I haven't written a poem in about two years and I'm terrified. But I was reading some of my old NaPo threads and surprisingly didn't hate everything so I kind of miss it. I hope to do at least a few and inch my way back into it. <3
"Your jokes are scarier than your earrings." -Twit
"14. Pretend like you would want him even if he wasn't a prince. (Yeah, right.)" -How to Make a Guy Like You - Disney Princess Style
we're going to save the world today! the playlist is ready; just the right track for when we walk side by side leather jackets, tousled hair when we slay the enemies blades that glint in the city lights when we kiss the love interest single tear on a rosy cheek but then, the music stops
we're going to save the world today we hope
"Your jokes are scarier than your earrings." -Twit
"14. Pretend like you would want him even if he wasn't a prince. (Yeah, right.)" -How to Make a Guy Like You - Disney Princess Style
Heck yes we're going to save the world today! I would save the world with you any day <3 I love how you capture that pumped up feeling in a day with the kind of radio-lyricism. It is fun and fresh and uplifting!
if I walk and you follow, can you honestly say what I want to hear? because I've seen how your eyes well up at the mention of gardens, and tricycles, and linen with embroidered initials so sure, you can follow and we'll love, and despair but if you can't say it I'd rather you stayed
"Your jokes are scarier than your earrings." -Twit
"14. Pretend like you would want him even if he wasn't a prince. (Yeah, right.)" -How to Make a Guy Like You - Disney Princess Style
waltz has the potential to slowly slice you open from hairline to tiptoe, to plaster you on the mirrored walls of the ballroom while spectators evaluate only the feathers, the ice blue sequins and the impeccable footwork
but those feathers can suffocate canyons and those sequins make chandeliers tremble and that footwork takes you, with each rise and fall, to inferno and back, there and back
and on your lips is pasted that same, immobile, stretched smile that's not really a smile at all: it's a sign that says
love me judge me and applaud at the end
"Your jokes are scarier than your earrings." -Twit
"14. Pretend like you would want him even if he wasn't a prince. (Yeah, right.)" -How to Make a Guy Like You - Disney Princess Style
the tale tells that sometimes, if you are walking at night (or early morning, before the blackbird has sung) and meet a lake that is exhaling wispy strands of sleeping mist, reflected on the surface and thus doubled, you may meet a woman, barefoot and she will ask you a question: depending on your answer, she will gather those strands of mist with a crooked finger (and you realise they are her hair) and wrap them around you: depending on your answer, you may wake up but think of only her and every time you smile at another, you will feel like drowning
"Your jokes are scarier than your earrings." -Twit
"14. Pretend like you would want him even if he wasn't a prince. (Yeah, right.)" -How to Make a Guy Like You - Disney Princess Style
did I find something I'd lost or was it just you calling into the night? in this limbo between sleep and awake, I mistake amethysts for kisses and keys for scolding words: they are the same until I must adorn my hair, open a door sometimes it works; usually not and when it doesn't, I close my eyes and listen close but you do not call again
"Your jokes are scarier than your earrings." -Twit
"14. Pretend like you would want him even if he wasn't a prince. (Yeah, right.)" -How to Make a Guy Like You - Disney Princess Style
Okay, I love the poems #3-6, and especially three due to the unique and powerful imagery, which is an aspect of poetry I always love. The ending is the cherry on top for me and I think you might want to look into getting that one published if you're interested in that type of thing. I also love your title for your NaPo which is a small thing but I always find them so interesting! <3 Much love, you have earned a subscription because dang, girl.
you wear whispers round your neck like an exquisite scarf, a lovechild of sunset and thunder - under the earth you tread are geysirs of birthright, bursting free on every other step: minutes as your slaves, hours your lovers, you push through airs and graces like they birthed and raised you but scarves may unravel, or catch on doorknobs, and I'll be there when they do to hold you down
"Your jokes are scarier than your earrings." -Twit
"14. Pretend like you would want him even if he wasn't a prince. (Yeah, right.)" -How to Make a Guy Like You - Disney Princess Style
when I ask about crowds, strange fruity scents, last weekend your face becomes the spinning beach ball of doom (you're that old school) seeking, searching for the right words the correct balance of nonchalance and calculated offense perhaps hoping for me to grow tired of waiting and press restart - a slippery laugh, trickling down the staircase like a slinky one that used to tickle the corners of my mouth but now has a revolting timbre new to observant ears the amusement and practised defense on your tongue make you unrecognisable, and so, I'm spared the choice*
*remind me later
(even though I know that escaping is not an option at the next log-in)
"Your jokes are scarier than your earrings." -Twit
"14. Pretend like you would want him even if he wasn't a prince. (Yeah, right.)" -How to Make a Guy Like You - Disney Princess Style
how can I know 114 words for snow but not one to describe your face at dawn, how our thoughts entwine to form an invisible fishtail braid, one I never learnt how to make: all I've learnt is what to say to someone staring at foamy wave crests from a cliff and how to tell how many days till summer from a white wagtail bird and, I suppose, what to call snow stuck on a horse's shoe but these skills are useless on Wednesday mornings and at other people's weddings
"Your jokes are scarier than your earrings." -Twit
"14. Pretend like you would want him even if he wasn't a prince. (Yeah, right.)" -How to Make a Guy Like You - Disney Princess Style
the first notes of the shiny saxophone are welcoming in their familiarity as you climb the stairs up to the balcony, the airy jewel in the face of the sunny school building that you breathed a new life into as a home for children whose parents' selfishness took what little they had in the first place
you were no saint, but you must have tried - clarinets do not make sounds for someone who does not try and now, with the final rays of the only April sun so far, a bittersweet flute joins the band and I think you'll be okay
Spoiler! :
My uncle passed away on April 7. He was a talented musician and also founded a foster home with my aunt. He would've been 57 this summer.
"Your jokes are scarier than your earrings." -Twit
"14. Pretend like you would want him even if he wasn't a prince. (Yeah, right.)" -How to Make a Guy Like You - Disney Princess Style
icicles sharpen their ends, ready to hold their fort; if you cry, you are out. birds migrate to the south, return tickets booked; V for victorious homecoming. the last two stars of the plough point to stella polaris; the prototypal GPS.
all this (and more) without help: does one truly matter?
"Your jokes are scarier than your earrings." -Twit
"14. Pretend like you would want him even if he wasn't a prince. (Yeah, right.)" -How to Make a Guy Like You - Disney Princess Style
I've done this before. I've dragged the same opinions through my porous consciousness, kneaded them, watered them, called them gold. gold like shiny, valuable, becoming against ivory skin and burgundy lips. but in reality it's soft, yielding under pressure, out of fashion like domestic arguments with laugh tracks.
"Your jokes are scarier than your earrings." -Twit
"14. Pretend like you would want him even if he wasn't a prince. (Yeah, right.)" -How to Make a Guy Like You - Disney Princess Style
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