"vanessa" poems
Nakikita niyo akung naka ngiti
Mga ngiting to kay dami nang ikinubli
Mga damdaming di na masabi
Siguro habang buhay na itong mananatili
Naririnig niyo ang malakas kong tawa
Sa likod nito ay may malaking problema
Na sa tuwing ako'y mag isa
Hindi tawa kundi patak nang mga luha
Ngiti, kahit labis nang nasasaktan
Ngiti kahit wala nang matatakbuhan
Ito lang ang naiisip kong paraan
Upang di mapansin ang aking pinagdaraanan
Ngiti, kahit luha mo'y pumapatak na
Ngiti, kahit di mo na kaya
Huwag mo nang ipakita sa kanila
Ang iyong pusong sugatan na
Ngiti para sayo aking Sinta
Ngiti upang lahat ay maging masaya
Kahit damdamin ay kumikirot na
Di bale na, napasaya naman kita
Ang mga ngiti ay marami nang naitago
Isa na ang mga damdaming di na mag lalaho
Ang nararamdaman ko sayo'y di pa nagbabago
Mahal parin kita nang buong buo Vanessa Alba
Pinilit mang sukuan at kalimutan ka
Ngunit di ko magawa-gawa aking sinta
Para bang ako'y nakakulong sa silda
Sa pag ibig ko sayo'y hindi makawala
Hanggang ngayo'y ngiti ang aking Sandata
Pilit nilalabanan ang kirot na nadarama
Umaasa na ikay muling makasama
Ipagpatuloy ang Pangarap na binuo nating dalawa ❤
Ngiti hanggang sa mapawi ang aking Pighati
Ikaw lang magpapabalik ng Tamis na Ngiti sa aking mg Labi.
#NgitiKahitMayPighati
Mar 8, 2021
Mar 8, 2021 at 5:02 PM UTC
Don't let this self-effacing exterior fool you
I am meglo-maniac in the making
Social media the perfect introvert's mask
Reinventing myself daily
Vanessa Ives, girl-about-town, quirky geek
An attention *****
******* in the digital wind
For a like, a follow, a retweet.
Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 7:24 AM UTC
Here are the names of my lovers,
The women I sleep with, whom
I use, like they use me.
Spent, they discard me, for when their pleasure needs
Satiated, they climb aboard another man.
What they do not know,
Is that in my mind, in my ears,
everywhere,
I did not let them, or you go,
We are still romping,
For I
Take them as needed.
I need them all,
For my pleasure needs, like my unshaped heart,
Addictive, endless.
If your is name is here, I do not
Apologize.
Pink
Adele
Lilly Allen
Anna Nalick
Bess Rogers
Beyonce
Brandi Carlisle
Cat Power
Colbie Callait
Duffy
Eva Cassidy
Evanescence
Alison Sudol
Fiona Apple
Florence Welch
Grace Potter
Ingrid Michaelson
You
Joni Mitchell
K.D. Lang
Kate Nash
Kate Voegele
Leona Lewis
Lizz Wright
Madeline Peyroux
Marie Digby
Mary Wells
Norah Jones
Regina Spektor
Sara Bareilles
You
Sara Haze
Taylor Swift and Tracy Chapman
Tristan Prettyman
Vanessa Carlton
So many others, used so long ago, I can't remember the faces,
Which can't be googled.
Use them hard, use them often, more than daily.
Bluntly, I tell you
Your name is on my list,
Even if I do not disclose it.
Aug 18, 2013
Aug 18, 2013 at 9:31 AM UTC
Flamingos aren't naturally pink
But not for the reason most think
They preen and they dye
And they leave it to dry
Before rinsing it off in the sink
The magpies send me into fits
The ducks have me losing my wits
The crows are a blight
And they crow all night
But I do enjoy watching the ****
Vanessa McRafferty-Fryer
Set alight to the **** of her squire
She took a few shots
Of his privatest spots
And then laughed as he ****** out the fire
A penguin called Panama Pete
Had no love of the snow on his feet
So he stayed for a spell
At the polar hotel
With a pool and Jacuzzi en suite
I met a quite curious swan
By a lake I was boating upon
It tickled my ***
And insulted my mum
With a flurry of wings, it was gone
I know of a Gerald McFitz
Who arouses himself when he sits
For his favorite chair
Is the shape of a pair
Of voluptuous wobbly ****
and one for that special someone...
