Paint your face like a Monet
Your cheeks blushing like pink roses
Whip up your hair like a chocolate souffle
Pinned to your head like a ballerina
Step into your heels like a limousine
With poise like an A-list celebrity
Let’s go dancing like a couple in love
I’ll treat you like the woman you deserve
Slip out of that dress like a new beginning
And we’ll go to sleep like we’re stuck in a dream.
There’s nothing in our world
But you and I
And feelings
Of love
That we have for each other
Used as currency
Of happiness
For the way you claim
I make you feel with a smile
Of togetherness
Because nothing here matters
Except us
But that’s because this is your fantasy
You can’t see past
Your insecurities holding you back-
A home made jail cell
Your negativity
Repelling me from your needs and desires
Criticizing me for the person I’ve become
When you remain unchanged
But most of all
Secluding me
And creating a rift
The biggest feeling of which
Is one of
Not belonging.
Perfect pearly periodontals
Plastered on a fresh-faced full frontal
With ruby red luscious lips
And a gallant gaze that never slips.
Powdered cherub-chiseled cheeks
And long slender legs that go on for weeks
Hold together this petite plastered shell
And a bosom that creates thoughts from Hell.
She’s a molding of God’s greatest creation
The epitome of human perfection-
But you must be careful, do not break her!
For she’s hollow within, she has no center.
It is cold
Dreary damp and dark
Nothing to keep me company
But the absence of
Your smiles as a tickle touches your sides
Brought from unexpected fingers
Your eyes as they stare deeply into mine
Telling each other secrets of their own
Your hand grasping mine
A lifeline holding me next to you
Grounded in our world
Your laugh as it sings melodies into the air
A tune I would often long to hear
You. Only a memory
That I can’t hold on to
Beyond this journey
From life to… The unexpected.
You’re alive while I’m here.
You are lost to me
But I”ll be here
Waiting for you to join me.
Greet you with
All the joys we once shared.
You will find me
And we will
Never be lost again.
Lines provided to me
On sheet white skin
To inscribe words upon.
Let me dispose my
Thoughts at my will.
Let me scribble, scratch
Or possible erase them;
But you may keep
The ones you like.
I hope my pen
Is as kind to
You as you are
To my general well-being.
You deserve a life
Of decent words passionately
Filling your body with
Their grace. But do
Not let them possess
You or overcome you.
For your beauty and
Potential are of one
That deserves to be
Shared with the world.
She knows me
For she shows me
How I should be
How I could be.
And she’s caught me
And she’s taught me
What I could know
What I should know.
But here I am,
Alone, I am-
So I’ll cry (not for a lover)
For my mother.
In front of me
You stand
In black and white
A 50’s dream
With suit-clad arms by your side
Raising up
As if lifted by clouds
To rest on my generous hip
And outstretched hand
As the music begins.
Behind me
Stands my past
With magnified eyes
Waiting for me to get lost
In the distraction of music
And misstep
Landing a sharp-as-a-knife-heel
In the heart of your foot
So they can shout
I KNEW SHE WOULD HURT YOU!
But what’s behind you?
I can’t see
For the room is too dark
From the extinguishing sneers of my past
Reducing the fiery passion
Creating tension between your body
And my own.
But I want to know so badly
Regardless of how hard you try
To stand in my way
I’ll step to the right
And see your face
I’ll step to the left
And you’re there with me.
Hold me close until the song ends
Until then,
We’ll keep dancing
In time and rhythm
Side to side.
I’ve never seen you before,
I don’t know you-
And yet
If you told me
You see me
Like the silver lining
On your ever present
Gloomy cloud
You hear me
Like the wind
Whispering the secrets
Of life into your ear
You feel me
Like your heartbeat
As your blood rushes
Through your veins
You know me
Like the abandoned home
You lived in through your adolescence
With the fondest memories
I’d drop
e v e r y t h i n g
Leave it all (behind)
At the chance
Of running away with you
For the rest
Of
Our
Lives.
How do you loathe me? I forbid you count the ways!
You loathe me to the shallow and short lengths
Your body engages with abandon, when in sight
Against the beginnings of nonexistence and imperfect cruelty
You loathe me from the rear of never night’s
Subtle rule, by moon and natural light
You loathe me strictly, as women abandon immorality
You loathe me pollutedly, as I unbend after scolding.
You loathe me without the leniency you call to use
On your new joys, and without my experienced denial
You loathe me with a hatred you existed to create
Without your newfound saints. You loathe me with a choke,
Frown, laughter of your demise; and, if the devil declines me
You shall but loathe me worse during our next life.
http://www.napowrimo.net/ antonym poetry prompt from day 30! Inspired by Elizabeth Barrett Browning’s famous poem (and one of my favorites) “How Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count The Ways…”; which can be found here http://www3.amherst.edu/~rjyanco94/literature/elizabethbarrettbrowning/poems/sonnetsfromtheportuguese/howdoilovetheeletmecounttheways.html