"goldielocks" poems
The domino effect of positive energy sources from your smile like a flowing river in spring
Tilting your head slightly to the side and letting yur spaghetti hair cascade to your shoulders
Soft eyes the color of clouds blanketing the skies of Great Britain filled with empathy and tranquility
A voice dripping with a Brighton accent
Smooth and sweet like pure maple syrup drizzling off a stack of fluffy buttermilk pancakes
Your laughter powerful enough to supply a whole city with energy
My little Goldielocks,
Growing up before our eyes
You were just a shy little fanboy praying to posters on walls
Mayday Parade, Sum 41, and My Chemical Romance creating the Holy Trinity of Punk that you adored so much
Who knew you would be touring cross the world with your little pop punk band,
Opening for your heroes.
Your guitar sheds tales of sleepless nights due to long hours of practice
Tales of channeling blood, sweat and tears to create powerful lyrics
Tales of performances and tou pranks pulled with your four best mates
An anthology of memories that endlessly grows as As It Is explores new worlds
But don't worry
We will always love our kangaro racist ostrich
Oh Benji boy,
A new chapter is being typed up in your autobiography:
The chronicles of Benjamin Biss
You have gained a siamese twin to look after and care for
The pic to your guitar that you carry with you all the time
A shadow to follow and stand with you
The energy card to your Charizard
A wonderful wife to enjoy life with
Bissington,
With love I say this to you
Change that Never Happy, Ever After to a Happily Ever After and remember
Stay posi bro
Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 7:27 PM UTC
Look at you, an atheist addressing God,
a fairytale beast caged
and force-fed with Prozac,
awaiting redemption.
You won't let me spill some light
on your spectacular murals
that you've been hiding lately behind
"loneliness is a bliss" and "goodbye".
I want my "how was your day"s and "take care"s
and caressing mutual core.
I want my greyscale back
and all of my pages blank, serene and sober.
I want to peel you off the arteries' walls
as easy as I peel off my nail polish when I get anxious
unless I get to be
Goldielocks once again.
Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 1:58 PM UTC
I’m over the moon
Falling for you
But I’m still stuck here
Daydreaming about you
I saw you standing
Up high in your tower
So why can't I be
Your knight in shining armor
If goldilocks found
the perfect porridge
Then why can’t I be
The right one for you
And jack climbed his beanstalk
But I’m grounded on earth
For your heart is the dragon
That I must slay
And peter pan
Took the kids to neverland
But I’m still dreamin
Of the things we won’t have
If goldielocks found
The perfect porridge
Then why can’t I be
The right one for you
So let’s just live
You and I
Just the two of us
In our own fairytale
Jan 19, 2025
Jan 19, 2025 at 2:59 PM UTC