"jinxing" poems
To be perfectly honest this was one of the more difficult poems to string together for the sheer fear of possibly jinxing it,
as there appears to be a pattern to every story involving a boy and me lately,
which begins with the same overrated butterflies in the stomach sensation followed by a poem,
sleepless nights, cigarettes, ***** and a tragic ending.
So having reached the poem stage my instincts and the part of my brain receptive to pain are already bracing themselves,
I can feel them clenching in my gut.
As this three nights stand situation burns the lines between a ***** call, friendship with benefits and something to the extent of a budding romance,
my expectations are protesting against being so fiercely oppressed,
frankly they are getting out of control,
as the dislike of not wanting to be clingy, chivalry of not wanting to subdue to any labels nor the fear of yet another heartbreak itself,
are no longer sufficient to keep these rising hopes in place.
Ironically, when I think of you I think more of who I become when I'm with you, than actually you,
even though I do sincerely adore you. Very much.
I'm bemused by how comfortable I feel in my own skin,
naked and burnished, next to your warm, ivory touch.
Each time you trail your fingers down my body and take in a quick breath as if you were seeing me for the very first time,
I treasure the look in your eyes for later in the week when the going gets tough.
I idolize your rough, blistered, bleeding palms with all its calluses for they mirror my own much subtle bruises,
representing our shared interest, commitment, strength and transformation.
Your new found superpower to completely eradicate my necessity to socially smoke when socializing with you, speaks for itself really,
and we haven't even got to the laughter, the banter, the top notch sarcasm, the conversation, the warmest embrace,
breakfast ending in a ridiculously serious spectacle of coffee making,
which I thoroughly enjoy from the best seat in the kitchen wearing your shirt which fits me far more perfectly,
and the skip in my step as I head home.
So when the day comes for the revolution, of my expectations, overthrowing this rather tiresome governance of fear,
I just might pop the question, will you be my forever one night stand? ,
in the hope that you might just say yes...
Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 4:19 PM UTC
my party hats have been hacking this green ****
pitching these ill bent ravens and Q-tips
jinxing the midday with famine
and lightning
a brite spot of bother and dead garlands...
hard garters and soft mottoes
murmured in wisdom of dimwits
a false lovely.
needing things kills
and kills often
god ponders yonder as we dismiss...
but taunt.
you gain a third world
to keep your clean mind soiled
in brine
to pickle the pickle
indeed.
and
you haven't any sugar
in your tea.
Nov 30, 2012
Nov 30, 2012 at 2:15 PM UTC
oh drat,
you are reading this,
my little kitty ditty,
jinxing my super duper secret plan,
my walter mitty,
if no one reads this pretty
then the algo-rhythm
sure to pick me out of sympathy
to be the
poem-of-the-day!
so thanks for nothing, Jinxy McJinxFace!
do not give me away
with a finger or a heart,
lest the algo smells a rat
realizing that I am artificially intelligent too!
Ogdiddy Nash
Dec 9, 2017
Dec 9, 2017 at 2:44 PM UTC
Countless hours,
everything looks the same.
I've written this sentence over 14 times.
15.
16.
It's been a week since my artistic pride.
and in that week I've most certainly cried.
Tears should inspire, and flourish and bloom.
...but mine don't,
all they do, is bring me to doom.
But wait, what is this?
Those are words up the page.
Those verses, this stanza can end all my rage!
Perhaps I'll ignore it, no jinxing my feat.
Just write calm and steady, no excepting defeat.
Words now flowing freely, everything's alright,
but before I lose this magic, I shall say goodnight.
Jun 17, 2012
Jun 17, 2012 at 11:01 PM UTC
I used to think
That when you really want something
You end up jinxing it
And it doesn't work out
Now I've decided to believe
That the more you want something
The harder you have to work for it
And the greater chance you'll have at it
Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 4:38 PM UTC
When you find the one,
That turns you to a lover;
Your heart breaks in two,
When that one, loves another.
Broken, shattered,
Distraught within:
Loving so much,
Must have been sin.
Terrified at first;
Not jinxing it was my goal.
Although we never touched,
You took my heart and soul.
I give my best effort,
To win it all back…
But time has gone by,
And travel is what I lack.
But like I said,
Once before;
You stole my heart,
And shut the door.
Too late now,
For more internal strife.
You’re long gone by now,
In…and out of…my life
Jul 16, 2011
Jul 16, 2011 at 11:57 AM UTC
I don't think I've have ever lived a more perfect October night.
I hope I'm not jinxing it.
Nothing has happened yet
I'm actually kind of bored.
All I've done is scoop cat ****
And take the trash to the curb.
I hope the wind carries the ashes off my porch.
Nov 2, 2024
Nov 2, 2024 at 11:27 AM UTC