities and models and girls I know online bitterly wishing I looked like them and could be like them so that maybe someone would notice me and give me a chance
I can scream at the radio for playing stupid love songs
I can eat ice cream and chocolate wondering why I am such a waste of space
Thinking of all the guys who have rejected me and dropped me over the years
Have no one to love
Or who loves me
No guy I can trust with my secrets and loyalty
No one who needs me
No one to want
Or make me feel wanted
To spend nights together
Just talking
And watching movies
Being cutesy and flirty with
Lie hand in hand with
No one I can gush about to my friends
No one I can bake for
No one I can buy stuff for, just 'cause
No one I can do random couples stuff with
No one in my life
It's pretty great.
I love being single.
Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 10:27 PM UTC
A few seconds of his face
A glimpse of a biological pull
A desire to push and pinch
To slam and hold dear
Frissoning blossom
Blossoming feelings
Feeling warm
Feeling cold
Chilling heart
melting once more?
-
Not really
More of a pull
attraction caused
Causing strange
thoughts scattered
Wait, what?
-
Is it you
I'm wanting
I'm wishing
Wishful thoughts
Thinking of you
Your smile
smiling cutesy
Smiling for me
(I'm) weird,
(Your s)mile's
weird as well
Smile for me
(Make me happy)
Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 9:47 AM UTC
So are her cutesy baby face,
Her twinkling watery eyes,
And her happy harpy voice.
So are her happiest smiles,
Her presence is truly divine,
And blessings for my heart.
So are her heartfelt promise,
Her thought itself is healing,
And even mighty is her love.
Jan 20, 2014
Jan 20, 2014 at 4:27 AM UTC
in the most
simplistic way
i wanted him
and sometimes
i wanted all of him,
every season of his
mind and body
i wanted
cutesy notes on monday
slurred i love you friday nights
lazy sunday morning breakfast
then again
i never expected anything
from him
as much as i would have loved
to be under his skin
it was enough for my heart
to simply be
on his skin
Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 3:19 AM UTC
If I am your crush, then adore me from afar.
Love me throughout the good times and the bad times.
Reminisce our friendship and let it embrace you.
Let it take you to that special place where you can feel alive.
If I am your crush, laugh with me about the stupidest things
Also, laugh at me for being weird. If anything, laugh too much.
Laughter is the best medicine.
If I am your crush, be the girl that I want to adore. Be cute, be adorkable.
And also be clever. Be a dime a dozen. Woo me over until i’m blue in the face.
That isn’t hard to do.
If I am your crush, then lie with me underneath the stars and tell me you love me.
Make me believe it, let those words flow from your mouth and into my soul.
Take me out on dates and if we’re too lazy to go out then we’ll stay home, cuddle and watch movies.
You know, cutesy stuff.
But most importantly, if I am your crush....
Never let me go, because you'll stay right here, in my feeble weakened heart. Not wanting to escape.
Feb 16, 2013
Feb 16, 2013 at 11:57 PM UTC
well
there's plenty of cutesy names to
call one's children
but his was 'unlovable trash'
He remembered it from the time he was in the crib
They held him there
for longer than most parents
held their kids in cribs. Though only dad
called him so
because he constantly claimed he wasn't his
unlovable trash
he had the wrong skin tone
was too pale
with curly orange hair
and freckles
but mom always pretended she didn't
hear
the words
unlovable trash
she would act as if they were never uttered
and growing up
he thought
unlovable trash was a good thing
thought it was how you show love to your loved
ones
"Mom, you’re unlovable trash."
she was so happy to hear it
she burst into tears and went into the
kitchen and uncorked a bottle of wine
and drank it all by herself. What an
unlovable trash she was
Unfortunately
by the time he could pronounce the lovely
words
father was no longer in his life
but father too
was an unlovable trash
Oct 26, 2019
Oct 26, 2019 at 9:58 AM UTC
I don't know anything anymore.
I'm sick of this feeling and im sick of you.
If you ever call me another cutesy nickname
i will punch you in the face
If you ever try to come back after you realize no one will ever love you like i have,
i will slam the door
Don't even think about bringing up old inside jokes,
i will have forgotten them by then, ive already began to
Forget about trying to fix things cuz you know we're meant to be together,
you can only try to fix something so many times until its completely broken.
You're insane if you think we get past this,
even if i do forgive there will be no forgetting
Don't bother saying "i miss you"
because all i've been doing is running away, i can't wait to move away from you
But the worst thing you could possibly say is " i love you"
because im not completely sure yet if this wall i'm trying to build against you will still be standing.
As much as i wish you could be standing on my porch right now on your knees, my door's been open too long and the best thing for me is to turn the lock.
