Post by turkoizdog on Sept 25, 2009 22:00:58 GMT -8
Yeah pretty much.
First one was written back in 11th grade after the SATs, trying to put as many SAT woulds as I could into a poem...
9-to-5 is 20-to-life
I can't imagine falling for
that insipid smile of yours,
(in contrast to
the eloquence of your tongue!)
Simplicity, brevity,
Cynicism oozes from your pores,
so calm and cool,
around you I'm high-strung.
So very Machiavellian,
with your villainous, disheveled hair,
smug grin of animosity
I want to smother.
With lips or pillow, I don't care
cuz with pretentious, humble air,
we get along well
for two who loathe each other.
You're unremittingly sardonic
and I'm irrevocably acerbated,
yet your resulting contentedness
makes me melt.
And after all this time I've waited,
I want to be vindicated.
So no more theorizing.
Tell me how you felt.
Written from a guy's perspective (duh)
Brunette
She gives me the knowing glance
And the matching smile
Of someone who doesn't really know.
Her mane of tresses
Wild and free
Like I wish I could be;
Tangled in her,
Fingers and lips,
Chest
Rising and falling
Like the ocean that seperates us
(Metaphorically speaking
Because really,
She's only four feet away).
Her eyes are my amber fire
Flickering
Then away, faster than the wind can carry
To burn another with her gaze.
Doesn't she understand?
Each light touch
Tingles
And lingers
When she's not around,
And her tear-stained cheeks
(He'll pay someday)
Make each drop
A piece of the sky; falling.
The life, the laughter,
The love you give all
That I can only return in secret
In a notepad I hide
Under my pillow,
It's all worth it.
Believe me.
Someday you'll see.
The switching between I and you was on purpose, to show that both the "I" and the "you" are seasonal to him. Other than that, it's self explanatory.
Seasons of Lust (I am your autumn girl)
He only loves you in the summer
When he can see your skin
And the heat crawls up your body
Like those arms he wraps you in
His breath is strong and sharp and warm:
A coffee scented smell
It begs my eyelids open, so
Instead of tomorrow, I might as well
A passion for passion, a lust for lust
His hungry eyes devour your hips
And watch them sway as you approach;
His thirsty mouth, it drinks your lips.
One girl, one season, line, quartet
But you can't see the other three
If you don't mind that, keep him, hon,
But nine of twelve months, let him be.
That's enough for now.
First one was written back in 11th grade after the SATs, trying to put as many SAT woulds as I could into a poem...
9-to-5 is 20-to-life
I can't imagine falling for
that insipid smile of yours,
(in contrast to
the eloquence of your tongue!)
Simplicity, brevity,
Cynicism oozes from your pores,
so calm and cool,
around you I'm high-strung.
So very Machiavellian,
with your villainous, disheveled hair,
smug grin of animosity
I want to smother.
With lips or pillow, I don't care
cuz with pretentious, humble air,
we get along well
for two who loathe each other.
You're unremittingly sardonic
and I'm irrevocably acerbated,
yet your resulting contentedness
makes me melt.
And after all this time I've waited,
I want to be vindicated.
So no more theorizing.
Tell me how you felt.
Written from a guy's perspective (duh)
Brunette
She gives me the knowing glance
And the matching smile
Of someone who doesn't really know.
Her mane of tresses
Wild and free
Like I wish I could be;
Tangled in her,
Fingers and lips,
Chest
Rising and falling
Like the ocean that seperates us
(Metaphorically speaking
Because really,
She's only four feet away).
Her eyes are my amber fire
Flickering
Then away, faster than the wind can carry
To burn another with her gaze.
Doesn't she understand?
Each light touch
Tingles
And lingers
When she's not around,
And her tear-stained cheeks
(He'll pay someday)
Make each drop
A piece of the sky; falling.
The life, the laughter,
The love you give all
That I can only return in secret
In a notepad I hide
Under my pillow,
It's all worth it.
Believe me.
Someday you'll see.
The switching between I and you was on purpose, to show that both the "I" and the "you" are seasonal to him. Other than that, it's self explanatory.
Seasons of Lust (I am your autumn girl)
He only loves you in the summer
When he can see your skin
And the heat crawls up your body
Like those arms he wraps you in
His breath is strong and sharp and warm:
A coffee scented smell
It begs my eyelids open, so
Instead of tomorrow, I might as well
A passion for passion, a lust for lust
His hungry eyes devour your hips
And watch them sway as you approach;
His thirsty mouth, it drinks your lips.
One girl, one season, line, quartet
But you can't see the other three
If you don't mind that, keep him, hon,
But nine of twelve months, let him be.
That's enough for now.