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of moodswings.
Saturday, February 5, 2011 @ 10:29 PM

I have terrible moodswings. I feel depressed, and when I'm depressed, I write poems.

And thus I attempted to write a poem. Only to fail.

I came up with this:

we are fragile, for we are dreamers,
and dreamers do not stumble, only fall.

After which I cannot continue. I come up with fragments; bits and pieces that do not fit.

So I'll just post a old poem instead.


and i stand in loving adoration
of your hair, overflowing
with vivid raven black
and your eyes (oh, the eyes!)

all is lost in those hazel spheres,
doomed to tumble into endless depth.
you mock me cliche, yet i remind you
once again: beautifully cliched.

that stoic nose,
accentuating your succulent
and juicy lips bared into
a feral growl(ah, but i call it a cheeky smile)

that pale ivory skin of yours,
almost translucent,
tapering to your slender legs
and seductive yet elusive curves.

your arched back falls
above your coveted dimples of venus,
joy! of its apt namesake, of beauty and
enticement and what there is to love.

i feast upon you in all of your naked
splendour; of you lounging in
passionate sorrows; of you desiring
an embrace, or so said a fluttter of ectasy.

rueful ties, bonded at contact and driven
by lust-filled, love-contained pleasure,
engulfs you like the ocean brings glorious
waves in capture of beachside preys.

as i meandering admire the
adorable splatter of freckles upon your
brow, or what you term a distasteful
addition to an already lacklustre artpiece. (you humble goddess!)

i get drunk on your touch,
when your warm fingers pulsing with
stream-lined, blood-filled
veins, race across the skin of my cheek.

in accordance, with the soft nape
of your neck resting upon my thighs,
your gentle gaze cast upon my face,
my heart skips three palpitations with a beat.

It's unfinished, but I... just can't finish it. Not with my current standard of writing. I hate this.

And I hate moodswings too.


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