I'm done standing around waiting for this miracle that will never happen.
"Love is like glass, sometimes it is better to leave it in pieces rather than trying to put it back together"
There is a line between being friends and always being there for you.
It is a fine line, but a line none the less.
You drew it with an ink of lies and coldhearted decisions.
Jan 27, 2012
Jan 27, 2012 at 12:18 PM UTC
I put on a cutesy voice because I’m the unexpected murderer of happiness. It makes more of an impact acting like a dumb blonde ***** to society’s expectations, that when I come out with ****** methods one wants to scream and run away. I’ll tell you what makes me squirm, being touched and googling fear of holes. Those pictures make me want to ***** and **** myself at the same time. Gore and pain…I can handle. But loads of deep circular imprints on the skin from leaning on things…no.no.no. I can’t. It will make me implode.
Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 2:44 PM UTC
My child Before you were born
I use to eat peaches almost every single day
and now every eve of your birth I eat a peach
on August the 5th Peaches offer a little more friendship
than the cutesy little straight pink flower.
Bring warmth to your belly and the fruit feed more of your soul.
What I mean is I am your mother, the grateful and tender feeling one.
Your friend.
Even when it's my end.
On its own, the meaning of the fruit
in this quiet tone is at once gentler
and stronger in thankfulness.
Gentle is the true meaning of peaches.
Peach is the meaning of desire, my desire to see you succeed
and I know that your true love will too.
My child, I love you.
Jul 11, 2013
Jul 11, 2013 at 6:45 PM UTC
Going left a smile
green* bluesy* drift___
Getting out of debt
The heartedly so flowery
rosy ring around
Gifted box
Valentine Rosy
I box heads over
puppy tails
cozy firey
Love diary doing the
Cutesy
Bow Wow parade
Those red hot lips
cascades
she's... the... lie...
The hue (Anchor- Blue)
Gotcha "Eyes Baby blue
Clue"
To cross my red heart
And hope not to die
The Lady's
finger (Godiva)
I-spy finger*
Heartless Diva
The fork of the road
Lies of the
dead ringer
He points his finger
Face to two face
facelift?
Boom-Boom___
a car crash just a dash
Her beats and hearts
What a crush to her
___left
Tell me sweet lies
I box gift
Oh! Yes you're___ right
Like the scoundrel
The damsel in distress
sweet morsel
I sir box like spots spread
Like the (Chickenpox)
Hearing lies tons of
squirrels
Like Botox Plastic
Rascals
I-box ties
Hallmark, I love you lies
Superman Clark
Outfoxed the ballpark
Little lies blue
big shark
Smartphone I Sir bark
Red Valentine love walk
People are the luckiest
I- wish
Close your eyes sweet lies
Sweet I-Box in Trio
CEO Watching "TV FIO"
Podcast little lies turn
into big lies
Ballot Political list
Romantic cutout card lies
Tell me, Little Lies he trips
Electric lips music chair
Open eyes full shut lips
Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 8:35 AM UTC
Born with a scorn
For the body adorned
With ribbons and bows
And told, "How she glows!"
"I am not a girl,"
He boldly tells the world.
Born with a feeling forlorn,
Feeling emotionally torn--
If I am a boy,
Why am I annoyed
When told not to dance,
And no dresses, just pants.
"I am not a boy,"
She says, cutesy and coy.
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 11:39 PM UTC
There's this guy I've met
And he's nice and lovely,
He's warm and fuzzy,
And very lovely.
We're together, I think
And it's very sweet,
He holds my hand
And kisses my cheek.
"I like you." He said
And that was exciting
His affection, addictive
And very inviting.
Fancies me, I know
And turns me on,
When he touches,
It wont take me long.
Wore his top, I did
And it was cutesy,
Kissed my neck,
And pinched my *****
There's this guy I've met
And he's nice and lovely,
He's warm and fuzzy,
And very lovely.
Dec 29, 2012
Dec 29, 2012 at 12:11 AM UTC
Sit broken
Sulkin'
Softly weepin' wisps which then
Withdraw themselves from all of this
Fickle
And fiendish
You'd have my arms and legs bound tight
You're sulkin'
Broken
Without remorse, without respite
I'm nervous,
Workless
And functionless in all your eyes
You're girlish
And cutesy
You give them eyes to get replies
I've never-
You've never?
