Twisted....

my right arm under there…
her left leg over there…
Under… then through…
I’m tangled with you.
skin brushing
deep breathing…
eyes sparkling with mischief
Above me one moment
Below me the next
A new game with her…
We found the old game of twister…
this fun should not be missed
to the rules we added…
         barely a twist…

Plans

If I sent you a flower,
Would you keep it for an hour,
And then toss it in the trash ‘cause
You’re embarrassed?

Or would you maintain its safety,
And place it by the window safely,
So the sunlight hits the vase to
Keep it warm?

If I gave you a bracelet,
Would you tell me that you hate it,
And then storm of screaming in
A fit of rage?

I’m kept warm by a bottle,
While I read you like a novel,
And I’ll bend the pages back to,
Cite quotations.

I just miss the winter,
When our plans seemed so much bigger,
And we exchanged our thoughts at night
Beside the fire.

So please stay if you want to,
I don’t have the right to stop you,
So when winter’s chill has got me ill
I’ll just go back to my blanket.

Absence makes the heart

Grow fonder

And your lies

Made my walls

Grow stronger

First Post

I have decided to split my main blog: Lilian’s Looking Glass, from my poetry in order to properly divide the two. This is so that people who choose to ‘follow’ can follow either my ramblings or specifically poetry (or both!). This is also to try and give me some motivation to write more poetry, more regularly and hopefully improve! 

Underface

Underneath my outside face

There’s a face that none can see.

A little less smiley,

A little less sure,

But a whole lot more like me.

— Shel Silverstein 

The Shirts

Tom put on his red shirt and dusted every dusty knob

down the row of offices on the third floor

from his knees.

-

Lisa put on her orange shirt and embroidered the words

“Cock_Stench” into her cooking apron

like her twitter hero, @Dril

-

Mr. Brokoff, wearing his yellow shirt, startled a crowd announcing

that the sliver in his foot was rooted and would be growing into a tree;

he felt it was unethical to pull it out.

-

Leeland wore a green shirt when he bent down to taste the sewer water

running out of suicide ideas and burning his curiosity away

like erosion on a mountain.

-

Jelli was wearing a blue shirt when she grabbed her megaphone and

threw it into her girlfriend’s window enough times

to create some serious cracks.

-

Mrs. Robinson wore an indigo corset and spent

six dollars on the quarter machines at pizza hut

trying to get the plastic spider ring.

-

Vince wears a violet shirt everyday which is fine because

he booked the band that no one had ever heard of and

they ended up drawing a decent audience, capitalism.

-

They all put their rings together and summoned Captain Planet.

Sort of. 

Mrs. Robinson’s ears started bleeding from attempting magic

with plastic from a quarter machine.  

-

An ambulance was called.

New Poetry

Innerpartysystem

Today’s Song: New Poetry by Innerpartysystem

Spider

A Spider lives inside my head

Who weaves a strange and wondrous web

Of silken threads and silver strings

To catch all sorts of flying things,

Like crumbs of thoughts and bits of smiles

And specks of dried-up tears,

And dust of dreams that catch and cling

For years and years and years … . 

— Shel Silverstein 

oh, lie to me.
it’s the new poetry.
it’s the language that we speak.

i’ve become numb.

“You know I love you, but you might be the death of me”

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