Your pancreas really is grand
Tis a thoroughly marvelous gland
You've a cute little spleen
Though it's seldom seen
And a nose growing out of your hand **
Jun 23, 2013
Jun 23, 2013 at 12:31 PM UTC
My blue virtual notepad
My ever willing companion
It's comforting and loyal
Ready to serve at a gentle touch!
Yellow notes are for grocery lists
Red notes are Domino's alarm codes
Purple is my WiFi codes
And orange is for Bible verses
But Blue!
Blue is my old leather sofa
Comfortable, familiar,
Available
Blue is the warm orange log fire
That brings comfort and gives life.
My Blue notepad, like the fire,
Devours what I feed it.
My raw emotion
Unspoken hurt
Anguish, disappointment
Love, Joy, hopes and dreams.
Blue understands that Mondays are red,
Wednesdays are green and Fridays are black.
Blue doesn't mind that number 5 its blue too
Nor that the colour yellow
Is for number two.
Blue knows Enya sounds brown
Vivaldi sounds red
And Vanessa Mae white.
Blue is my blank canvas
My faithful companion
My listening ear
Blue is no mere colour
Blue is Me
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 9:41 PM UTC
inspired by my wife Vanessa....
Can you walk a mile
In my Sunday shoes?
Go to places I've been long and wide
Or some places you'll pay your dues?
Can you wear my shoes
That danced in God's praises
Cutting a step or two
Head reared back and voice raises high
Those old dusty Sunday shoes.
I walked places far as well a near
And back again to anywhere
To any place I want to go from here
And then again.
To marches long for freedom's cry
To church on a dusty country road
To the fields where cotton grow high
In my old dusty Sunday shoes.
Can you just walk in
These old dusty shoes?
Being foe or either friend
In those old dusty shoes.
If i have to walk to hell and back
I would in these dusty old shoes
But I only walk to church in them in fact
These old dusty Sunday shoes.
I'll keep walking in them until
The Good Master calls me home
Hoping someone will someday fill
These old dusty Sunday shoes.
Dec. 2007
Jul 5, 2017
Jul 5, 2017 at 7:22 PM UTC
(This poem was brought to you by the letter...V!)
She vacuums the worn carpet
Her gaze on the surface vague and vacant
But when you lift the lid
She has been ****** into a vortex
Of whirling cosmic space dust.
She's entered a parallel universe
There her name is Vanessa
And her life's so diverse
By day she announces on
underground trains
'mind the gap, next stop
Mornington crescent'
Her voice is sweet, virtuous,
clear and efficient
But by evening her voice has
more va va voom
She sings sultry jazz
in a smoky back room.
She looks almost the same
Voluptuous lines and a
red haired mane
But gone is any trace of mundane.
Each verse of song she wraps in a sway of the hips side to side
and a ravishing smile
And if the audience try it on
or become volatile
A valiant handsome trilby wearing
gentleman
Can warn them off
With a choice few nouns
And vexing verbs
make them run a mile
And after the show
She and the gentleman
Vanish from view
And as their heated passion grows
They sink down onto A velveteen couch
exploring her peaks n valleys
With his keen mouth
And she traces his muscles
Vivid veins, v lines
She reaches his peak further south.
Back out of the vortex
And back in the room
She is breathless
And her heart is fast and keen
She has stopped the vacuum
Instead saught solace
In the vibrations of her washing machine
May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 3:53 PM UTC
I want to thank Vicki, Poetry Journal, Paul Butter, Adhi das, Mia, FJ Davis .
Anu, Sukeeti, Paul Gaffney,NvrMd, Pradip, It gonna make sense, Marian.
Timothy,Jasmine,Georgia,Janiloms,Iluvia,Nameless wonder,Firefly, Bianca.Mike Hauser , Mohamed ,Falen Acon,MydystopiA, Vanessa Gatley, and Nicole.
Plus so many more whom poems are so beautiful, they touch us all.
I just want to let you all know on here that you are truly appreciated.
For all of your beautiful words , feelings that went into your poems.
I just wanted to say thank you to each and everyone of you all here.
God bless each of you today and every single day that you live here.