You finish thoughts and work your little fingers down my
Spine
-chorus-
Uproot the weeds inside you
Fine
I'm through with being fruitless and
Surprised
By old attempts to change our ways
Besides
We're newly polished anyways
We're newly painted, off the line
The bitter
And nameless
Are working after hours to reface this
And shame it
It sits and spins and multiplies
With frequence
I feel it
I feed a framework filament fire
And hapless
You're hopeless
I'm hoping on another line-
To find out what's been sanctified
Who sacrificed to tranquilize
And backfired by bullshittin'
So now I'm sleepy saunterin'
To see what life's like on the other side
(Chorus)
-breakdown-
If we cared
We could whisper cloudy whiteness where there
Used to be only filth and flies
I'm sick of sentimentalism
Sick of sinking in
I'm feeling fine.
-chorus-
Uproot the weeds inside you
Fine
I'm through with being fruitless and
Surprised
By old attempts to change our ways
Besides-
We're newly puffed up anyways
I've walked the line from Z to A
We're freshly painted hypocrites
At least this time I won't be so surprised.
-fin-
Nov 2, 2013
Nov 2, 2013 at 11:26 PM UTC
If cowboy hats had ear muffs,
maybe they would talk more,
though they would hear less.,
caution tossed to the winds howling.
Not for them
the hairy skins of animals
on their bare hair, too much
respect for their sojourners.
Wooly caps are for sailors,
The ones with cutesy ears
hanging down to the shoulders,
popularized by geeks,
adopted by stylish teenage girls,
well, they would rather be frostbit.
Cowboys,
the silent type,
but never quiet, their thoughts are
their stories, eyewitness accounts,
never told under oath, of the truth
about life and death, in the
Great West.
So, no ***** for them
lest they not hear the
noisy silences, cries of the frigid
Great West.
Dec 8, 2013
Dec 8, 2013 at 11:29 AM UTC
the world is a dryer.
if there is a washing machine section within our universe, I am unaware of it.
I don't work that rotation. I work the dry shift.
tumble low heat, fluff, repeat.
repeat.
in almost every dryer known to mankind, some contraption serves as the lint trap. collect all of the lint and excess laundry fluff as it goes through the dry cycle.
in this world, in this universe; if the human race consists of the articles of clothing in the dryer, I am the lint trap.
it sounds almost cutesy when phrased like that. dryer lint is fluffy and soft and the combination of all the different fibers of the various clothing.
I'm the trap, though. the filter.
I must absorb and filter the excess fiber from every article of clothing. if the entire human race is in this dry cycle; I absorb and filter their raveling ends.
it's ******* exhausting.
here's a better analogy. have you ever had your stomach pumped?
they handle this differently now, but when the doctors, nurses, and staff working in the ER would get a patient who swallowed an entire bottle of ****** with a ***** chaser; or a new mother's young son swallowing her bottle of sertaline, they would get to work. one hand activated charcoal, the other hand with a large suction tube.
activated charcoal is what neutralizes the bottle of ****** or the bottle of Zoloft. the charcoal can absorb **** near anything. it pulls out stains and poisons, neutralizing and absorbing.
this is where the tube comes in. the charcoal is harmless on its own, but the ER staff is in a hurry to console (get rid of) the screaming mother; to move the seventeen year old girl with the ****** ***** chaser to the psychiatric unit, and continue their night.
insert the long tube to suction the charcoal out of the stomachs of the two children. this is often haphazardly shoved down the back of the throat, down the esophagus, reaching the stomach. flip the switch, undo what peristalsis cannot. it's not pleasant. gagging, rough, foul, I've been told.
the body is working in reverse order. vomiting may be easier. the suction tube is fighting the natural flow of the body. the esophagus is attempting to push everything down down down, and the tube is fighting back.
I am the activated charcoal found in every ER across the globe. I absorb the poisons that human beings put into their bodies.
I can pass someone on the street, and my activated charcoal soul absorbs the negativity, the poison, the hatred, the emotional chaos from that individual.
I often wonder if the person feels lighter, noting the absence of the venom that once crippled them. I never ask. I just keep my gaze down and ignore the tempest ensnared within my activated charcoal lint trap.
there are others like me. activated charcoal hearts, lint trap souls.
Jul 15, 2017
Jul 15, 2017 at 3:28 PM UTC
They shared a mutual hatred for people
that disclosed unsolicited details about their relationshits.
Even though they spoke everyday
goodbyes never got easier.
brb, gonna sleep for eight hours.
What will you dream of?
You want me to say you, and I want me to say you, but I have no control over my dreams. You're only reserved for my daydreams.
They exchanged a plethora of photographs.
#thighhighThursday
Send.
I lIkE yOuR sOcKs.
It wasn't long before they perfected the art of taking selfies in the shower.
Send.
LeT's PlAy NaKeD tWiStEr.
Sometimes they broke the unspoken rules they'd agreed to.
