"glazey" poems
***Our story begins in a galaxy far far away
on the dark chocolate side of The Milky Way
the planets all look like cookies and donuts
boys and girls grow to be bakers and astronauts
they have five different planets that orbit two suns
****** is smaller and Butter is the bigger one
the first is Glazey-1 the second is Eclarian-2
spell Heaven backwards and Nevaeh-3 comes into view
the forth is my favorite, they call it Smore-4
most well known for it’s white melting core
and last but certainly not least is Oreo-5
it’s surface is hardest and is smallest in size
a special place for sure is this sweet solar system
planets sparkle after a sugary rain sweetens and mists ‘em
watch a cartoon, blow a balloon or hum your favorite tune
or you can do as I do, and wish upon Macaroon Moon***
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 9:47 AM UTC
i govern an idling heart
doomingly glazey
won't lift a care but won't swat no fly either
maintains functional with the safety hitched on
observes the public goings and fro-ings
without discrimination
but offers no service
no aid
and no addition
docile and folded and dormant of view
in a world-scape kniving to be brighter
more memorable and avidly self dominant
i am a skiving witness
the older i get the more this approach
is not an easy one
i observe a neighbour bully about his kids
using jest rewards between shouting them to heel
and cuffing them violent
i observe a lady place her friend
with a simple remark
('i like your choker.. it's like something i wore as a child
it's nice to remember that')
i observe war retread on the screen
i observe a couple secretly kiss and brush fingers.
human spoil seen now ;
it draws pity, pain and longing
i am not devoid
despite much practice
some involvement on my part
may be due
Mar 23, 2022
Mar 23, 2022 at 6:10 PM UTC
I am dressing up like I want to be Johnny Depp's girlfriend
Helvetica is not the font I am looking for
There is a little shame in being trendy
There's no shame in wearing a little Fendi
My hair cut short like I don't care
Dark lips
Daisy dukes
A plain white tee
Little tattoos to speckle my body like stars on a glazey galaxy
My glass slippers make my want to break into a dance
Everything is an emotion
The air is thick with the stickiness of sexiness
I am a Professional
But being a model isn't my job
My favourite age is 22
I'm not yours to keep
I am me to be mine
I am not ready
I am already
I shine
I am a millennial
I look a million bucks
I am worth it
May 30, 2016
May 30, 2016 at 5:46 AM UTC
Goodbye poetry is my favourite kind
The poets that feed you those delectable bites of glazey sickly love
To only have it drip through your outstretched arms
Leaving only a sticky sappy mess in its wake
Poets that use words that make you flinch
From wounds you hadn't known to have gored a hole in your heart
The kind of striking imagery that slices you like a chefs knife through an orange
The two halves swirling away from each other
I adore the way they hide behind their verbs and paragraphs and metaphors
Just like a child dodging kind strangers, clinging on to their mothers knees
And yet simultaneously, it's all exposed,
Naked figures intertwined in the bare legs of poetry
Filthy washing between the lines if you only know how to see it
Goodbye poetry is my favourite kind
It’s the only kind poets write about
Its juicier than the trickles of saccharine kisses in the golden rays of summer
It’s the rawest kind of poetry you will ever read, because when it's all over
When there is nobody to spend every beautifully blithe day with
That’s when the seconds turn sour
And we sit in the earthy soil and write
Our goodbye poetry
Poets only know how to make you cry
Goodbye
k.g.
Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 11:54 AM UTC