Feb 7, 2016
Feb 7, 2016 at 6:53 AM UTC
it's not too late
help me
start a war
here's your future
protection
snakes of christ
shake hands with beef
take care
confetti
smoke two joints
long road to ruin
redneck rampage
change
on the couch
vanessa from queens
she don't use jelly
you dress up for armageddon
Nov 3, 2011
Nov 3, 2011 at 8:54 PM UTC
*"I got a rose today.
Beautiful
with it's broken thorns,
and ii's missing petals.
Bright
with it's breath-taking colors
and it's smart appearance
Delicate
With it's infatuating ways
and it's sensible body
Confusing
for I can't tell if it's naked
or that's the only dress it has."*
**"I got a rose today,
Beautiful,
Bright,
Delicate,
Confusing,
and her name is Vanessa."**
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 6:22 PM UTC
There's a painting by Botticelli
I've always loved,
showing Venus being born naked
from the ocean and
not fearing the current.
Those around her renounce her body,
scrambling to clothe her,
turn her virginal,
contain the way her eyes cross galaxies,
shine all the way to Pluto.
But she is soft, unwavering,
not noticing the mortals' concern
about her *******
and bare collarbone that could catch water
at its base.
I found you halfway across the world on the steps of the Uffizi
and in the 3 hours it took you
to show me some of the best art on earth,
I was transfixed only
on the orbits of planets in your eyes.
Shortly before the sun set,
you took me through the secret corridor
Cosimo de' Medici built to walk across the
rooftops of the city
where you kissed me but
told me you didn't believe in love,
that all you needed was art,
and Michelangelo,
and in that moment
I saw Venus in your collarbone.
Saw a shell under your feet,
saw the universe in the way your freckles connected,
saw how you immortalize yourself
among the rest of the art in Florence
so no human can bring you down to earth,
can make your heart stop,
show you what it's like to cross timezones
with a single touch.
And here I am,
wanting to be your Botticelli,
to paint the uneven slope of your shoulders,
the crookedness of your right ankle,
your fear of exposing yourself to someone
who could love you.
It must be lonely out there, Venus,
on your little fishing boat by the sea.
Botticelli's painting was found
long after his death,
laid into the floor of
an abandoned villa in the south of Tuscany.
Venus looking lost and mortal
between cracked paint and chipping walls,
like the way you hide between
the dusty statues of the dead statesmen and fading portraits
long after the museum closes,
just you with only history to hold.
You want to believe in love
as past-tense,
like you've lost faith in present participles and the fact
that art is still being made,
and people are running barefoot into future conjugations
together.
Don't come back to land, Venus. Vanessa.
I won't be here waiting with a towel
or an art critic
or a spaceship.
But maybe,
just make a little room for me on your shell
under the sun,
atop steady waves or Florentine rooftops.
Throw the map overboard.
Let's forget the shore.
And Michelangelo and the rest of them
will smile as they see us off.
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 5:18 PM UTC
Growing up as a guy I have something to admit
Its that theres so many girls that i'll never forget
So i'll jump right in and go right from the start
and tell you about all these girls that have affected my heart
So lets start with the As there is two that first come to mind
and thats Ambrea and Ashley, their each one of a kind
Now those are my sisters so their first to be said
but lets continue on to who else pops in my head
lets see...there's 2 Ashley As, but only one Ashley G
can't forget Amanda K, or all 7 Amys
There are so many As that we'd have to stay way long
let me wrap it up quick with the cutest one "akon"
You should see all these B's their so pretty it scares me
theres Beth and theres B thou, theres Bee and B. Barry
In the C's we have Crepeele with her pretty long blonde hur
and then we have Cameo, thats right, Mama Burr
On to the Ds they would never be meana
theres danielle carey, and then there is dreena
though im sure there are Es-Hs to do
i'm skipping to Js starting with J. Gubbes
Janelle, Jolene, or Jocelyn B.
Jordan, and Jen, and Jill L. you see
Jamie, and jasmine, or J. Allen
Jaylene, and Jessica, and then jen again
Oh God now the Ks, not sure where to begin...
I'll start with the departed R.I.P. Kristin
On to the girls that are more than alive,
Lets take, Keilyn, Kayla, and Karmen on a test drive
Three other K's must get named out for sure
And that's Kaley, Kansas, and Kristjana Schure
Two Girls in the Ls that are way way to awesome
And thats Lauren Borsheim, and of course, Laura Klassen
On to the Ms there is no time to spare
Just one, Maryke, and she cuts my hair
...I'm just kidding MOM you know your up there!
