Archive for September, 2009

Fo’ Shizzle

Posted in poetry with tags on September 29, 2009 by jeniferwills

self affirmations
are like scratching
your own back.

Jawbreaker

Posted in poetry with tags on September 29, 2009 by jeniferwills

Orb of sweetness!
You are a plethora
of non flavors,
each overpowering
the next.
Slyly, you infiltrate
the barrier of my lips,
nestling yourself snugly
in my cheek.
You linger-
protruding from
and distorting
my features.
Bulbous blob of nectar!
Your name suggests
I should not bite.
Still, I try,
only to find my teeth
an unworthy opponent for
your legendary strength.
I desist-
fearing you might prove
your name true.
You persist, filling
my mouth with
your syrupy sweetness,
which rolls down my throat,
as the trail of a slug,
both attracting and
repelling my
baffled taste buds.
Upon removal from
my mouth, I find
-oh wow!-
you have changed your color!
then plop-
you are returned
to your aqueous tomb.
Jawbreaker-
Chameleon of candy!
Peddler of the sugar rush!
You are truly
an all day sucker.

at the middle, but not the last

Posted in poetry on September 27, 2009 by jeniferwills

i am one chapter
in a writer’s life
and where i end
another begins.

Fall Term Pending

Posted in poetry with tags on September 26, 2009 by jeniferwills

it’s interesting
how life
can be summarized
in bookmarks
deleted
from the computer.

When You Lose the One You Wanted Cause He’s Taking You for Granted

Posted in music with tags on September 26, 2009 by jeniferwills

secksiest baritone ever

Posted in music with tags on September 20, 2009 by jeniferwills

edward, really – how could you?

Posted in film with tags on September 16, 2009 by jeniferwills

‘give up life as a bad mistake’

Posted in poetry with tags on September 16, 2009 by jeniferwills

and tomorrow
again
and the next day
again
and
again
and
again
and again
and
again
and again
and again and again
and again
and again
andagain
until i die.

How to Escape a Choke Hold

Posted in poetry with tags on September 16, 2009 by jeniferwills

The strangest
things about self
destruction
are the necessary
awareness
and resolve.

He Did it Without Being Asked, or Asking if I Wanted Him To

Posted in poetry with tags on September 16, 2009 by jeniferwills

It’s the sound of water running
that makes me turn my head.
He’s standing at the sink
rinsing the dishes
and putting them in the washer.
His hands have purpose, move
in the steady,
deliberate gesture
of a man washing up
for the night.