The rules that banned them from getting too cutesy;
or twee as he liked to put it.
Cuddling is just hugging laying down.
For much longer.
Cuddling is just horizontal hugging for a long time.
Oct 28, 2013
Oct 28, 2013 at 12:59 AM UTC
who will read aloud
my poems
when I'm gone?
that old unfriended thot,
a nagging merry query
was for awhile forgot,
put on the back of an upper shelf,
where dust motes and mites
fear to trend
thoughts,
that I thought
I had dispensed with,
letting time
build illusionary wry walls,
fooling World Trade Center tall
morose forlorn,
pensiveness of
red ant armies,
incapable of
black marker redaction,
there is always one
a lingering malingerer
a sole fado singer,
playing woeful jazz in
the Quarter
on an empty emoty street,
dressed and guised
as the soul of a solitary
cancerous cell
"survivor"
cur overlooked,
biding time,
the surgeons gone,
the drugs flushed,
radiation burning
no more
begins then
the unholy
trilogy cycle
worn out, overused...
invasive categorically relentless
maybes,
what ifs,
then
oh goddamnnotagain
because believed, on knee,
I oathed that
loathed, raven nevermore,
ought
that
cracked door would be open
yet like the
New Orleans levee aged locks
hurricane succumbed
overflowed, overcome,
keyholed, infiltrated,
falllen to the enemy,
mes enfilade,
rumps up the black flag of
surrender
brain sneers
periodically,
like every other
minute, ok,
second,
coyly asking
penny for your
worthless thoughts?
just when you believed
"no mas"
was a prayer that had been heard,
teeth kicked in,
body snatching
hordes and boors
bad boys and ******
sitting high in the
saddle again,
grinning torturous
tarty smiles
at who,
at you, fool!
you're as alone in that place
as insufficiently as that
impoverished overused
word can ere convey
the nagging realization
that when asking
no one answers
when your thinkings
perish you
your cutesy sweatshirt reads
last standing poet alive,
stabbed ded by awful-truths,
you failed and
all the black cats,
have fled the neighborhood,
just when need was greatest
who will read aloud
my poems when I'm gone,
has been silently answered
by silent applause,
the last theater goer
shuffles out, and turns
and extends his middle finger
his review leaves a
singular impression,
he looks familiar,
gauntly ghost,
he has accompanied me always
and his finger is his
triumphal parting shot
Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 5:25 PM UTC
I can picture You embeded in my skin...tattooed sin...As I flex you move...a gyrating women...grip closer to me...speep ink into my viens...Send your poison to my brain...make it say your name...stamped by your mission to own me...you control me...grab me by the horns and hold on, bull ride me...and constipate my body so i'll never bull **** you...brand me with the emblem of beauty...its your duty, to use me as your mirror on the wall to get cutesy...Im enchanted...when Im branded...fantasized when Im alone..but your embeded in my skin...so we'll always be at home...and the fairest in the land will have a blackend tone...cuz even tho snow is white...it still sparkles when its dark at night...
Sep 25, 2012
Sep 25, 2012 at 7:17 AM UTC
Dear long-lost lover:
Don't be such a pain
I've got plenty to gain
From the way I swing my hips
To the seductive words that pass my lips
People don't say I have a natural charm to be nice
Oh no, I am well aware of how to roll my dice
I am purposely everything you dream of
Of course, I became that after we fell out of love
You wanted a woman who would show her body
So I learned how to do that, without being gaudy
You wanted a woman with a cutesy face
So I learned how to do that, with style, class, and grace
You wanted a woman who would show you no pity
So I learned how to be kind yet heartless, quiet yet witty
Finally, you wanted a woman who would bend to your will
But that was one part of your model woman I didn't want to fill
Because you also wanted a bit of rebellion
So I became your most sought-after little hellion
Oh darling, I remember how you screamed when I turned you down
Oh darling, I remember how you pouted with your idiotic little frown
You couldn't fathom how I didn't want you back
After you broke my heart and made me crack
I became your model girl because I wanted you to suffer
I wanted to show you how you'd only made me tougher
So go ahead and call me anything you please
Because I'll be telling every girl how you only want them on their knees
The truth is simple: I don't care anymore
Go ahead and call me a **** or a *****
I've accomplished my goal of becoming what you desire
Just so I can watch your burn in your own selfish fire
May 19, 2013
May 19, 2013 at 11:26 PM UTC
I laid there thinking of you
Dreaming of you
To only open my eyes and see that it was you
Breathing on my neck
In order for me to breathe you in
Taste your sweetness from the inside
Your innermost feelings penetrated my skin,
Through your breath.