We do have an N there's nothing to fear
Her name is Niki, she lives in Red Deer
No Os, or Ps, or Qs to discuss
we'll move on to R's cause this next ones a must
Rachael K the Australian Wonder
Rebecca's art is so good she draws lightning and thunder
Theres a couple of shellys, and Sam 1 and 2
Tara looks like a model, and Tia does too
Don't know any Us, the Vs go in order
Vanessa M, V. Young, and VJ the reporter
If your name wasn't mentioned no need to be sour
this poem was rushed, took me less than an hour
Aug 30, 2010
Aug 30, 2010 at 10:04 PM UTC
Jean Bartel, born Jean Bartlemeh;
on October 26, 1923 & died March 6, 2011;
Miss California and Miss America 1943;
She won the talent and swimsuit awards
at the national pageant. At 5 feet 8 inches tall,
Bartel was the tallest winner up to that time;
Jean Bartel was the first college student
to win the title of Miss America & after
visiting her sorority sisters in Kappa Kappa Gamma
around the country, she developed the idea
of awarding scholarships to those who competed;
The Miss America Organization is now
the world's largest provider of scholarships
for women in the world;
Bartel worked for many years on Broadway
and in television, including starring in her own
travel series, It's a Woman's World, as well as
performing for seven months in South America;
She appeared in an episode of The Love Boat
in 1984, w/ Marian McKnight,
Miss America, 1957;
Nancy Fleming,
Miss America, 1961;
& Vanessa Williams,
Miss America, 1984.
Bartel died in Brentwood, California,
on March 6, 2011, aged 87; The Miss America
Organization issuing a statement calling her
"one of our most beloved Miss Americas"
Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 5:19 PM UTC
"All I Want" (A Day To Remember)
is for "You And I" (Anarbor)
to "Shine On" (Jet)
but it's not "All About Us" (He Is We, ft. Owl City)
and "If I Leave" (A Day To Remember)
will you come "And Run" (He Is We)
"A Thousand Miles" (Vanessa Carlton)
with me "When The Darkness Comes" (Colbie Caillat)
but let's not "Blame It On The Rain" (He Is We)
and don't think that my "Darkside" (Kelly Clarkson)
exists just to "Prove You Wrong" (He Is We)
I know "It's Complicated" (A Day To Remember)
but "Since U Been Gone" (A Day To Remember cover)
I've been feeling like your "Number One Enemy" (Daisy Dares You, ft Chipmunk)
and all I want to do is write you a "Love Song" (Sara Bareilles)
to show you that I'm "Still Into You" (Paramore)
So don't think that "Big Yellow Taxi" (Counting Crows)
is going to be your "Savior" (Rise Against)
but "Here It Goes Again" (Ok Go)
so don't think about "Everything I'm Not" (The Veronicas)
while I just sit here with "My Shiny Teeth And Me" (Chip Skylark)
trying to catch "Fireflies" (Owl City)
in a jar shaped like a "Skyscraper" (Demi Lovato)
so don't act like "It's The End Of The World As We Know It" (REM)
because in "One Week" (The Barenaked Ladies)
we'll all just be "Heroes And Thieves" (Vanessa Carlton)
Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 4:03 PM UTC
*Love, where did it make?
And how my love far away from your heart
How it moves through my life?
It installed early when river initiated from a waterfall
It roosts into soul and flows through the vein and vale
And it is seeking the sea where it melts with me
The high Himalayas are out of my range
I could not climb it, she thought
And it makes a dark shadow
The difference between you and me
The shadow as the twilight of the horizon
And after then the dark,
The very dark wall
The poet has a pair of dreaming wings like an angel
And his mind is a gay in such a jocund company
He could, she can break the shadow in mind and soul
How long the shadow!
How thick the wall!
That never stronger than the passion of a poet -*
@ Musfiq us shaleheen & Vanessa Gatley
Aug 17, 2014
Aug 17, 2014 at 5:12 AM UTC
Brandon Bless you brother for your Holy Spirit filled poems.
Bless you Elsa , for your heart and God is using your poems.
Bless you Just Melz, Marion,Nicole,Dark and beautiful too.
