self affirmations
are like scratching
your own back.
Archive for September, 2009
Fo’ Shizzle
Posted in poetry with tags that is the shizzle we love on September 29, 2009 by jeniferwillsJawbreaker
Posted in poetry with tags exclamation! on September 29, 2009 by jeniferwillsOrb 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 jeniferwillsi am one chapter
in a writer’s life
and where i end
another begins.
Fall Term Pending
Posted in poetry with tags here we go on September 26, 2009 by jeniferwillsit’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 and everything you had got destroyed on September 26, 2009 by jeniferwills
secksiest baritone ever
Posted in music with tags depeche mode - clean on September 20, 2009 by jeniferwillssmooth like buttah…
edward, really – how could you?
Posted in film with tags as if she didn't get into enough trouble when you are there on September 16, 2009 by jeniferwills
‘give up life as a bad mistake’
Posted in poetry with tags stealing song titles from the smiths on September 16, 2009 by jeniferwillsand 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 this hand here and this hand back here on September 16, 2009 by jeniferwillsThe 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 learning to live on September 16, 2009 by jeniferwillsIt’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.