And the way the sun looked behind your head
Shining, gleaming, like steam from a ***
Oh yes, you still make me sweat.
And your sweat mixed with mine is like every great love potion combined
Concocting sweet memories and love sick tendencies
Making me want you,
To tell me how you love me.
And the way your hands fit over mine, like perfect stencils of art made
because even then our bodies together make the most beautiful shapes
and not in the dirtiest of ways, but rather the innocent
the way we cuddle, hug and love its simply
amazing
the way you trace the hairs on my head, the hairs on my neck the hairs on my arms all the way down the nonexistent hairs on my leg, only for you so that the ride down is smooth
smooth like your words that flow through my ears and tickle my nerves in every neuronal-space
that transmit through every fiber of my body and speak to every muscle telling me to tense
when I hear you whisper, “chill”.
And every time your fingertips imprint themselves on my skin
I know that those will forever be mine, for those fingertips are forever yours on me
On me I find your scent, your sweat, your fingerprints, your love
Is all around me, I can feel it when you align your cheeks with mine.
The way you rub your stubble filled chin through each dip and dent of my chin neck and chest.
The way your breaths somehow coincide with mine.
We are one and I realize the moment that I open my eyes
It’s not some dream my child-like, little girl, cutesy self is making
But those are your eyes I look into with the sun shining down
And your arms that hold me tight
And your breath that I long to feel at night.
Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 5:33 AM UTC
Some lines written for cutesy
The mushy heart as seems as tulsi
The one whose divine is heart
Her comely smile work as art
Few words describe my Angel
The cutey smile make her archangel
My lovely sister you are my queen
Your touchy love make us preen
All glory comes to your feet
As I wish my heart beat
The words speak some special today
The birthday wishes coming to say
Don't know how's our affection
At a long distance we still have an affection
My sister I touch your feet
The love I feel in every heart beat
My angel I am your little brother
The honey you give me as mother
There's something happening in sky
As you smile all birds so high
The last line has some special to say
Sending my love my prosperity to your way
I am not a poet to say these lines
But my sister love make it more closer to mine
Aug 18, 2017
Aug 18, 2017 at 4:47 PM UTC
Don't come round here flirtin'
If you haven't got the game
If you can't deliver
I don't want to know your name
Sending drinks and cutesy smiles
Don't go too far round here
You'd better send at least two shots
And at least a jug of beer
You'd better bring your "A" game buddy
Cause sometimes it gets bloody
Don't leave your "A" game on the shelf
Cause you'll go home all by yourself
You'd better give as well as get
Now you're in the south
Our cougars here aren't like those up north
Our girls ...they give good mouth
They've heard it all a million times
Don't come with a cheap line
They don't drink things with flowers in
And they don't drink cheap boxed wine
You'd better bring your "A" game buddy
Cause sometimes it gets ******
Don't leave your "A" game on the shelf
Cause you'll go home all by yourself
They're barracudas in this bar
They've got teeth, and they will use 'em
So, buddy you'd best be on your game
Or you won't go home a twosome
Our women here get treated special
And son, they're mighty proud
Look at someone elses woman
And they get mighty loud
You'd better bring your "A" game buddy
Cause sometimes it gets bloody
Don't leave your "A" game on the shelf
Cause you'll go home all by yourself
Aug 13, 2013
Aug 13, 2013 at 11:43 PM UTC
I'm afraid I'll write this all too fast because of how eager and nervous I am in this moment.
Because you are a million miles away it seems, but all I have to do is say your name and suddenly you are...here.
I never knew how much I needed you until I spent months hearing from you, but never hearing you talk to me face to face.
But my dear, I long for the nights where I will receive an out-of-context text from you at 2 am only because of the timezone difference.
My hands sweating for no real reason.
I guess I really am trying to tell you I love you.
But I'm always to cutesy about it.
Always saying "love ya!" in a text, but I want to say it as though it means so much that the universe will get my words straight to you.
I've never loved anyone more than I love music or God, but I want to come close to that sometime soon.
I don't need a single day to go by without you knowing that you are so beautiful.
And people love it so much they almost hate it.
It is that genuine.
I'm sorry I can't always think of you and remember that I am also a living, breathing person.
I forget myself far too often in the presence of so many good people.
Or I guess...
People who are too good to have me in their life sometimes.
You're probably asleep right now.
Now who's up at 2am?
Ahaa....
I'll just be here.
I love you too much to wake you up.
So just sleep a while.
I'll see you soon.
Or at least I hope so.
Oh!
I almost forgot to say this...
In case you forgot.
I love you.
Apr 20, 2018
Apr 20, 2018 at 3:55 AM UTC