Wolf Spirit,DC Raw,Ignatinus, David, Timothy, Joshua..
Joe Kevin, Gary L, Traveler, Mike Hauser, Anto MacRuaridh.
Soulsurvivoe, weeping willow,Hilda.Emma, MargotDylan.
I want to name each and everyone of you that I follow/
Beth St Claire, Nicole, Elizabeth Squire,Mark Cleavenger.
Forgotten Heart, Haley Madison, Eudora, Ann M Johnson.n
Vanessa Gatley, Beryl Dov, Mercie B, Paul Butters, Emma.
Nateive Son,Dopperganger, Cecil Miller,My cup overrunth.
Sweetpea, Frank Ruland, olestory teller, Ridicule, Tivonna.
Carolin, Anu, Nicole Dawn. plus so many more inspires me.
Please forgive me if you are not on here I love you all.
Everyone of you inspires me , I see your courage and your love.
May Christ always bless you all abundantly with his blessings.
I see the courage in all of you whom have my life here on HP.
Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 11:14 PM UTC
there was a girl her name was chrysanthemum she forgot to set her alarm clock
so she was late for work as she walked out the door she forgot her purse so she went back to get it she went outside to get a cab because she forgot to get her car repaired when she called the cab it stopped she tied her shoe and someone stole her cab after the cab driver dropped the man off he went to baskin robin to get a dough nut then he went to pick the girl and they stopped at the red light Mean while Brice was getting out of school (half a day) he is walking home but first he waits for his girlfriend Vanessa to get out of school. So by the time his gf comes out the girl going to work is about 7 min late for work the driver stopped to eat his dough nut and without looking Brice as he was trying to cross the street with Vanessa. if chrysanthemum remembered to set her alarm clock and get her car repaired if the cab driver never took a break to get a dough nut or attempted to eat while driving or if the red light was a few seconds late Brice would be fine but Brice got hit by a car and is in moderate to severe condition.
Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 10:18 PM UTC
The Creep that loved you
Dani Chase
Jinxxed For Life
βέƦẙḽ Dṏṽ
Ena Alysopriono
Unknown guy
Rex Forté
Jimmydon
Janine
LeeAnn Rose
Musfiq us shaleheen
Elle Tat
maha salman
Concrete Angel
Carolin
wolf spirit aka quinfinn
Death is living
Ally
the helper
patty m
Yung Wifey
Gabrielle Cox
Heart Broken
Kayla-Lyn Searle
Dark Rose
Jason Cirkovic
Midnight Writer
LittleFreeBird
Richard Barnes
Trisha Anne Chi-Young
Thinking Out Loud
AD Mullin
Devon Webb
Hannah Jade
Deborah Brooks Langford
Winter Frost
Jeremy Boyd
Starry Night
caitlyn walters
elsa angelica
Sarah M Gillihan
Sweetheart
Andre nalin
DC raw love
Charbear909
Thomas A Robinson
chainedwhore
PerfectTruths
Worldeater
John-Chris Ward
Ember Evanescent
Kitty Lam
LJ Chaplin
Just Melz
Jae
Just Jean
The Girl Who Loved You
Vanessa Gatley
StayStrongILveU
tamyon lawrence
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 2:09 PM UTC
Could you contain my sighs of solitude
by harboring the anxiety in this fragile sea?
On your streets lies the tenderness, aging,
incandescent wind shelters and recalls
them in the distance
the flame anchored in your colors.
Habana,
Lucid, shadowed reminiscent garden
in an infinite insomnia
harnessing the dawn.
Throbbing uniquely,
uniquely understanding,
following the beat, freshness,
watercolor eyes of the city.
Giraldilla, proclamation, mystery,
chaste voice in a calm urge.
I consecrate your vitreaux,
sensing your baroque capitals,
Dusty, unraveled.
I'd like to talk:
Game, rainbow, love,
People, noise, cars;
Essays on flavors.
A captivated rumor,
your arbor dances a naked certainty:
A park, a cloud, summer, God.
The boundary hurts the clef,
the litany resorts to music,
when the stars nurse your elusive chant.
Far… blood calls for your passion,
Languishing, nobody edifies it,
in the absent dwelling of your sun, your moon.
The corner dwellers come to my mind,
the adjacent towns, trembling bedrooms.
I seek within you, dear city,
that home, The Cathedral,
that childhood, concrete flesh,
mother's kiss fading goodbye:
upholds my venerated memories.
Translated by Vanessa Cresevich
May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 2:05 PM UTC
I SEE A BEAUTIFUL GIRL
HEADING DOWN THE DREAM LADDER
IN WHITE WEDDING GOWN
BETWEEN TWO GIRLS
HOLDING FLOWERS
I HAVE KNOWN THIS GIRL
FOR YEARS
15 YEARS TO BE PRÉCISE
TODAY SHE WAS GETTING MARRIED
TO A BOY
WITH HANDSOME SALARY
AND 2 CRORES HOUSE
I FELT A PANG OF JEALOUSY
CAUSE
I WAS THE ONLY ONE
IN HER LIFE
TAKING CARE OF HER
GIVING GIFTS WHEN SHE WAS ANGRY
LAUGHING AT HER MESS
AND
THE ONLY ONE TO WHOM
HER DOG
WILLOW LOVED BESIDE HER
AH SO
I SAW HER DOG WILLOW
COMMING DOWN THE DREAM LADDER
WITH SAD FACE IN HER EYES
I PATTED AND GREETED HER
WHICH SHE RESPONDED WITH GRATITUDE THEN
SHE LOOKED AT VANESSA
THE WEDDING GAL
I KNEW HER EVERY DESIRES
WITHOUT HER SAYING IT TO ME
I COULD FEEL HER PAIN AND HAPPINESS
I COULD FEEL EVERYTHING
I SAW VANESSA LOOKING AT ME
AND FACING AWAY
WHAT DID I FELT?
TODAY I FELT SHE WAS LEAVING ME
WHAT'S HAPPENING WITH ME??
WILLOW
TOUCHED
VANESSA'S WEDDING GOWN WITH ONE HAND
AND GIVING OTHER ONE TO ME
SHE WAS TRYING TO SAY SOMETHING
"THAT'S LOVE YOU IDIOTS"
WILLOW'S EYE SPOKE
"YOU TWO ARE MADE FOR EACH OTHER
SO PLEASE VANESSA DON'T MARRY
RICHARD"
I FELT THAT WILLOW WANTED US TOGETHER
I HAVE TO SPEAK SOON
THE COURAGE WHICH WAS LOST SPOKE
"I LOVE YOU VANESSA"
"I TRULY LOVE YOU AND WANT YOU"
VANESSA SLAPPED MY FACE
AND
SPOKE"GET THE **** OUTTA HERE"
I CRIED AND WENT OUT
BUT
WILLOW CAME AND
GRABBED ME WITH BOTH HANDS TRYING TO STOP ME
I SAID"WILLOW BABE LEAVE MY LEG PLEASE?"
SHE WASN'T LEAVING IT
THE VERY SAME TIME
VANESSA CAME OUT
CRYING OVER
AND LEFT IN THE CAR
I ASKED"WILLOW SHE LOVES ME?"
IN MY SURPRISE SHE WAGS HER TAIL
THEN I HURRIEDLY CARRIED WILLOW TO MY CAR
AND SAID"WE HAVE TO STOP HER, UP FOR IT BABE?"
SHE WAS BORN READY
I DROVE MY CAR AS FAST AS I COULD
AND SAW VANESSA'S CAR ,
SHE WOULD REACH THE CHURCH IN 3 MINUTES
I SPED MY CAR AND STOPPED
IT BY
BLOCKING HER WAY
I CARRIED VANESSA TO MY CAR
WHILE WILLOW STOPPED THE FAMILY MEMBERS FROM REACHING HER
AND I CALLED WILLOW"BABE TIME TO LEAVE"
SHE HOPPED ON MY CAR
AND
WE DROVE AWAY
VANESSA CRIED AND SPOKE
""YOU IDIOTS I LOVE YOU BOTH"
THE END
PS. I MARRIED VANESSA AND WILLOW SHE IS AS BEAUTIFUL AS SHE WAS BEFORE
Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 6:56 AM UTC
We start talking
I get to know you
We’ve got a lot in common
Learning things we never used to
Maybe we’re the same
Maybe we’re one not two
But I’ve just gotta say...
[Chorus]
I’m not like you
You’re not like me
We’re not the same
We’re different entirely
No simple similarities
Are ever gonna make me see
Maybe we should let it be
But the truth is in individuality
You’re not like me...
We listen to the same music
You like the same bands that I do
You know who Vanessa Carlton is
Michelle Branch too
But when you sing
You’re singing rock and country
And when I sing
Its more pop and indie
So I think it’s fairly obvious
That...
[Chorus]
I’ll tell you now
We’ll never be together
Because we’re all flying away
Like birds of a different feather
So cut us in half
Make sure those bonds you do sever
No one will ever be like me, no one will ever be like you
Not now, not then, not soon, not ever
That’s right you’re not my forever
I’ll prove you wrong because
He’s not we and we’re never to be
Never
Never
Never
Never, why...
because
No one’s like you
No one’s like me
We’re not the same
As anybody else
We’re not us
We’re you and me
Now we’ve gotta help them see
Maybe then they’ll let it be
But the truth is in individuality
You’re not like me...
I’m not like you, and we both know I’ll never be
You’re not like me, and that will never bother me
Because You’re not like me...
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 6:22 PM UTC
I loved the schoolbus.
I had friends in the front,
and friends in the back.
But sometimes when I climbed those steps,
I didn't want to have friends.
I didn't want to smile,
I didn't want to laugh.
I just wanted it quiet so
I sat in the middle sometimes,
right in between everything.
And that's where I met Vanessa,
right there in the middle of the bus.
She sat alone every day,
with her eyes always
cast upon the window
and what lay beyond it.
I noticed her right away
even though she was older
and a few grades ahead of me.
See she was seventeen, and much more
experienced than the fourteen-year-old me.
But I approached her anyway,
working my way into the seat
adjacent to her.
Eventually working up the *****
to actually say something.
We talked for a few weeks,
and she humored me.
Even when I went to sit in the back
and was loud and obnoxious, I would
catch her glancing.
She would look and sneer at me.
So when the day finally came
that she said my name
and told me to sit in her seat,
I dropped everything
and joined her.
Want to see something?
she asked, without so
much as a blink.
Sure, I mean, of course.
I replied, trying my best
not to sound too eager
She kept her eyes on me as
her hands lifted up her skirt,
one inch at a time showing me
more and more of her.
My eyes were locked on
her crotch, I could almost hear
the shutter clicking as I documented
the whole thing mentally.
But she stopped when she revealed
a crescent-shaped scab on her upper thigh.
It was shot through with red lines,
swollen and inflamed and
I swear that it moved and pulsed
right before my eyes.
I couldn't look away
as she picked the scab off
in one big piece, and I saw
a white caterpillar unfold from
her wound in a squelching
symphony of sickening sound
and roll it's way down
her leg, covered with blood and
leaving ***** streaks.
Then it hit the seat and I gasped
when she grabbed it before it could
crawl away and shoved the
macabre thing into her mouth,
still crawling,
killing it with her teeth.
I never sat with Vanessa again.
Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 10:03 PM UTC
["Bloodflows" by Sohn is playing in the background]
*Vanessa,
Every night I envision the two of us
Inside a beautiful room with dim lights
Just the two of us naked
You standing right in front of me
Those beautiful ******* softly swinging
Those wondrous ******* protruding
The **** near flawless symmetry of your legs
The way your hands swing from side to side as you walk towards me
You smile at me as you wrap your arms around me from behind
Both hands around my waist
You lean in to kiss my neck
You kiss me so soft and so deep with a little bit of aggression
My **** begins to grow hard as you take it into your grip
and begin gently squeezing it and stroking it
Your other hand squeezing my *** cheeks
I beg you not to stop
As the feeling is electric
I have never ever felt anything like it
You take your hand from my ***
and reach around to my chest and with your fingers
You start rubbing my ******* very lightly
You know that's another weak spot of mine
You start stroking my other ****** with your fingers
Just lightly stroking my ******* with both hands
As you continue to kiss my neck
I've never felt so loved
Keep doing that to me baby
You know the way I like it
Can I just be here with you in this moment a little longer?
'Cause I have such strong ****** feelings towards you
I honestly want to **** you
Maybe we could be friends with benefits
And **** each other to our heart's desires
Maybe you'll like the way my tongue feels
Once your legs are spread wide open
and your ***** is right in front of my mouth
There are a lot of things I think you'd love
If we were friends with benefits*
Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 11:52 PM UTC